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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 10:44:31 GMT
« Thread started on: Jun 6th, 2008, 4:35pm »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Avarill May 19, 2008 Avarill Conference
The Great Hall was decorated in splendor, looking nothing like it normally did on a usual day. All the tables and benches were taken apart and moved to the side, making the room appear much larger than it was. Banners and bunting hung from the walls, intermingled with swags of greenery that cast the scent of pine and forest into the room. Huge vases, set down to outline the center aisle, leading to the dais, were filled with spring flowers, adding their scent to that of the greenery, torches and fire that roared in the fireplace to the left of the room. A red carpet lay between the vases, a path laid out for the bride to walk on.
From a discreet corner, musicians played on tambour, flute, lyre and harp, the music intermingling with that of the low conversations from those who had crowded into the Hall to see the two generals wed. Upon the dais was a simple alter, at which the priest stood, his vestments gleaming in the light of the candles that burned at each corner. The alter itself was the high table, decked out in a white linen table cloth that hung to the floor of the dais, a strip of gold cloth down its center, flowers arranged artistically along the golden cloth except for the center where sat two golden rings.
At Nara's insistence, a special area had been set aside for their Elven guests, away from the rest of those who had come to see the wedding, set with chairs from which they could take their ease if they desired, since Nara recalled the conversation with the Elven Lord and had realized their sensitivity to the scent of so many carnivores in one room. Around this area, a bower of sorts had been made, greenery and flowers entwined throughout the wooden archway that had been created to partially encompass them and hopefully ease them while being thus surrounded. All that was being awaited was the groom to arrive, having been kept from the presence of his bride for the night by her family, much to her chagrin!
Crimson: It was rather interesting moving along with people from my own land. Although no one was able to talk or fool around,I swear I could feel at home with them. The commands that were said were in our common language which was not too far off of the common here, just less slurs. We still have a long way to go and the Commander noticed my weapon was a little off from the rest of my clothing. "Are you the one we are to bring the thin blade to?" I looked up in surprise and a bit of joy. "Yes. Yes I am. I found some one else was in need of it." Then an idea struck me and my mind raced. I had an idea that could just work. It would definitely increase my melee combat potential. Fighting two handed and with the spell I have been preparing would be perfect! As I thought in my own perplexing bewilderment, the Commander had told the person in charge of weapons and other general goods to get my weapon for me. I probably looked rather ancient with the campfire illuminating my mischievous face as I pondered my battle tactics and movements and executing them with two weapons. Was it even fathomable? A two-weapon buckler, full plated, arcane melee fighter...well maybe not the full plate. I always said breastplate or leather scale at best for a good fighter. Then my sword came to me. I held it in my hand and looked over the sheath. The look on my face had to be frighting with a deep blood lust for the Commander rose as I did and the soldiers moved away as quickly as possible. We both drew our weapons at the same time. His was to defend while I merely wanted to brandish the blade in front of the fire.
The Commander noticed this and laughed "What is rattling in your mind, lad?" I looked up blinking and glancing from him to the blade."I just realized something that a elven Duskblade should have realized thousands of years ago. How to fight two handed with a buckler while channeling magic threw your weapons." I explained. "But first I must practice fighting two-handed." I finished as I put the sword back into the sheath and tied the blade to the other side of my hip. My mind still pondering my movements. Each slash that I used to do needing to be altered for a second weapon.
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 10:46:27 GMT
« Reply #1 on: Jun 6th, 2008, 4:36pm »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Awaking to the sound of silence, both with her physical ears and within her mind had been both an unnerving and a joyous experience for Phoenix. She had dressed without thinking, aware even as she made her way out of the lair that she would be accosted and re-dressed, no matter what care she put into her appearance at that moment. Within her mind, the Family were silent, suppressing all but her own thoughts and those connections she routinely sought out upon waking- Her charges, both happy and awake, her mentor and Adrian and Nara. The noise of the general keep, however, was cut off almost entirely, her furious bargaining with those within to that effect appearing to have worked. Still, her thoughts might have been prophetic, for the moment she stepped from the stairs to the dungeons, and the Lair’s entrance, she found her hand caught by that of a child. “We were waiting” the girl says impatiently, and tugs the bemused Phoenix onwards almost at a run. Entering one of the larger bedrooms Phoenix finds herself almost immediately overwhelmed by the attention of two of Nara’s sisters-by-marriage. Much to her chagrin she is directed to bathe in the small chamber attached to the room itself, only to be hurried from it and be tugged, and powdered and dried as though she was a mere child. She is aware that such fuss should irritate her, and it does, but no more so than a mild inconvenience. The family, in the back of her mind take silent credit for dulling the agitation, and promise that later, they would expect an appropriate reward for such diligence. Phoenix herself appears to loose some time, for she comes to herself only when they finally ask her a question. “B’ lookin’ sa pretty… b’ likin’ ‘t, M’lady Phoenix?” And indeed, looking into the mirror they had positioned her in front of. The dress was the first thing to catch her attention, fitted to her specifically in a way she had seldom experienced she found that even with her own eyes she –did- look pretty, and the thought made her blush. Gripping two hands of the material of her skirt Phoenix shifted side to side, only to find her grin widening at the satisfying ‘swish’ the material created. Behind her, both women exchanged satisfied looks, apparently taking it as approval. The psychic paused, raising a hand to her throat to check the presence of her Bloodstone pendant, and beyond that to her own face, makeuped, no less, and her hair brushed until it shone and pleated into thin strands binding the majority of her hair back from her face. “We must see Máthair now” She declares, and moves towards the door, her thoughts already turned to Nara’s essence, and directing her footsteps towards it.
Leathynos spent time in the infirmary, having a meeting with the other Healers regarding improvements needed. Each healer took a moment to include their thoughts and wishes for the future of the Infirmary. Lea took careful notes of their requests before concluding the meeting, She looks at Rose and pulls her aside asking her to keep close eye on Nindi. With the business done, Lea makes round again finding even the wounded excited about the wedding and hoping to be well enough to join the feast. Lea returns to her rooms, bathing and styling her hair for the wedding in an updo. She dons rich royal blue dress with threads of silver pulled through it making it sparkle. It is embroidered with silver leaves in a traditional elf design. Lea adds blue topaz earrings and a necklace to match. Lastly she puts on matching slippers and turns in a mirror to be sure all is in place for Nara’s wedding
Shadi looked in the mirror they had in one of the larger rooms and laughed. “I don't remember the last time we had clothes this good.” Turning around after adjusting his blade belt for the hundredth time, he frowned at Pali. Walking over to her he took both her hands as they fiddled with her intricate coiled braids. Speaking softly he looked at her. “You look beautiful, sister. There is no need to worry.” She looked at him like a lost child and shook her head. “How can you say that? I look like one of those women always parading around after Prince Thos.” She looked down at the gown that one of the Keep ladies had created for her. It was a soft emerald green to match her eyes with intricate gold embroidery of ivy leaves at the hems of both skirt and long open flowing sleeves. “How am I supposed to wield a sword wearing this?” She moved to his left to catch herself in the mirror. Soft slippers peaked from beneath her dress and the pendent she always wore shone brightly against her pale throat. The emerald and diamond pieces making a small ivy leaf set with diamond 'dew drops' on it. It had been given to her long ago by someone who loved her. She fingered it absently and then dropped her hands as Shadi laughed. “I am thinking you only need to stand at Ferae's side and not fight. It is a wedding.” She sighed and touched her hair once more. “I am going to check the room once more while you go help Fera finish getting ready.” She laughed then. “I am guessing he won't like being dressed up this way either.” She turned on her heels and lifted her skirt expertly as if having done it all her life and left the room with Shadi's laughter behind her. Standing in the doorway of the ceremony room, she smiled and whispered to no one in particular. “Leave it to the generals to remember us.” Looking to the small bowered corner she had been told was where they would sit, she smiled in appreciation at the elaborate construction and the extra flowers to help ease the hundred of smells that would assault them. She stood there in the doorway shifting uneasily from foot to foot and fingering the pommel of her sword as it sat on her hips. There as no way she would go unarmed, so her normal leather belt had been replaced with a deeper green died leather belt so it matched her gown.
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 10:47:54 GMT
« Reply #2 on: Jun 6th, 2008, 4:37pm »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Minori had been out that day going around the enclosure. The walls at least three times his height and quite wide he was making a mental map to himself. On the south east wing of the place there was a totally unguarded window. This would make a great place for entry. Minori if asked by a guard told them he was just viewing the place out of curiosity. He went back toward the inn afterwards and hoped Lizbet had done what he had said. Meanwhile Lizbet was a long ways northwest placing a symbol on a rock wall of the mountain nearby is a cave. Getting back to the horse Lizbet head south east to Abadon once again She didn't like this plan. Once again Minori was putting himself at risk but it was only due to the fact there was no other way she had agreed. She arrived at the inn and got up the stairs and saw a female Minori brushing through her red locks and turned her head to Lizbet. Minori spoke first. "Did you get that....servant dress?" Minori says not liking the idea of having to wear one but was going to make sure to wear some of her own clothes under it as to make sure she returned to normal form in the place she could discard the dress. Lizbet stared at her. It was something to see Minori so calm in this form. "Yes but are ye sure this is a good idea?" Minori nodded getting up and started to change clothes around and to get the servant dress on herself. "Nope I don't know but the only way we both can get in is if one of is gets inside and pulls the other up. Help me get my hair in a bun...I don't know how to. " Lizbet went and assisted Minori but was still feeling something bad was going to happen. " I've got the guy who is in charge of the servant houses to sneak me inside. Once in I'll try and head for the laundry to get some hot water and then there is a window on the southeast wing I placed an arrow on the side of the wall you will throw me the rope from there and have a ways away a horse. " Lizbet sighs finishing. and talks. " In which I can get in and we go carefully to find information and if possible the man Nara wants us to find out what happened to right? " Minori nods. " Gotta admit seems far fetched....just don't forget the weapons. " Minori then gets a cloak on the cloak was larger on her which hid more. " I'm going to the guy now...After the servant have lunch they are marched in and I have to be there and ready to go. Just be ready for my signal got me. " Lizbet grabs her cloak. " Got it and remember please we are in the Noble territory they won't be kind to someone sneaking in like this." then they both went separate ways for now going for the plan to get in motion.
It had been a beautiful afternoon with the songs of birds in the air. There were two rows of knights taking up either side of the lane, all of them wearing the trademark red and yellow colors of Vanaheim. The swordsmen stood facing away from the entrance. Each of them agreeing to tap their armor for the groom as soon as he passed, to bow before the bride, and to raise their swords and lances as the foot and cavalry stood in even pairs. A good day to be married as it was sure to lighten hearts that celebrate.
Adrian looked in front of the full length mirror in the chambers which, usually, he would share with his shieldmate and realized that the man looking back at him was not the man he’d once been. Throughout the years, the battles and promotions (General? Who would ever have thought it for him?) he had never paused, never noticed with such clarity as he did at that moment that the boy Rustam had grown. Eyes which, he was sure, had once seemed wide and naive now showed his age more than his rebuilt body did. Reaver’s improvements, he was sure, had included a remarkably delayed aging process… Still, he could see it in how own eyes. That, of course, was ignoring the ridiculous garb he found himself in, the ultimate proof that this day was not about what he, or his shieldmate, wished, ultimately. They had been bonded a long time since, but rather, what everyone else felt the need to see. His brown hair had been brushed, nay, attacked by one of the elder Lasheea women until it lay tame, bound back loosely with a single deerskin cord. The neck of his white shirt stood uncomfortably straight and rigid, ensuring, if nothing else, he held his head high while committing to his vows. The shirt itself, beyond that, irritated him utterly, the relatively normal shoulder’s of the garment giving way to sleeves which, he was sure, had more material in each one than in his normal shirts had in its entirety. Both collar and cuffs were rimmed with tight gold thread- the minimal that the Clan had allowed, despite hours of debate about the matter. At his waist a belt almost as wide as his palm bore the seal of the rebellion as though it were a legacy, with gold vine leaves running around it’s entirety. In comparison his lower half appeared almost normal, though the trousers he donned were of soft white doe skin, rather than his usual battered leather, and his boots- new enough they creaked when he moved, did their damnedest to match the soft brown of the cord that tied his hair. He looked, in total, he thought, ridiculous. Still, there was some satisfaction there, for had he not stood his ground, there was little doubt he would have looked worse. Still, it did not stop him from turning a ruddy shade of scarlet as Reaver knocked briefly and entered, only to smirk widely, silent in his mockery. Attempting to hide his own embarrassment Adrian reached for the final piece of his outfit, a long, light weight white cloak, seamed in gold, leaves matching those on his belt appearing to grow from the hem up towards his shoulders though failing in their attempt. Fastening it so it rested over one shoulder General Rustam finally found the courage to look back up to his master mage. As his blood-kin, of sorts, Reaver stood as Groom’s Guard, and the sword hanging from his hip, despite his own relative finery declared he intended to take his position utterly seriously. “It is time, Brother.”
Adrian glanced once more to the mirror before donning his own sword, though there should be no need for it. “I suppose that running for the hills and a small ceremony, just our family” he gestured briefly between Reaver and himself. “Is out of the question?” His ‘brother’s hand on his shoulder steering him towards the door was all the answer he seemed likely to get. Moving down the corridors Adrian can almost feel the buzz of the Keep around him. He is no empath, not like the man at his shoulder or his shieldmate, but still he can feel it as though it is a physical force pushing through the very Keep itself. Stepping out of the corridor onto the main stairs, seeing for the first time the complete setup for the wedding makes him blink, his footsteps coming to a halt in shock. Already the floor below was packed with organized chaos, those who had already chosen their seats stood by them, chatting away in excited tones that even he could pick up on. The Clan in particular seemed to be fussing, and for an instant the joking suggestion he’d made heartbeats earlier did not seem so foolish. As though sensing his sudden panic, Reaver’s hand descends upon his shoulder once more, the mage’s superior strength propelling Adrian down the stairs whether he wishes it or no. It is with a strange detachment that Adrian notices movement in the huge flower vases. Each one shakes, very slightly, despite their great weight as though something moved beneath them. The flowers, so carefully arranged by Nara’s family are silently, yet quickly overrun, Stalks growing with a rapidness which defied comprehension, flowerless for the moment even as those cut blooms that had been there originally disappear beneath the superior, living arrangement. He looks quickly to the mage that has been guiding, nay, directing his steps, whose face twists into a smirk. “I informed them I would take care of the arrangements.” He says simply, and Adrian can only nod for he already finds himself at the alter, where the flowers have undergone a similar hostile takeover- if the original arrangements are still there, he thinks, they are beneath Reaver’s own creations. Some part of his mind whispers that he is focusing too much on small details, but a glance towards the waiting congregation assures him that he would be far more comfortable continuing to focus on the intricacies of the flowers, than of the massive weight of expectation which seems to be forming above his head.
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 10:49:37 GMT
« Reply #3 on: Jun 6th, 2008, 4:38pm »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Within her chamber, Nara's mother, a couple of sister-by-marriage and a few of the women servants were helping her to get ready for the wedding. First had come the bath, scented with herbs and rose petals, then her mother had insisted she be oiled, until Nara felt like a slab of meat being prepared to be roasted. Tenderized as well, considering that the servants, unused to giving massages, which her mother also insisted she have, were a bit heavy handed in their enthusiastic efforts. She wouldn't be surprised if she had more bruises on her than she would have if she'd been in the training ring! After that, of course, was a new torture devised by her mother and sisters. Fixing her hair. She'd never really done more than brush it and leave it hang or braid it out of the way. Not today, however. She sat on a stool before the fireplace, feeling them brushing and giving strange tugs to her tresses, as they twittered and chirped above her, only pausing to grab some burgundy or gold ribbons or some flower. Even after they were done and satisfied, they refused to let her see what they had done. Now came the rest of what she was dreading. How Adrian was supposed to find her in the concoction that they had decided would be her wedding dress, she had no idea. Leading her over to the bed, all she had to do was lift her arms as they slid a soft, linen chemise over her, which fit her snuggly. Over this they poured an under gown of deep golden silk like material, the sleeves full and puffing outwards until they reached her wrist, where they were gathered and some fell delicately over her hands. The better to hide how sword callused they were, was what Nara figured. Along the hem, they had embroidered delicate flowers of burgundy. Finally, came the overdress which was a heavy burgundy brocade, the pattern of which was of leaves and roses. Like Phoenix's dress, it was high waisted and flowed down to the floor, the skirt split and each pulled to the sides to show off the under dress. Fitted sleeves went over the puffed ones, but had been slashed and they women pulled some of the material from the puffed sleeves of the under dress through the slashes. The dress, also with a square cut, showed much more cleavage than Phoenix's did, causing Nara to wonder if she was going to spill over or have to ask for something to hide her 'assets'. Of course, that didn't add to the amount of material that trailed behind her in a train. She knew that there was dancing planned for after the wedding and she wondered how she was supposed to dance, with all that material following behind her. First step, and they might just find her in her under dress, her wedding gown pooled around her ankles. That is, if she wasn't pulled backwards to land on her backside! That was when her mother showed her the ribbons sewed into the train, so that it could be tied around her wrist to give her more freedom of movement. Hah! Freedom of movement with the material weighing nearly as much as her sword tied around her wrist. It was a good thing she was in shape and used a sword or her arm would feel like it was falling off. How did noblewomen stand it? Finally, they deemed her ready and lead her to the pounded metal that was used for a mirror. She stared at the badly reflected image, taking in the way that they had drawn up her hair, weaving in ribbons and flowers and allowing it to cascade in natural curls around her face and down her back. She wasn't sure she recognized herself and wondered if Adrian would think they'd substituted someone else as his bride. With the women satisfied, a couple of pages were called in to pick up the train and they lead her out into the hall and to the stop of the stairs, where Phoenix awaited. Below, the sound of the music the minstrels were playing changed and with a deep breath, Nara took the huge bouquet of flowers her mother handed her and with Phoenix leading the way, followed her down the stairs.
The commander smiled, "Well humans are a promiscuous bunch. Potential is not a phrase it is a fact with you for sure. I can not help you much for teaching you how to fight duel-wielded, but I can get you are far as proficiency." I nodded as I saw him pull out a mercurial short sword and mercurial bastard sword. Then he showed me several moves as we did our night watch. I was learning quickly enough to where I was not coming close to harming my self at every other swing. his lessons and drills were vary helpful. the rest I had to do was practice it. Thus even after the commander finished I was still at it I could not sleep. Even the other soldiers on watch gave me tips to my style and near morning I was even asked to spar one before things started moving. This is what I enjoyed the most about where I came from every one was more then happy to help other grow. In this case I was instructed by almost every race in the group except the gnomes. They just sat there watching thinking and having tea. I know they were thinking of some sort of mechanism that would assist my abilities. Needless to say they could not think of one. the elven I spoke to and sparred me was actually dumbfounded on how deadly it would be to use two weapons instead of one when channeling spells into battle. as for casting of another kind you need to avoid hand signals or alter your magics to not need them.
Turning Fera simply nodded, “Yes, I will need assistance with my hair. The braiding is always impossible for such functions.” All out laughing now, Shadi nodded as Fera proceeded to place his shirt on. The soft silken white unblemished by stain or mar much like his breeches. His boots the deepest of greens. Tucking in the shirt he reached for his jacket. Dusting off minuscule traces of dust and dirt he shook his head, slowly working on the jacket till each and every bit of embroidery and thread shone with the immaculateness it should. Slipping it over his shirt he worked the elegantly laced button hooks over, the jacket form fitting and heavily embroider in the leaf and vine work of elven grace. Brushing off the few silver threaded snowflakes that graced each arm he nodded in approval, placing the proper pin of status upon his breast, the golden leaves of Sale'loria, wreathed about a small ruby heart, though his was more then his symbol as a prince for his bore leaf work which hung gently down along golden threads, beaded every other leaf with the softest of topaz. Shadi nodded his approval with a grin as Fera adjusted the long almost robe like flowing hems of his jacket which covered down to his knees in it's finery. Reaching for his sword belt he carefully fastened the loops over the banding of leaf work upon the leather, before buckling it snuggly over his waist and hips.
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 10:50:51 GMT
« Reply #4 on: Jun 6th, 2008, 4:38pm »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Shadi worked quickly, weaving and lacing Ferae's long hair, he hated the work but it was a lot like the old game with strings, once you got the knack you could fly through it, though the hair was long, very long in fact, down to his waist. Clasping the end with the single ribbon of white silk he nodded and said, “ I knitted your cape M'lord” Fera didn't laugh though Shadi continued to chuckle anyways. The two moved toward the door, Ferae's hands moving behind his back to cup his wrist, walking in that slow smooth glide it seemed only the noble could possess, his gate carrying him with ease to where Pali now stood, though he remained silent behind her, Shadi spoke up with but a single clearing of this throat and a grin.
Phoenix frowned, slightly in concentration, before abruptly changing her tack, confusing the two sisters in law who paused, but followed. The change was utterly necessary, Phoenix knew, for only moments after she stood waiting at the landing of the stairs, Nara arrived. Not often did Phoenix understand what made those around her attractive, or not so. Bodies were just meat, after all, the clothes they put on merely thread or skin… and yet Nara’s appearance made her jaw drop for a moment, and she stepped quickly-yet-carefully forward to catch her foster-mother in a tight hug. “She sparkles.” Phoenix whispers, unable to find any further suitable statement for Nara’s appearance at that moment. The sound of music below went unnoticed, but the subtle prod at her mind did not and Phoenix gathered her own, much smaller, bouquet from one of the sisters and began to lead the way down the stairs. She could feel the attention of those below instantly swing towards her, past her, to the woman that she lead and smiled all the wider for it. She paused only for a moment, waiting without turning to feel Nara catch up with her appropriately before beginning the walk down the aisle ahead of the bride herself. She has to reign in her squeak of glee as she sees the flowers level with her, and therefore a handful of steps before the bride herself, shiver and come into a sudden healthy bloom. Raising her eyes to glance at her mentor, she looks past him and sees the slow ripple of life begin across the alter, crimson and white blooms bursting into life at the edges of the alter, working inwards as Nara neared it. As soon as she is able Phoenix steps gently to one side, drawing level with Reaver while standing opposite him, finally turning her head to look back at the bride herself, only to have to reign in yet another squeak of happiness.
Pali felt him as he arrived just behind her. Whispering softly as watched the others appear, she didn't look back over her shoulder. “No dagger comments on how I shouldn't be a warrior anymore and should wear laces all the time.” She hadn't looked back and only preceded them around the edge of the crowd to the bower where several of their entourage had already gathered. As they rose and bowed with fists to hearts for Fera, Pali nodded for them to sit. It was then, as she turned, she caught site of Fera. She hadn't seen his outfit prior to that moment and her voice stuck in her throat. Her mind whispered softly with a warm caress as her lips turned up slightly in a smile. * Though, perhaps you should always dress thusly.... Mlord Fera'emar.* She inclined her head slightly and bobbed to almost curtsy as he took her hand and helped her sit. Once comfortable, Shadi moved to one side of her and Fera to the other and they both sat. Watching the others coming, Pali wondered absently if the elves were fine on their patrols on the battlements and near the switchback. “I should have gone on a round to see if the guards were all right.” She started to rise. Somehow this ... sitting here... seemed like a bad thing. Something itched at the back of her mind. She bit her lip wanting to run out of there and check on everyone. Her fingers danced lightly on the hilt of her sword as Fera stayed her with a hand on her arm. “Stay... we will have word if something is amiss.” She sat and nodded but the normal stillness of their kind was lost in her this moment. Even though she sat more still than most of the humans, she was, by their standards, not still at all.
Lizbet hurried to the place keeping an eye out for the arrow where Minori had said. After finding it she rode the horse to a point and once far off enough so she wouldn't be seen and yet see Minori's signal. She tied the horse on a post and then sat nearby and watched the window for any hint. Meanwhile Minori was heading to where the servant houses were and met the man in charge. Minori handed over a money purse that weighed heavily. " There as we agreed. " She says removing her cloak to reveal the tight and worn green tinted servants dress. It went all the way to ankle length. The man smiled with a crooked smile. "I would have asked for more lass but I like seeing people messing with people of higher class." He laughed a little and got into the servant line when they came together. With a pass telling she is to go to the laundry its would help her out greatly. Marching in with the servants those also heading the the laundry lead her to the way she needed to go, keeping her face down hoping the guards wouldn't notice once within. She looked about as she walked when the risk wasn't there realizing just how large the place was. Once in the laundry Minori made sure not to let any steam hit her and with a ladle nearby got some of the hot water, and then nodded at the ones that had helped her with leading the way. After getting alone Minori removed the dress and tossed it aways now only in her normal tunic and pants glad the dress had hidden them. Pouring the water over herself she returned to the normal male self. Shaking to get rid of the tingly feeling. Now being careful, Minori ran silent in the places the gray stones all around causing no echoes but still felt the need to be aware of everything. right now anything could go wrong Tempted to check the doors on the way Minori ignored them the chance to look around would come after getting Lizbet inside. Making it to the window unnoticed Minori took out a small mirror like metal and shined it in the light. In the distance Lizbet sees the signal and thanks her lucky stars Minori is ok. She runs all the way to the window and throws the ropes to Minori and he ties it nearby and helps pull Lizbet up. Lizbet once up and withing the place looks around. "You had me worried you know that." She says and Minori shrugs, "Yeah, yeah, what else is new." Minori smiles and get his sword from Lizbet. "I don't get it." Minori says listening and looking around. "This place is quite." Minori goes and sees some stairs. "I'm going to go down if you hear me yell get down the rope and out...and check the nearby rooms. There might be info." Minori starts down the circular stairwell before Lizbet could object but not following what he said follows behind silently.
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 10:51:56 GMT
« Reply #5 on: Jun 6th, 2008, 4:39pm »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The change of music jarred Adrian out of his comfortable, if irrelevant train of thought, and he looked up towards the stairs themselves, along with just about every other set of eyes in the room. Nara’s figure is, for the most part, hidden by the stairs and the banister as she moves towards the floor, and so it is not until she turns, finally that he can see her beyond Phoenix’s shoulder. He wonders, in some part of his mind, if Reaver would be able to start his heart again, for in all honesty it feels as though it has stopped within his chest. There is a slight pang of memory to see Nara in a dress once more, for the last time he did so she could not remember herself, or him for that matter. Their relationship had, mostly by his own hand he had to admit, almost crumbled under the loss. It seemed strangely fitting that she should wear one now, fully aware of who she was, and what she was doing. And, indeed, beyond that pang was the simple knowledge that she looked beautiful. The sight stunned him in a way he had not expected, because he always thought she looked beautiful, even after hours of practice, or days without sleep, or battle, but this was a new experience. The bond between them pulsed in his head as his shielding failed- weak at the best of times- and allowed his shieldmate an accurate account of just how much he adored her. Whatever small details he had focused on until this point are forgotten utterly, along with everything else, even his own attire, as his focus narrows down to include only his shieldmate.
As she followed Phoenix down the stairs and towards the Great Hall, her eyes widened in surprise at seeing Reaver's part of the decorating as the flowers bloomed as she drew closer to the alter on the dais where the High Table stood. She was surprised at how suddenly shy she felt, even though she and Adrian had been bound to each other for years. A blush, which embarrassed her almost as much as every other thing that her mother had concocted, touched her cheeks, adding a rosy glow to them. Behind the alter, the priest stood waiting, beaming at her and Phoenix as they approached Adrian. Nara's step faltered a moment as she looked at her beloved, transformed by her mother by the clothes she had designed, barely keeping her jaw from dropping in startlement. He'd always been handsome to her, even when he was her sergeant, always rugged, always in command. Then had come the change and Reaver fixing it, though Adrian had retained the height he had when he had been in minotaur form. She knew this man, inside and out, and yet, due to her mother's interference, she almost felt as if she were walking up the aisle to a stranger. Panic struck briefly, until she felt what he was feeling sent down the link that the two of them shared, saving them and every one else the embarrassment of watching the bride bolting out the Hall doors and running as if chased by a pack of wolves. In that instant, she understood a bit more of what Salindra had felt when her father had told her that he had chosen the man that she would marry. Gathering her courage, surprised that she had needed to, she quickly glanced over the crowd, seeing familiar faces and relaxed some more as she neared Adrian. Reaching his side, she smiled up at him, then looked forward, facing the priest. The priest smiled benignly to the both of them, then looked out over the crowd. "Before us stand two separate people, joined in love, who now wish to join in the path of being husband and wife. This does not make them one being, but two who have chosen one path. Be there any here who sees ought to prevent this marriage?" Nara could almost feel Reaver's glower as he looked around, as if challenging anyone to say anything that would halt the wedding.
The red lions heard the music faint away as the scent of flowers barely made it out to them. Barden remembered the last time he spoke with Lea. He thought of it for every moment. It was on his mind still. He had a feeling he would see her again, after so many days of not once laying eyes on her and fighting with everything to see her again. There were pages in the rubbish pile of would be notes to her, ink dreams that fell unto paper, now as silent as the screams he was shouting inside. Her gentle, almost apologetic voice hurt him more than any wound he'd had in battle. But also there was this fire of rage; one he could unfurl at his enemies. All the more a gift of fury. For what can a man trust in... not men, nor women, nor even gods.... but in his own steel. Doth a man will his strength? His eyes went back to the doors of the great hall. He had a feeling that Lea was inside. He was bound to see her at her best.
Ferae smiled slightly though the smile met not his eyes as he watched each person in the great hall. He emulated the smile rather then wore it, looking to each guest and their garb and reaction. His eyes catching upon the blooms that blossomed around them and upon the altar, following the train not by watching those present but rather the flow of power that rippled through the great hall with the entrance of the now brilliantly attired General Nara and her precession. He had dressed in the attire asked of him, though he felt uncomfortable in it, not because the fact he was dressed up, he was use to that, it was the fact it was against sylvan tradition and nature.
Gripping Pali's arm he held her tight to her seat though he felt her touch in his mind, he wouldn't allow her to leave, especially not after that beautiful display of powers, he needed her opinion later. He looked to the man who he thought twice about killing upon the battlefield not all that long ago, the large man all dressed in finery and crisp threads was sharp contrast to the blood soaked berserker he'd witnessed before. He felt it was good that judgment had made him stay his blade, it would have been most regrettable to have taken this day from them in such a way. He spotted the healer then, her finery was of good taste, it spoke much of her lineage and her character to be garbed in such attire. Looking to his own vanguard, the ones he trusted enough to have with them he gave the slightest of gestures of his hand, two moving quickly from the back seating to excuse themselves and check upon the rotation of guard outside beneath the plateau. Looking to Pali he noted the necklace she wore, touching upon winters with his mind he looked to her attire whispering softly to her, “ You and your brother do our people proud. Very nice choice.”
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 10:52:51 GMT
« Reply #6 on: Jun 6th, 2008, 4:39pm »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Raising his eyes then once more to the procession and the ceremony he watched in silence, scanning over the crowd now and then as he took in their reactions, puzzled about the tears and the look of sadness on some, especially the large one that he'd seen bossing so many, and the small one who seemed ever present on General Nara's heels. Listening to the words of the wedding he noted the individualism the humans seemed to embrace even in a life bonding, he found this strange considering to do so almost defeated such ceremony though remained silent. Then he heard the offer of stopping the ceremony by objection, his eyes looked over the grouping assembled, this too was a strange custom considering the only two that could object to such bonding without being nobility were the two who stood at the altar now.
The psychic can feel, easily, Adrian’s utter shock at Nara’s appearance, along with the flood of positive emotions that she quietly shuts her mind to. Phoenix does not often have the presence of mind to feel she is intruding, but in that instant she thinks he might just be. Looking across the aisle at Reaver she catches his clear amusement at his bond-brother’s stunned face and has to stifle a giggle herself because of it. In the first row of the congregation, a small, frantically waving arm catches her eye and Phoenix opens her mind once more enough to brush a small feeling of welcome over her charge, the young girl seemingly content with such recognition returns to watching her parents, indeed, everyone dressed so finely, and flowers which open as though by magic. Beside her, her twin was busy whispering nonsense to his nurse, who tilted her head indulgently, but kept her eyes fixed on the ceremony itself. She could feel Nara’s brief burst of panic, but makes no move to intervene except to open the link between them slightly more, reassured when she appears to pull herself together. When the priest begins to talk, however, she cannot help but smile all the more. Positioned as she is Reaver’s look, which promises death to any that so much as cough at that moment is clear to her, though she knows that none within would dare even think of it. After all, they have been one unit in the mind of the Keep for so long to even contemplate them separately was a task in and of itself. From the congregation there was a joyous shriek, quickly hushed, from one who knew no better and certainly did not mean to object. Phoenix reaches out fondly, her will following familiar paths to hush the babe even as his nurse does, and she waits.
Be fore we left, another one said, “That is a human for yah. They always have great potential." I felt saddened. "Well then please, still think highly of me. If you had not heard about the people we are up against. The army we are up against are corrupted human that want nothing then to do mass genocide on every race but there own. They even go so far as using those not human as test subjects and transforming them is to a best like human like fabled minotaurs. But the humans here they even mist treat people of there own race with fear for those against there cause at test subjects as well if they do not kill them. in fact I believe my siblings that were sent here prior have become a Twisted....so that is what we are fighting for. We are fighting for a world we can share. Am I right? Don't we want this for this country as well!!!" I said hoping to rustle some feathers and to inspire confidence in this horrid situation. the I quickly turned to the commanders and asked for forgiveness for speaking out of line but I could not allow them to praise me for being human before seeing the worst they have to offer.
Llewel relaxed a bit as Ferae's hand rested on her arm a moment longer and mentioned her and Shadi doing the elves proud. She blushed slightly and fingered the pendant at her neck before realizing it and set her hand back in her lap. She glanced to Shadi who was busy staring at the crowd off to the side of them. She followed his gaze and saw the healer elf in his sights. She searched for the woman's name and finally remembered, Lea. That is what she had been called. Pali hadn't seen her in several days, but it was mostly her own doing. She had been more busy with seeing to the safety of Fera and the provisions for the guards who remained. With the wedding, there were far more people in the keep than usual and it made guarding her Prince a bit harder.
Too many people had too much access to too many places that should have been off limits. Shadi had chosen to stay in the pavilion offered the elves outside after a one of the women here for the wedding had been found in his chambers 'straightening up' because they were guests and needed to be seen too properly. She smiled slightly and remembered too that the Generals had no peace either. Constant troubles from the women on Lord Adrian's side seemed to move in on Lady Alannara in a constant pressure that surely had the lovers half mad with distress. She returned her thoughts to the ceremony once more. The flowers were subtle but strong enough to keep the smell of so many close bodies from being overwhelming. She glanced sideways to her Prince and smiled inwardly. She hadn't seen him in official garb since their last return home nearly two wheels ago. She had forgotten how nicely his hair cascaded when plated in the intricate herringbone tight pattern or how his tunic top shone with its embroidery. She looked back to the bride and groom, listening to the priest, and a brief thought passed thru her mind that she would never be there at an alter with her hand clasped with her lover's as their blood mingled into a chalice symbolizing the union of their bloodlines and a blessing for children were made over the chalice. She found this ceremony simple but elegant. The humans did well by their handfastings and she made herself a mental note to seek the couple out in quieter times to give them her gifts.
The Priest was not surprised there was no objections. He had the feeling that with the two before him, had someone spoken or even coughed, swords would have been drawn and chaos would have ensued. He smiled and continued. He took the golden rings from the table behind him and placed them on the book he read from while resting his hand on them. “These rings, round and firm, symbolize continuous love and never ending devotion.” Giving them each a ring, he spoke to Adrian first. “Place the ring on your Shieldmate's finger. Give her your own words of love, protection, devotion and honor. Speak from your heart and nothing shall be amiss.” Everyone would watch Adrian take the ring and speak in a near hushed tone to his beloved of his heart's own feelings. The same was repeated to Ala and the words came from her as well. Taking up their hands he clasped them together and bound the colors of their standards around them woven with a silver cord. “With the bindings of clan and colors we hold that your households will now be two made one. With the silver of coin, we hold that your holdings will now be two made one. And in the eyes of the Ones above who look over us all, we give them praise to see your two souls made to one wholeness. Just as women and men are two sides of a coin, you are now one coin.” He raised their bound ad clasped hands high and turned them so they faced the crowd. “Witness now, before the Gods,” He raised a hand to the heavens. “To mere mortals,” He motioned to those assembled in the crowd, “And to our beloved, and welcomed guests from the fields and mountains beyond.” He motioned to the bower where the elves sat. “These two are now wed. Let no man, woman, child, mortal or immortal speak falsely of the union or tear it asunder for as it is spoken, so it is done.” He smiled and winked to Adrian. “Kiss your Lady, Mlord. For now you are hers as she is yours.” He then stepped back to allow them to kiss and spoke one final time. “Depart now with your hands bound as the walk from the room bound thusly would symbolize the eternal bind you will walk all the days of your life.”
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 10:53:51 GMT
« Reply #7 on: Jun 6th, 2008, 4:40pm »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Going down the stairs they seemed to go a ways down but as Minori went down a faint voice was heard but it only got louder but still couldn't be understood until he reached the bottom then Minori heard a voice that was familiar to him screaming to someone about the rebels. Minori carefully got close to the door and looked through the bar windows. the placed seemed like a dungeon. He saw one man on the ground tied to it by a rope and a large man in a cloak and a sword in his hand. Minori could hear him. "I want to know where the hell is the rebel base of command." The man bound to the ground only looked up from the ground and said. "I cannot tell you as I am unable." He says and is guessing that was the guy they were there for. The man walked around the man on the ground so they were back to back. "If you will not tell me." The mans arm bent. "Then DIE!!" As the man swung Minori ran in and slid and blocked the mans sword though barely. Minori then while the guy was shocked to cut loose the man on the ground and pulled him up and out the door before the man gave chase. Seeing Lizbet Minori practically threw the man at her. " Get him out of here I'll take care of this. . " Minori turned quickly in a defensive stance. Lizbet was stunned looking at the man then Minori. " What do you mean?" Minori looked at her and shoot. " This guy is strong hurry the hell up. " Lizbet started up and then said as she left. " You better hurry Minori. " Then started helping the man up the stairs.
The cloaked figure walked out his face not showing. He spoke again with his very low, raspy voice. " Wha she say? Minori is it? Minori Tsurugi?" He asks. Minori looks at him eyes on him now. " Now who are you to know me?" the man started laughing and the unveiled his face to Minori. "Wha don't remember me my boy? " Minori stood there his eyes set on the man. The scar on the right eyes, the voice, and his blade. Minori knew who this man was. It was he long thought dead Uncle Michio.
He cannot fail to notice Nara’s moment of panic, but it is not something that bothers him overly. Given how nervous –he- was, how different she appeared, it had to be all the worse having each set of eyes waiting for her. In short, he was wholly satisfied that it was she, not he, that had to walk the aisle last. As soon as she stepped within his reach his hand sought out hers, feeling more at ease for having that contact to anchor him. He does not need to whisper his endearments, nor tell her how beautiful she is, for after the first burst he simply leaves the bond between them utterly open on his end, for her to filter should she wish it. Despite his almost complete certainty that no one would speak up given the option, Adrian feels strangely reassured by Reaver’s very real presence at his side. If anyone should object, he feels, his brother would soon take care of that particular obstacle. His attention is soon captured again, though and the sudden panic as the ring is held out to him serves to wipe everything from his mind. Hours spent alone in his study, writing and rewriting the vows he was certain he deserved are all for nothing, and in that moment he could howl in frustration. “Nara…” He finds himself turning the ring over and over between his fingers, and half smiles. “Never been one for fancy words, love… B’t I swear, by the beating of my heart, that I’ll stand by your side ‘til the end of all things.” He can hear the lilt returning to his voice, natural accent leaking through his learned speech, but there is nothing he can do to stop it, for fear of losing the flow of the words that have hijacked his brain. “B’ lovin’ you, ahn our bairns…” Here, he cast his gaze upwards, searching for the words and finding none. His smile to her is embarrassed and apologetic all at once. “Forever. B’aint another fer meh, Alannara Lasheea, ahn ahm gonnnae dae everythin’ in mah power t’ keep ‘s t’gether fer….” He half chuckles, breath hissing out between his teeth. “fer ‘s long ‘s ye’ll have meh, love.” He concludes, taking her hand carefully to slip the ring on the appropriate finger, but cannot help himself from whispering “Ah wrote better ‘uns” in a near-appology.
As the priest began to speak, Nara's eyes wandered over to Adrian and remained, the crowd of guests forgotten, the heat produced by so many bodies clustered around them nothing more than a mere annoyance as she smiled at her mate, looking into his eyes, her own filled with the love she felt for him. For her, no one exists in this moment, in this place, except her and Adrian, all nervousness gone by the simple touch of his hand. The priest's words washed over her like a benediction and her lips tilted upwards as Adrian spoke, telling her in simple words of his love for her, for their children and the promise she knows is forever. She watches as the ring slides onto her finger, the gold catching light from one of the candles before she takes the ring she is giving to him. As she faced him, she smiled the ring held it between the tips of her fingers, ready to slide on his. Taking his hand in her free one, she placed the ring just before the tip of his ring finger and looked up at him with shining eyes. "I have loved you longer than you have known Adrian, from before we started this campaign, when I shield your back before you fled. As I shielded and loved you then, so shall I continue to do so, now until one of our hearts stops beating. You have been my strength, my joy and have given me the joy of our bairns. My heart and soul will always be in your keeping for now until the end of forever." With those words, she slipped the ring on his finger, her eyes twinkling and whispered, "You couldn't have written better ones. Those were from your heart." Then closing her eyes and lifting her lips, smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck as he leaned down and kissed her, sealing their promises to each other.
There was applause and cheers as congratulatory hugs were given by those who stood by the altar The doors opened and Barden called out, "Present!" The sound of 40 sheathes and and steel slits met their eyes. They pointed them in an arch just behind the group of people who had awaited them outside. They, however, were ushered aside to let the newlyweds go to the decorated place of celebration. Others followed as well. Then he saw her. She must've seen him for his red hair stood him out. She looked beyond words as he took time to memorize her, tears welled in his eyes. But then again, this was an occasion in which they seemed to fit.
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 10:54:41 GMT
« Reply #8 on: Jun 6th, 2008, 4:43pm »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Avarill May 24, 2008 Avarill
NARA: The wedding celebration was still going full blown, the trestle tables set up and ladened with food. Nara sat with her family on the dais, watching the festivities, smiling, though she was worried. One of the guards had come and leaned over to Adrian, whispering in his ear. And with a reassuring pat on her arm and a whisper saying he'd be back, he'd slipped away. She was a bit worried, but knew that one of them had to stay. It was their wedding, after all. They had left the Great Hall and to outside the Keep right after the wedding, walking under an arch of swords thoughtfully provided by Barden and his Red Lions, so that they could hear the cheers and good wishes of those in the Keep, their Allies and those of the village who hadn't been able to come into the Keep for the wedding. During that time, the servants had set up the Great Hall for the wedding feast, while tables had been set up throughout the inner courtyard for others, as there was only so much room in the Great Hall. Nara and Adrian had ordered that tuns of ale and wine be broached for the celebration, though orders had been given that those who had guard duty to remain sober and vigilant. A secondary celebration was planned, a quiet one, for them the following day. Food and a small amount of ale and small beer had been sent to those guarding the perimeter of the plateau, as well as being sent down to the base of the plateau to those camped and stationed there. Now the feast was underway, minstrels playing in one corner, entertainers singing, dancing or telling tales in the squared off area before the High Table amusing those eating in the Great Hall. They rotated in shifts, some entertaining the crowd outside. Nara felt awkward in her dress, a smile seeming to be frozen on her lips, though she was glad to see that all were enjoying themselves. They hadn't had enough cause for celebration and it was a good thing for all concerned, even though she and Adrian had been made the center of this celebration. She ate, chatted with her family and wondered what had called Adrian away
BARDEN: They broke formation after the precession and the crowd broke, some of them having stayed away to allow the bride and the bridegroom their promenade. Soon they would enter the dining hall with a round of cheers. Truly it is great to be this happy in times so dark. But through all these cloudy years, the sun doth shineth still. But not for Barden. He simply could not bear to see such a beautiful creature, perhaps the fairest in all of Avarill, without him by her side. Love.. rage... both fires found in the heart. A ring of fire, with Lea at the center. He parted to the stone balcony, unsheathed his sword and proceeded to strike against the boulders repeatedly. "Why not? WHY NOT!!?"
LEA: Lea remained at her table speaking softly to one of the soldiers at the next table. She had assisted in healing him in the past and they had chatted discovering they both enjoyed the outdoors, riding and swimming. She had seen Barden and his troops, finding them handsome to look at when they did the arch. Because of the gala, there was minimum staff in the infirmary and all were currently here with the exception of Cabal.
GABE: Gabe awoke lightly raining to his feet and looking about he had just awoke from his rest from the long night of sentry on the walls his eyes were no longer reddened by the war of tiredness. He then slowly put his leather cuirass on and then moved to the leggings of chain mail his eyes scanned the room as he fastened his blade to his hip and slowly moved out from his quarters he then moved through the hallways of the keep looking for someone. That someone just so happened to be the Bride of this day. He had missed the ceremony due to the lack of sleep after post. His movement was with haste me felt as if he should congratulate the bride and groom of the day
NARA: Replete, Nara pushed the trencher before her away, then leaned back against the chair watching the entertainers preforming in front of the High Table. Now that she wasn't the center of attention, she was slowly able to relax and enjoy the festivities, though she still felt uncomfortable in her wedding dress. Everyone was cheerful, tankards being filled and refilled, a large variety of viands available for everyone's choice. She felt that the servants in the kitchen had outdone themselves. Everyone was lifting tankards and singing to the rhymesters that were in the center.
BARDEN: Barden proceeded to beat the stone until an woman casually made her way to him. She spoke differently, at a distance from herself, yet she spoke in a very personal way in regards to him. He spoke of his dilemma of his love that is not corresponded, though he didn't mention Lea's name. The woman made use of her sight and saw her face. She knew how such a thing can make a man weak. So weak that he is in fact unworthy of the love he seeks. That instead of acting like a child, he should act like a man. A man that stands with the rebellion. A feeling came over him as she spoke, much like the courage he instills in his men before a battle. And with an oath the feelings of despair that besundered him vanished, he mounted his steed and rode fast.
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 10:55:48 GMT
« Reply #9 on: Jun 6th, 2008, 4:44pm »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- FERAE: Ferae noted the armed arch he had watched from the doorway as 'bride and groom', as the humans had dubbed them, had made their way through it. His brows furrowed only slightly at this custom, curious about this cross over of military and spiritual. The expression didn't last long as he listened to the rustling and changing from within the keep once more. Turning he walked within the corridors once more, looking around to the different busyness of the servants as they sought to change the great hall to a dinning room once more, though this dinner was being set up differently. Nodding only slightly he retreated to his quarters, giving Pali'shol and Shadi'shol the order for one to check on troops and the other to check on the patrols beneath the plateau. While they bulked about it he had told them he'd be remaining within his quarters for studies while they were away. There he remained even during the beginnings of the dinner, his work having taken much of his mind even while Shadi and Pali reported back, they joined the celebration figuring he would in his own time, though Pali gave him a slightly worried and resigned look when he dismissed her. Shadi made his way into the celebration, looking about the group of people within he gave a smirk and shook his head, he knew full well why Fera had avoided the dinner, this was a crowd of people and a social event. He knew Fera would join the celebration when he had calmed his mind. Seating himself near a few servants with the night off he began in soft banter and jokes taking up a glass of water. He'd often felt curious about alcohol though had never partaken, deciding what the hell he took up a glass and pitcher of beer, giving it a slight sniff and sip he nodded before belting back the glass and pouring more.
HITOMI: The journey has been a long one, and her companions are weary, though her inborn abilities give her endurance beyond even their own. A gentle touch, a few soft words of encouragement, and the occasional use of her powers is enough to bring them to the end of the long climb. She knows she will have to approach the castle alone, for the presence of the others in her party would cause more of a stir than she might wish. So it is with some reluctance that she travels from the forested area on the verge of the road, where her 'retainers' are hidden, to the gates of Stone Talon, where she speaks with the still-familiar servants of the mage Reaver, sending a request for permission to bring herself and her party within. She knows that she is welcome, without question, but her retinue is another story, and so she waits with some amount of trepidation, for she has been away for some time and she is uncertain how much has changed with the Rebels since last she was with them. While she waits, she runs her mental 'fingers' over the lace work of empathic bonds that preserves what minds remain within her charges, the poor, pitiful remnants of what they once were having been lifted free of the hurtful iron fists of those who would use them for their own benefit. They are safe, it seems, for though she can sense the perpetual lurking threat that is woven throughout the forests, it does not appear to be targeting her entourage. She finds comfort in this, for the shadow which pervades throughout the plateau is known to her well, and it seems that for all his darkness, Reaver is still able to separate foe from innocent. She can feel the bustle and energy of the reception in the heart of Stone Talon, lending it a pseudo-life that she finds charming, setting a light smile upon her lips as she bides her time. The warm breeze causes her hair to move like a rippling waterfall of blue-black glory, the afternoon sunlight glistening off each strand as if from liquid onyx. Her pearl-grey gaze tracks slowly across the castle walls, the massive hedge of thorns wrapped about it, remembering the days before such a thing had been, wondering who had remained and who had left or been slain. That thought saddens her somewhat, even as she understands that death is inevitable in such circumstances.
LEA: Lea was enjoying the music and the meal as she spoke with those at her table, unaware of Barden’s ride into the night. She watched as Shadi entered and nodded to him though doubted he saw her in the crowded room. She didn’t notice the prince, and doubted he would come. Her attention turned back to her table and a joke Suri was telling the others. Lea smiled then checked the time, knowing she would have to leave soon to feed Lissi. Standing gracefully, she walked towards the door.
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 10:58:11 GMT
« Reply #10 on: Jun 6th, 2008, 4:44pm »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- MINORI: Lizbet,doing as Minori had ask, helped the man up the stairs as fast as possible. She feared guard coming down and them having no way out. The man had been beat but was moving faster than she would have thought. "Whats your name?" Lizbet asks him and he replied. "I'm known as Hiro. Might I ask who you are?" Lizbet stop when she gets to the top. Listening and looking around. It was odd no noise. No sign of a guard. She didn't know what to think as she answered. "I'm Lizbet. Me and Minori were sent to find out what happened to you and if possible help you." Helping him to the rope. "I'll go down first so I can catch you if you slip." She says starting her way down. Meanwhile in the dungeon area Minori stood there staring at the scarred face that belonged to the one man he trusted since his father had passed. His Uncle Michio. Normally Minori would have sheathed his sword, but he couldn't understand why his uncle would torture that man. The man he knew hadn't been like that. Michio smiled. "What's with this m'boy? Been years since we seen each other and you hold a sword at me?" Minori didn't know what to say but knew he had to. "Uncle....why...why would you torture that man to know about where the rebels are located?" He asks and Michio walked closer sword in hand, but didn't swing. " Simple. I needed information like that to get into the nobles. To help Kitara get her goal. " Minori stepped back aiming for the door. "Why! Why would you help the woman who killed my father....your brother?" Minori gulped and eyes went wide as he barely parries the vertical swing of Michio's sword. This only caused Minori to fall back and in his mind he could believe this. "Simple boy. You remember the name Kazemo. The mage for whom killed your dear mother, kidnapped your elder sister? Well he left something behind for his apprentice to find. You see Kazemo didn't have the skill in transmutation to help create any twisted so he stayed hidden. Why he did what he did to our family I don't know but it dealt with something he knew would help and make him famous... something that could have changed everything. Now Kitara is searching for what it is he was doing. If I help her I'll become great and be just as famous. But now that search is over....tell me now where is the cube boy?" Minori thought and realized what he meant...the cube Michio had sent Minori when his father had been killed. Minori had remembered reading the rune on it and something had entered but he lied anyways. "I don't know I never received anything. He said but Michio knew better. " Tell me now boy or else." Michio did another vertical slash in which Minori had barely dodged and started up the stairs as his uncle started to pull out his sword from the wall. Minori ran as fast as he could. Meanwhile Lizbet and Hiro had made it down safely and got a ways away when Minori leaped out of the window grabbing onto the rope and slid down quickly. Seeing Lizbet " RUN get him out of here I'm being followed. " Minori looked up as Michio leaped down similar to Minori but his big body slams the ground shaking it nearby. " Your not getting away boy...get some backbone and fight me. I won't kill ya...me and Kitara need what you know...know where the rebels are isn't needed if we get the cube. Laying Hiro nearby Lizbet walk even with Minori. " Lets take this guy down and get...." Minori shout interrupting. " NO! Get that guy out of here...this is MY fight Lizbet....mine alone." Lizbet stood there shocked as Minori and Michio both walked till no one was near them and there was about 10 paces between them. Smiling all the more Michio looked at him. " Tell me why are you going to fight me boy? I trained you...I know what you can do. " He said undoing his cloak and throw out to the side the weight in it causing it to slump on the ground. Michio wore a tunic and his pants were a shade of gray he was large but it was his muscle mass that caused it. Minori did the same his tunic and pants no different he was only a smaller version of his uncle. Both raised their sword and the sky seemed to show there coming battle as the clouds gathered slight rumbling from them.
NARA: At the table, Nara stiffened as she felt a brush against her empathic sense, the broke into a broad grin. Rising from her seat, she excused herself, waving to the rhymesters to continue with their song. Passing through the crowd, the train of her bridal gown now lifted and attached to the band on her wrist to give her more freedom of movement, nodding and smiling to people as she passed by. Nearing Shadi, she paused, put a hand on his shoulder and whispered "If you're not used to drinking, I wouldn't throw them back quite so fast, my friend." Winking at him when he looked up at her, she continued on her way, finally reaching the doors to the Great Hall and down the stairs, stopping only to speak briefly with those that offered her congratulations. She finally made her way through the festivities of the inner courtyard and to the outer courtyard, which seemed strangely silent, since most of the revelers were behind her. Even the forge was quiet for once, the blacksmith and his apprentices enjoying themselves within the inner courtyard. She walked on until she reached the gate, waved to the guards who nodded and smiled at her as she passed through. The tunnel that went through the walls was dark, lit by flickering torches, but familiar with it, she paid it no attention. Reaching the drawbridge, she lifted her skirts, raced across it and over the moat and through the Thorn Wall. "Hitomi!" she cried, losing all decorum and on reaching her, dropped her skirts to hug the tiny woman. "I'm so glad to see you! Where have you been? What have you been up to? The Keep hasn't been the same since you've been gone!"
FERAE: Shadi drank more and more. Even after Nara's advice he didn't think anything of it. He didn't really notice the effect the ale was having. He enjoyed the taste. It was something different and rather fun to try. He wondered vaguely why Fera wouldn't try such things.
Fera walked to the doorway of the celebration, his eyes falling on each person of the room, nodding to those he had met. His attire was the same crisp off white jacket with the leaf and vine work upon it. Seeing Shadi, he listened to him but a second before approaching in a quick silent manner.
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 10:59:25 GMT
« Reply #11 on: Jun 6th, 2008, 4:45pm »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Shadi hadn't noticed Fera come in, or the fact his speech was growing more and more slurred. Shadi's eyes widened slightly as the surprise of both. The vice like fingers on his shoulder and the soft whisper of Ferae's tone in his ears loud enough for only him to hear, “Get up and come with me. You make a mockery of our kind with your actions.” Shadi moved quickly, excusing himself as Fera rose up, his back straightening and all but drug him from the bench bodily. All this had occurred with only Shadi's facial expression to show there was a problem, Ferae's own remained cold and blank as he walked with his fingers still gripping Shadi's shoulder as they left the great hall.
HITOMI: Hitomi's smile widens as she feels the expectant journey and approach of Nara, the one whom she had helped in awakening when the General's own empathic abilities had awakened. She had also spend a fair amount of time at the head of the healers, guiding their efforts and training them in the skills she herself had learned in her younger days. As Nara rushes toward her, she opens her arms and embraces the taller woman, sharing in the joy of Nara's marriage without the use of words, the way that only two empaths are able: Sharing. She also conveys her urgent desire to bring her companions into safety here through the Sharing, speaking only to supplement that desire. "The world called, and was answered, Lady Nara. I have brought some who desperately need protection, for while I could rescue them, I could not help them in the ways they truly need it. There is one, whom I know can help if he is willing, and so I came here." Her sigh is somewhat pensive, but then a mischievous gleam lights her storm cloud gray eyes and she follows with, "Of course, I could not fail to arrive for the day of your wedding either. I saw the birth of your children as I lay sleeping, and could feel the threads of your lives being drawn ever-closer. It drew upon me as well, for the tapestry of the future is woven of moments that intertwine, and this is part of events to come, in which I am needed here. If I am welcome, of course." She does not fear rejection, but years of practiced artifice and gentle guidance of others' thoughts and emotions into paths of her choosing are impossible to discard, she thinks to herself as she looks up through her eyelashes at Nara with the slightest touch of supplication and vulnerability that appeals not to ego or dominance, but to the basic desire of good people to help those in need.
LEA: As she did, she saw Fera enter, nodded to him and continued back towards her rooms. The group was getting rowdy with drink and she didn’t care for such things. Entering her rooms she saw Lissi playing on a rug on the floor. The 6 month old sitting fairly well now. Greeting her and she scooped her up and covered her with kisses “Amin mekla lle.” she said in elf with a smile. Walking to the comfortable chair in the room, she sat with the child and began to nurse her.
MINORI: They both started circling each other as they stared. Stance, movement all the same showing that they were identical except when you see Michio had a load of scars. "Tell me boy and after I'm done with you I might spare your woman." Minori looked serious...Lizbet had never seen him this bad even when they were training. "She isn't my woman we are merely friends...Uncle. You had best not touch her." Suddenly Minori leaps forward and they both gave hard swings and they continuously parried each other till they were locked pushing one another. "I'm telling you Minori stop this and join me. Think of the power we will have together." Minori replied grunting. "I'm not interested in power or fame....but protecting my friends and getting my vengeance UNCLE" Minori using all his strength and swings forward pushing his uncle away. Michio starts to really push Minori back heading for the keep and now a couple guards were looking down. The physical strain was reaching Minori already. Between his uncles strength and with how the day had been already it was already too much. Stopping for a split second Michio slammed into Minori and Minori went flying and hit the wall of the keep. Minori fell to his knees. " See boy I'm not only too strong but more skilled then you. Give up yet?" Minori stood up straight when Michio's blade pierced through Minori's shoulder all the way trapping to the wall in which Michio started beating on Minori. Lizbet couldn't stand this anymore and drew her bow and fired the arrow pierced Michio's sword hand causing him to loose grip and Minori was free and had moved away holding his bleeding shoulder. Strength wise especially with a messed up shoulder Minori couldn't physically stand up to the man but he had to do this. Once recovered and screaming stopped Michio looked at Lizbet. "Why you little wench! How dare you?" Michio grabbed his sword from the ground and started running at Lizbet and Minori hurried in front of her and Michio and the rage Michio had screaming but smart enough as he stabbed Minori on Minori's torso away from anything that could go life threatening and Minori screamed in pain tears coming from his eyes and realized his uncle had made an error and Minori capitalized on it stabbing his Uncle though both screamed Michio out of pain and Minori out of not only pain but sadness and anger. Through the heart Minori pulled the sword out and they both feel Minori rolled away grasping his wound. Though no organs were hit it still was bleeding pretty bad and Michio looking at Minori he smiled before coughing up blood and died. Minori stood up looking at his dead uncle. "Lizbet, grab his sword. Get the man and get the ring for our way back to Stone Talon.” He says standing there sheathing the sword Fereio lent him. Tears not stopping as he had killed his uncle. The man's temper had made it easier but it was because of Lizbet that he got angered. Once ready, Lizbet used the ring to contact the mage that would open their gate back...and soon they hoped.
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 11:00:43 GMT
« Reply #12 on: Jun 6th, 2008, 4:47pm »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- NARA: After Nara stepped back, she smiled down at the diminutive healer. "I thought I had sensed your presence during the birth of the twins." As Hitomi continued speaking, a crease formed between Nara's brows, a slight frown on her lips, not from displeasure but from concentration. "Of course you're welcome, Hitomi. Always." Looking behind the healer and out towards the woods, she asked, "Where are your companions? We'll make them welcome as well." She sighed heavily. "The Nobles have stepped up on their atrocities of late. We have some allies within some of the minor Noble Lords. We haven't been able to get near any of the higher ones. Lord Chorster keeps too close an eye on them. In fact, I have a feeling we'll be having more refugees, which is why there's some building going on down at the base of the plateau. I've been considering building a wall around the plateau itself, but that would be a major undertaking and slow going." She gave a rueful chuckle. "Well, unless Reaver can figure out how to grow stone walls! It wouldn't surprise me if he could!" Linking her arm in the smaller woman's, when they neared it, she closed her eyes and concentrated as Reaver had taught them, re-establishing and strengthening the link Hitomi had with the Thorn Wall, as well as giving her the access to initiate others to it. "There," she said with a smile. "According to Reaver, if you're keyed in to do it, and concentrate, you can focus your energies to the Thorn Wall and let it know who can come in and who cannot. Just picture the people as you do so." Drawing away, she sighed and smiled at Hitomi. "I had to do it this way as I have to get back to the Keep and the celebration. Adrian was called away and," she laughed, "One of the bridal party has to be there!"
FERAE: Fera saw Nara vanish around a corner as he exited, having not noticed her leaving until he had. Furrowing his brow slightly he wondered vaguely if this too was a custom for he hadn't seen Adrian either. Turning he saw Leathynos leave as well, wondering vaguely now if perhaps it was the end of the celebration, though the minstrels seemed to continue just the same. Making his way around a corner from the corridor he entered his chambers with Shadi, the door shutting with a light click as he spoke in his usual tone, his fingers unfastening from Shadi's shoulder giving the lad a moment of peace. “Shadi'shol, I had advised against the consumption of anything beyond water or teas here.” Shadi lowered his head nodding as he spoke in his defense, “ Yea well I was curious Fera..” Fera shook his head only slightly and spoke, “ curiosity is to be sated alone, not in the presence of those we parlay this treaty with. You are excused for the remainder of the day, report to patrol at sundown regardless of your condition.” Moving from his own chambers Fera left Shadi standing there, his arms coming behind his back to cup his wrist as he once more returned to the celebration. Looking down the corridor he had came he looked for others leaving, seeing none he proceeded his way into the great hall. Slipping into the great hall he sidestepped and leaned only slightly against the wall, his eyes looking to each of the denizens and guests now, observing the feast and their interaction.
HITOMI: Hitomi's smile is a bit vague and rueful as she agrees with Nara's assessment of the troubles that have been plaguing the Rebels. However, as Nara steps away to return to the reception, Hitomi places a restraining hand on her arm, calling to her companions through the bond she holds over them as she attempts to explain. "They are not precisely people...not any longer. Perhaps they will be again, some day, with the right aid." She pauses as the entourage approaches, swiftly at first and then at a slow walk as if to show that they are not charging in to attack. And indeed, that would be cause for concern if they were not enthralled by Hitomi, for they are Twisted, nearly a dozen in total, of various kinds. Feline, canine, avian, even one tarry black bat-thing, accompanied by several humans who wear the remnants of Noble uniforms, and all of whom appear to be entirely at Hitomi's beck and call. "These, I have saved, Lady Nara. The soldiers, I healed and showed the truth, and they come willingly. The others...my powers cannot break through the magics woven about them. It would harm me, perhaps quite more than my ability to recover from. I....feared the risk." This admission causes her to drop her eyes, for she has never been known to shy from even the most critical of wounds, but she can't deny the fear that the magic would simply overwhelm her completely, turning her into...something else...and leaving her helpless to return to herself.
LEA: After nursing Lisseona, she continued to speak softly in elf to the child. Washing her and letting her drift to sleep in her crib.”Amin mekla lle, Vaer shaer tia tor.”* Lea smiled and decided to head for the gardens to relax and enjoy the evening. Not bothering to change, she took a shawl and headed into the healers gardens and proceeded to a bench by the little pond. There she laid on the bench looking at the sky above her" I love you, Rest well my child"
MINORI: Once everything had happened and the gate had opened gather what they could they went through the gate and were then Below the plateau of Stone Talon. with the blood he was loosing Minori went and sat down. Right now the fact he could bleed to death wasn't effecting him. It was he killed his uncle and now after everything was said and done...he was alone once again with no family. "Lizbet The sword please...." Lizbet handed him the sword. "I'm sure there is someone around here...take the guy with you...and please hurry. " Minori said wanting mostly to be alone for now as he tried to stop the bleeding his body was feeling weird to him at the moment.
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 11:01:44 GMT
« Reply #13 on: Jun 6th, 2008, 4:47pm »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- NARA: Nara turned, seeing movement and her eyes widened on seeing the Twisted amongst the rag tag group of humans. Closing her eyes, she sighed heavily. This was going to be...a problem. A very, very big problem. Not that she would refuse to take them in. If Hitomi said that they were safe, she believed her, but for the sake of her argument, she lowered her shields and set her empathy towards each of the Twisted, testing them with her gift. From each of them, she sensed a mass of emotions, ranging from fear, confusion, self-hatred for what they were forced to become, as well as bewilderment. Opening her eyes, she looked back at Hitomi. "It's not that I didn't trust you, Hitomi, but..." She paused, trying to explain. "We have new allies from elves to halflings here now. I just recently began treaty negotiations with the High Elves, inviting them to the wedding as a courtesy." She closed her eyes briefly, recalling the fight with the Twisted on Elven lands, the Twisted being called Tainted by the High Elves. Opening her eyes and staring out into the distance, she attempted to explain. "Initially, the High Elves considered the Twisted to be tainted and that any one wounded by them would become the same. They killed anyone that was clawed or bitten by the Twisted to prevent that from happening to their people who were thus wounded." She looked back at Hitomi. "Now I'm going to have to explain what was done and how come these people shouldn't be destroyed. It's going to take a lot of...diplomacy. I can't invite them into the Fortress right now, Hitomi. What I can do is have a place set up for them where they will be comfortable, fed and clothed, as well as sending any healers to assist them. I can't turn them away, but I can't bring them in yet." Her eyes, looking into the diminutive woman's, begged for understanding. "I can't risk losing this opportunity to bring the High Elves into our alliance and I won't risk having these poor folk destroyed for what was done to them."
FERAE: Fera watched in silence as the music changed, listening to the melodies the humans played. He sniffed the air, the still air of the room filling with the scent of different meats and the carnivorous sweat of those that consumed it. Swallowing down the taste in the back of his throat he continued to watch out of curiosity. Shadi however had been dismissed, sighing cause he'd been reprimanded by his mentor and a man he respected. Thrusting his hands into his pockets he stumbled slightly as he left the quarters of Fera, his steps and balance inhibited by the drinking. He had no idea just how bad alcohol effected one, and now he did. This was what Fera was trying to keep them from, he felt poisoned almost, his head spun and his tongue felt like a dry piece of felt in his mouth. Stepping out into the air of a archway into the night he found himself within the gardens of the keep, his steps stumbling almost as he muttered to himself, “I thought it'd be like wine, I 'as wrong”
HITOMI: Hitomi smiles and pats Nara's hand in complete understanding, smiling in her gentle way as she nods. "They will accept that. We have been living abroad for some time now, so they will not shy away from sleeping in the forest for a time. Perhaps on the other side of the road, where their presence will not disturb anyone. It would be for their good, and that is satisfactory for now." She glances at the castle, then back at her retinue, and nods at Nara to wait a moment while she goes to speak with them. Her steps bring her to them quickly, and her voice is low and soft as she explains things to them. Far from appearing upset, they seem very accepting of the situation, and as one they turn around and move back toward the spot they had come from, far enough back from the road that they will neither be seen by nor be considered to be bothering passing caravans. That done, she returns to Nara and nods again, standing slightly apart from her as she waits to accompany Nara into the keep.
LEA: Lea was so relaxed in the garden, that her eyes were closed and she was almost dozing. She heard some one enter the garden on the far side and some muttering, but was too relaxed to worry. There was no reason to be concerned since this was open to only those who inhabited the keep. She yawned remaining still in the shade of a big oak tree
NARA: Watching as Hitomi moves to speak to the group, she nods in satisfaction, though a crease of worry sits between her brows. As Hitomi joins her and they walk into the fortress, Nara considers what she has to do. First thing, arrange for the refugees comfort. With that in mind, seeing one of the guards, she walks over to him and explains what needs to be done, knowing that tents, cots, blankets, extra clothing, as well as food and drink will be taken out to them. She then continues through the outer court, through the tunnel of the wall the divides the outer and inner court and smiles as she sees that the festivities continue. Still, worry gnaws at her as she walks towards Watching as Hitomi moves to speak to the group, she nods in satisfaction, though a crease of worry sits between her brows. As Hitomi joins her and they walk into the fortress, Nara considers what she has to do. First thing, arrange for the refugees comfort. With that in mind, seeing one of the guards, she walks over to him and explains what needs to be done, knowing that tents, cots, blankets, extra clothing, as well as food and drink will be taken out to them. She then continues through the outer court, through the tunnel of the wall the divides the outer and inner court and smiles as she sees that the festivities continue. Still, worry gnaws at her as she walks towards but did not locate Shadi. "If you'll excuse me, I'll be back as soon as I can and we can catch up on our news." Moving away from Hitomi, she was soon at Pali's side. "I need to speak with you, Fera and Shadi, but I don't see Shadi." Sighing, she smiled, though worry shone in her eyes. "If you could come with me, please?" With those words, she moved to where Fera was and with a nod and a smile, spoke. "Lord Aleang'hymn, something has come up that I have to discuss with you, important enough that I have to do so in the midst of the celebration." She swiftly thought of the rooms in the castle and deemed that "Beauty's" room, held ready for the nightmare when he returned from his wanderings, would do, she added, "If you'll follow me, please?"
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 11:02:28 GMT
« Reply #14 on: Jun 6th, 2008, 4:49pm »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- FERAE: Pali looked to Nara, her brows furrowing though she nodded, “All right...” Looking around the great hall she sighed, her fists clenched as she closed her eyes and thought towards Shadi, *Where are you? * The anger wasn't barred from his mind.
Shadi stumbled, muttering here and there and generally looking about as he noted the nice little curves of the healer basking in the shade. Though as he was about to speak, his mind was assaulted by his sister. Turning he ran, almost falling as he thought back, “Te'la, he didn't.”
Pali chuckled as she followed Nara now, her mind filled with concern as she sent it to Shadi, * No, just get in here. The blade lady is asking to address us in private and it doesn't bode well with her emotions.* Shadi was stumbling down the hall now.
Fera looked to Nara and listened. Turning his gaze from her, he looked to the festivities and back to her, nodding only slightly he spoke. “If it takes you from your day, it must be of importance.” Following her as Pali came up behind him he remained posed as he had been against the wall, fingers cupping his wrist. His boots rang over the stone hallway, though, as Shadi approached panting and beginning to speak. Pali shot him an ill look of worry and anger which shut his drunkenness down and his words choked in his throat.
HITOMI: Hitomi allows Nara to walk away without any objections, knowing it is not her place to participate in this discussion and, concerned with her charges, she touches their minds once more to verify that they are all right. Contentment flows back through the bonds, and she relaxes a bit, turning to polite conversation in order to distract her from her worries. It does not completely dispel them, but as long as she does not ponder overlong about it, she is able to prevent herself from letting it get to her. She does not allow herself to be ignorant, however, and so she keeps a very faint touch on Nara's mind to get an idea of how things are turning out, though her body does not show this. She slowly makes the rounds of the reception, getting to know new people and touching bases with people she had known before, picking up what information she can while she waits for a verdict.
NARA: Leading them into the room, they would notice that the room was bare of any type of furnishings except for a large stone trough filled with water. As soon as they were all within and the door closed, she takes a deep breath, knowing that this was not going to be easy and vaguely wondering if Adrian was going to be a widower on his wedding night. "We have an old and dear friend arrive this afternoon. However, she didn't come alone." Nara began to pace the room, her voice calm and thoughtful, though she mentally snarled at the dress she was wearing, rather than her normal leather armor. "She ended up bringing some refugees with her, whom I've gotten settled." She looked over at the three elves, knowing that they were wondering why she would interrupt her wedding celebration to advise them about refugees that were the Rebels problem. "These refugees were in the hands of the Nobles, or," she smiled a bit, "As you call them, Children of Chorister. Hitomi is a mind healer, a very powerful one. She was the leader of our healers until she had to leave. Since then, Lea has taken her position." Nara contemplated that for a moment, wondering if there was going to be a confrontation about that as well. "When Hitomi saw what was being done, she rescued as many as she could, using her gifts to heal them. Using my empathic abilities, " Here, Nara cringed, "That Hitomi helped me...control and trained, I checked them to see if it was safe to allow them to remain." Taking a deep breath, she looked at them quietly. "I'd like to share with you what I felt as I explain why it's important that you know about these refugees."
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