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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 11:03:56 GMT
« Reply #15 on: Jun 24th, 2008, 2:59pm »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Avarill May 26, 2008 Avarill
ADRIAN: It had been mere moments after they’d stepped out of the eye of the congregation, giddy despite themselves, that Adrian had been called away. The first tap on the door had been ignored. The second came more stubbornly so. The third had been when, finally, Adrian had relented. Now, he stood in the outer court yard, one arm held absently by the Mage by his side he waited. Her eyes are blank, and Adrian allows his mind to drift, naturally moving back to the wedding itself, marveling at it. The band on his finger turning as he fretted at it with his thumb. The tightening grip makes him come back to her. “He has them. It’s not good.” Her eyes turn to him, wide and imploring. Generally gating to the plateau itself is not allowed, just in case there was some trickery involved, in case something went wrong. This time, apparently, something was wrong. Very wrong to make her face whiten like that. “Fine. B’t not into the Keep.” Turning he started to stride towards the gate only to have his name called behind him. The mage, hindered by her ceremonial robes was some way back. Despite the joyous mood which had followed him out into the darkness, Adrian snarled in annoyance. “How bad is he?” His words were suddenly perfectly formed, if clipped. “Bad.” Moments later the woman was in his arms, robes and all, and Adrian moving at a swift pace towards the gate and beyond it, the thorn wall. Only a handful of heartbeats later she was safely deposited on the ground once more, and Adrian folded his arms. “Do it.” Without a word the mage dropped into a state of still silence he’d long come to associate with people concentrating on that which was decidedly ‘other’. And so Adrian Rustam waited, his whites shining like a beacon in the falling darkness, far too far from his own wedding celebration to improve his mood overly, awaiting… well… he wasn’t entirely sure which form Minori would arrive in, or in what state.
BARDEN: He rode his steed, or rather the one assigned him by the rebellion. Trained horses were in grave need but so were experienced cavalrymen, and Barden was one of the best. He could clear a space by timing the kicking horse and the striking blade in a circle, a foothold in the door for the infantry to muscle through. That strange woman, who spoke with a familiar distance, did her share. He would almost thank her some how, but there was indeed an unreachable distance about her that she always sees things from the inside out. He thought of Lea and how she had her own scars that needed healing. But that is what it took to truly love anyone. To make that full circle in order for both to become whole. The wind picked up slightly and he noticed some flashing and some type of disturbance on the base of the plateau. A white half sphere appeared and it made a static sound. He kept a distance and his first instinct was to go and alert the others. But of what?
PHOENIX: After Barden’s distinctly puzzling behavior it had taken some time for Phoenix to be fully pulled under by the near-intoxicating effects of the castle’s joy. And true, unfounded joy it was, as though the Wedding itself had tapped some primal need. She steered clear, as best she could, from those getting rowdily drunk faster than others, only to be caught, physically, by a Lasheea pre-teen. The first blow was unintentional, but when Phoenix’s had reached out, grabbing the wrist of the child she was pulled along with. “We’re hiding!” She is informed, the girl half squealing with the fun of the chase, which infects Phoenix almost instantly. Soon both Phoenix and the child are navigating the back corridors, never too far from the celebration, but with the sound of persuit on their heels. It is only when they are caught that Phoenix allows herself to think again, and in doing so almost shrieks with glee. Something rests calmly against her psyche, a welcome and much missed weight that the young woman had failed to realized she even missed. A half whispered apology to the children and she is running again, this time, however, the excitement is all her own. She emerges from the labyrinth of passages at a sprint, her mind focused, her destination altering only with the movement of her target. Protocol, physical contact and wedding utterly forgotten Phoenix only increased her speed as she catches sight of the back of Hitomi’s head, surprising herself with the ecstatic squeal of the healer’s name.
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 11:04:44 GMT
« Reply #16 on: Jun 24th, 2008, 3:00pm »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- HITOMI: Hitomi wanders the vibrantly-active Great Hall with a kind of blank idleness, politely and pleasantly responding to greetings from people but somewhere else entirely in her concern for her charges. She had sensed Nara's concern over their presence anywhere on the plateau at all, and she knows the woman well enough to realize there is a good reason for this, which gives her some worry. And so it is that she is about to seed a chair upon which to sit when she senses the wild spike of emotions that precedes a squealed greeting, turning quickly to face the rapidly-approaching young woman, and she is surprised to see how much Phoenix has grown in the time they have not seen each other. Arms open in greeting, Hitomi moves forward to intercept the young psychic with a warm embrace, and as she does this she can feel the weight of experiences upon Phoenix's mind. Yet another thing they share, she considers in the well-shielded silence of her mind as she turns her eyes and smile up to face yet another person she has missed.
MINORI: Minori held the stabbing wound with a cloth and his hand to stop the bleeding. Though this wound as painful it wasn't as severe as the one affecting his heart. The only male role model in his life had been killed by him. Lizbet was there having Hiro stay by Minori as she started to search around for help when the gate opened. She thanked her lucky stars going back a little bit. "Minori can you stand? They have opened another gate Can you stand?" Minori nodded and uses his sword as a cane to move forward. Lizbet helps him out holding him up While Hiro, no idea on what to do just followed. They knew the gate wouldn't stay open long as they entered through. Looking up Minori sees Adrian then looks at the stab wound on his side. "Looks like I can see you when I'm healthy can I?"
LEA: Leathynos finished was still in the garden at the moment, enjoying the quietness of the afternoon while under the shade of the oak tree. Her eyes opened as she felt a surge of excitement from Phe. It puzzled her, excitement an unusual emotion for the troubled woman. Standing, she straightened her formal blue gown, the thin threads of silver sparkling in the sun. Lifting the hem if her skirt off the ground she headed towards the feeling, and with in a few minutes she was in the area where Phe and Hitomi was but in the door way. Not remembering Hitomi, Lea didn’t want to intrude so she headed back to her rooms to change and go to the Infirmary. Her intent was to allow those working to leave and enjoy the latter part of the wedding reception
SALINDRA: Salindra awoke, her head feeling as if it were wrapped in cotton, her mouth dry and her eyes feeling sticky. Blinking, she wiped them and tried to sit up, and felt someone assisting her. Putting her hand down, she pressed against the bed, feeling a rough blanket under her hand, and heard straw creaking from the mattress she lay upon. Frantic eyes turned to look about the room and she found herself within a mud and daub hovel. Licking dry lips, Lindra attempted to speak. "Where am I? Where's Ramiel?" she cried, tossing the rough blanket that covered her, staring down at what was once an elaborate bed gown, now streaked with dirt and torn in places. "There was no one with you, milady," a voice spoke from behind her and she turned too quickly, causing the room to spin. Steadying herself, she stared at the woman who spoke to her. "A bag was left for you, your writ of travel atop it." Lindra looked over and saw the bag she spoke of and rose out of the bed, her heart beating frantically, swaying a little and the woman assisted her. "Where--where am I?" Lindra asked, her eyes wide, worry and fear coursing through her. "On the boarder of Noble lands, milady," the woman answered cautiously. "You were brought here in a wagon, rather--rudely," she added. Nodding, not really hearing her, Salindra went to her bag and bending, picked up the letter and began to read.
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 11:05:28 GMT
« Reply #17 on: Jun 24th, 2008, 3:00pm »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The note is of fine parchment, the writing elegant and refined, and the seal of black wax affixed with an unfamiliar device of arcane appearance. The words contained within are neat, but somehow venomous in their tone, laced with undertones of smug superiority.
"Lady Salindra Vashal, The fact that you are now reading this is evidence that your journey has ended. Your display of insolence, I could not leave unpunished, and so you find yourself here, near a town at the border between Rebel and Noble lands. You will also find yourself alone, contingent on my decision to keep your son in safer hands than yours. If you attempt to enter my lands again, you will swiftly be placed in a dungeon so deep beneath the earth that sunlight will have to be carted in especially for you. You have been charged with the death of Lord Miras, known conspirator with both the Nobles and the Rebels, and your motive has been determined to be an attempt at preserving the secret of your son's existence from myself. However, I have rescued the lad from your dangerous hands, and will be keeping him in protective custody and raising him until his age of majority. Keep in mind, his health and safety are of my utmost concern, and should you be found within a mile of him your life will be considered forfeit. I would not wish to see your son harmed in any way, as I would hope you feel equally. Consider yourself warned, and pray, travel safely to your destination. I am certain that your warrant for arrest will be spread to the very borders themselves in short order, and soon it will not be safe for you to be within the lands of the Nobles. Fare ye well, and do hope our paths never cross again.
Sincerely wishing you good health and long life, High Lord Adamire Chorster"
Salindra lifted a delicate, though dirt stained hand to her throat and whimpered, tears starting to course down her cheeks. "And you see a writ of transportation?" she asked the woman, turning to look at her. The woman nodded. Taking a deep breath, Lindra closed her eyes, the letter shaking in her hands, she tried to calm herself. "Do you know Stone Talon?" she asked when her voice was steady. "Aye, milady," the woman answered, her eyes going wary. "Is there a mage here? I need to speak with General Rustam. Immediately." Salindra turned, straightening her spine and looking at the woman, her posture once again regal, though tears flowed quietly down her cheeks. "Can you arrange a gate for me there. It is very urgent." The woman's expression became more wary and Salindra gave her a wan smile. "I am no spy for the Nobles, but was held captive by Lord Chorster. I have information that General Rustam will find enlightening." The woman nodded and left the room while Salindra kept pacing, ignoring her disheveled state. It seemed like hours before the woman returned, during which time, Lindra's mind sped to Lord Chorster's castle, her thoughts on her beloved son, now completely and utterly in the man's hands, pliable to his whims. When the woman returned, she smiled slightly. "Milady, if you will follow me?" Picking up her bag, letter still in her hand, she was led to a small garrison, a mage, from his robes, standing before the door. As she approached, the mage's eyes glanced down at the letter she held in her hand. "May I, milady?" he asked and she nodded, handing it to him. He scanned it, grimaced and then handed it back to her. "I believe your story. There is magic upon that missive that I cannot break. The words--blur. I will gate you to the base of the plateau." Salindra nodded, taking the letter back from him and stood aside while the mage concentrated, murmuring softly under his breath. A dark circle appeared before him and slowly began to grow, then brightened suddenly, showing a camp at the base of the plateau. "Thank you," Salindra said as, bag in hand, she stepped through and found herself with the camp of soldiers that guarded the road leading up to Stone Talon. Meanwhile, the mage shut down the gate and panting, sent a swift mage message to the mages at the camp, explaining the reason she was there.
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 11:06:25 GMT
« Reply #18 on: Jun 24th, 2008, 3:00pm »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ADRIAN: Adrian stepped backwards, instinctively, as the gate flared open before him and the forms of Minori, Lizbet and… his eyes narrow. Another… appear. His primary focus, however, is on the man before him. “Apparently not.” Stepping past Lizbet with a nod, taking in her own stance he hooked one arm under Minori’s shoulder only to realize that it was a pointless gesture. With a swift sigh his other arm moves swiftly, lifting the slighter man. “Swallow your pride, and hold your wound. We’ll attempt to move you without alerting the entire Keep, aye?” It is only when he has a secure hold of Minori that he remembers his attire, and he checks a sigh. White. For a wedding? Absolutely, but they should have known better for a Rebel wedding, it didn’t seem that they could get a moment without some blood being spilled. He had started the swift movement back towards the gate when the mage called out again. “There’s a gate been opened.” She turned her whole body to face her General. “Its Lady Salindra, sir…” her voice sounded shocked enough to match Adrian’s internal state. Spotting two shapes moving in the courtyard, Adrian raised his voice. “YOU!” The figures froze. “Come here!” He snapped, and was obeyed, though whether through guilt (for the persons concerned were male and female, and she straightening her dress) or intimidation it was hard to tell. “Take this man.” He put down Minori, mindless of any complaints. “See him to the healers, and find the Lady Lea. Quickly” Now, and only now, he looked to the man before him. “Apologies, friend, it seems we cannot speak for any length of time, either.” Turning he broke into a run back to the mage. “Is she alone?” At the nod, he nodded. “Gate her here directly. She has been too long away to risk recapture. Do it. Now.” Gone is Adrian the man, General Rustam firmly in place. He needs Nara, he knows, and turns to face the wall. “Fetch General Lasheea…” he frowns, and smiles despite himself. “Lasheea-Rustam. Tell her it is truly urgent.”
BARDEN: Barden saw a figure step through the sheet of light. At first it was a silhouette. But as the the light dissolved he saw a woman's figure. Was she a mage? No, she didn't wear their distinctive robes. She was barely clad in a sleeping gown. She seemed to look about her surroundings. He detected no threat, but rather a distress. He pointed his steed toward her and began closing the distance between them. He held up a hand. "Have no fear.." he said as he dismounted. "Where are you gating from ?"
PHOENIX: Phoenix remembers herself enough to slow her sprint, though her momentum is not lost. Her unbridled joy causes her not only to hug the Healer, but to hug her in such a manner she is literally able to lift Hitomi from her feet, spinning them both for a turn before setting her down again. “Went away, so long. Didn’t realize, we were running in the darkness... He was odd, so I sent his ring away. Its not the time for darkness, So I didn’t hear… Otherwise, I would have come, out, to see you. Isn’t right that I didn’t…” She shakes her head, taking a breath for the first time since she began speaking, excited enough that even in that instant she fidgets as she stands. “So much, the Sparks grew… did you know? Bright sparks in the darkness, it ended, they grew so bright. And now they run, and he came back. Grew a new self, should have known but didn’t, all foolish.” She laughs, and though her narrative fluctuates wildly, her grin doesn’t falter, missing one massive section of the time Hitomi has been away. Tonight, the family had promised to keep back the darkness, and they exercise their will as one on this. No Adamire, not tonight. No Torture, no nightmares, no screaming fits or bad men… not while they could prevent it. Unable to express her glee any other way, Phoenix reaches out and takes Hitomi’s hands, holding them together and clasped within her own. “Missed you.” She says finally, simply, for the many things she must discuss with the gentle woman before her get the better of her. “Would be fuller if everyone came home, no space for the darkness, I think…” The family’s control falters, and for just a second, so does Phoenix’s grin. “They broke me. Took me to a dark place, it chases…” The cheer comes back aggressively, almost as though Phoenix has forgotten what she was saying before, or the incident at all. “Did you know? The bonding, all the light, is it why you came?”
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 11:07:15 GMT
« Reply #19 on: Jun 24th, 2008, 3:01pm »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- HITOMI: To her surprise, she finds herself lifted into the air for a moment, but knowing Phoenix well she endures it with grace. Smiling, she listens to the young woman's rather fragmentary summation of recent events, placing the lightest of touches on Phoenix's mind in order to make more sense of what she has to say, and the flow of images, impressions and feelings lends sense to the otherwise reference-free statements. Reaver...lost and restored, somehow, though the means defy Hitomi's understanding at present. An armor-clad man, whom she does not know, and a ring thrown into the thorn wall...the twins, their birth and the threat of Moro's betrayal....and strongest of all, Adamire's capture of Phoenix and subsequent tormenting. It all rushes by her, barely making a solid impression though her mind dutifully records it, and her hands rest lightly on the young woman's arms as she smiles up at the excited face and speaks, softly. "I am here, little firebird, for many reasons. The wedding is but one. I have missed you as well." Another hug is given, and a strengthening of her aura of calm is made to help Phoenix steady herself a bit.
LEA: Lea dressed in her working robes, braided her hair back and returned to the reality of her life at the moment. She headed for the Infirmary, a book under her arm for the Infirmary’s small Library off the main room. The book she was holding had been in the main Library and should have been stored here. Once inside the doors, she took a quick report on the remaining 15 patients and enraged Thane to go to the wedding feast before it was over. Lea sat and reviewed the papers on each of the remaining wounded.
MINORI: Minori bit his lower lip was he was lifted and sees the outfit and says. "Am I interrupting something important?" He says quietly knowing there must be a reason for not alerting the keep. Then when all was said and done hears someone tell Adrian that another gate had opened and it was a Lady Salindra. Not knowing who or caring is transfered to two other people to have a trip to the Infirmary. They did as told. Minori being the way he is smiled and said. "Sorry for being such a pain. " But they didn't reply Once there they laid him down for the healers. Lizbet was worried as hell though glad they were back and sure that they were back looking at Adrian she stood up straight. "General Adrian I have a man here,” referring to Hiro, “That Minori and I retrieved for General Nara.” She says as all this happened but heard something about Lady Salindra a name she hadn't heard in a while. She was shocked to hear it herself. She held onto Hiro though but finished. "Did we miss something, Sir?" Seeing Adrian's outfit.
SALINDRA: Lindra looked about her, swaying slightly on her feet from the gate energies, as well as the remainder of whatever Lord Chorster had used to put her to sleep. She didn't recall a camp below the plateau and for a moment stood completely confused, raising a delicate hand to her forehead, trying to sort things out. Hearing a horse approach, she turned, aquamarine eyes wide and bright with the shimmer of tears. Her silver blonde hair streamed unbound and tangled down her back, wisps of hay tucked in here and there from the wagon that had brought her to the outlying village. She stood there, clad in a white, well made bed gown that was streaked with dirt, lower lip trembling as the rider dismounted before her. "I need to see General Rustam," she told him, her voice husky from unshed tears. "It's very urgent. Can you get me to him." Reaching out to him, she placed a hand on his sleeve, "Please! You must get me to him!"
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 11:08:35 GMT
« Reply #20 on: Jun 24th, 2008, 3:01pm »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- PHOENIX: “General…” She agrees, only to slip into that state, before her knees buckle beneath her. Adrian starts, and moves forward, crouching. “I cannot, sir. I was not prepared… for three, sir. And now, another? But she is not hurt. She is…” Now she does gaze away, through Adrian as though he isn’t there. “The Captain is there.” She adds, before patting Adrian on the shoulder before using it to lever herself up. “I think I might report to General Reaver, sir. And…” she holds up a hand then. “Do so under my own power. You are… somewhat sullied, General.” Adrian looks down to himself and sighs, realizing that his whites, his wedding garb is quite thoroughly ruined. “Nara will kill me” he mumbles absently only to be patted on the shoulder sympathetically. He stands, only to have the mage reach up to rearrange the white cloak which had so annoyed him when he dressed to cover the most dirtied side of his outfit. “You look presentable, sir, if no one looks too closely. Beyond that…” She grins, almost evilly, and for an instant Adrian wonders if leaving nice people underneath Reaver’s influence doesn’t give them crueler senses of humours. He shortens his stride to match that of the gently-swaying mage at his side, heading back to the Great Hall, stopping at Minori and Lizbet, and their ‘friend’, realizing they had spoken before he had hared off. “My apologies. Today has been, somewhat… hectic.” Looking to Lizbet he half smiled, almost regretfully. “B’ th’ weddin’ t’day.” He tells her gently. “B’ a bonded man, now.”
WOLF: There was a pause as Wolfknightrider stood there hearing the man's words of offering to lead him and his men towards camp or for whatever. He didn't care so long as he could get in touch with someone in charge and receive some sort of information on the status of these lands. Having the troops go back to gather some supplies for a three days trip and accepts the mans offer who called himself Fereio. It was clear that the men were edgy about the human due too the trust of there easily tainted minds. But Wolf didn't have too much fear within the small human and he began the follow with the human the others quickly following along with being sure to watch the stranger close. Wolfs eyes would watch the surroundings as he would begin taking landmarks and running a paint brush. He nodded. “Yes... however you must be patient as General Rustam is indisposed of at the moment. Here," he took off his cape and handed it to her. She will at least have her dignity. He walked his horse and said nothing as he led her toward the gates. They opened and made a metallic squeal. They were made from pure steel, able to withstand any battering ram. "Are you hurt?" he asked. She shook her head and proceeded to walk to the festivities. There was music and dancing and drinking and food. There were guards standing by the door where the bride and groom were sitting. She caught a lot of stares as she moved through the crowd. In no time the couple caught sight of them. He put a fist to his chest, a salute in Vanaheim. "General.. this woman was gated down by the plateau. She is in need of assistance.”
PHOENIX: Phoenix smiles widely at the hug, and wider yet at Hitomi’s admission she had returned, in part, because she missed Phoenix herself. It is a sensation she is not yet used to, being wanted around and even enough to have some make an effort to return to her. “Belong here” she says gently, echoing what Reaver had told her on her own return to the keep. Hitomi’s deliberate strengthening of her calm finally starts to make a dent on the atmosphere which has Phoenix so thoroughly bound. A sweet wine it is, indeed, and much like the alcohol it makes her head spin, and loses her focus, but she is relieved to have her feet planted on solid ground again, and keeps one hand threaded with Hitomi’s to keep that balance. “Come home…” the thought seems to trigger something else, but whatever it is lost utterly as someone else invades their peace, demanding the healer’s attention. Phoenix steps back, tugging her hand to promise they would speak later.
LEA: There was the shout of people coming to the infirmary as a group carried a man into the area and put him on the table. There was a lot of blood on his right torso. With expert hands, Lea uses her dagger to cut away any cloth in the way. Seeing the wound as a stab wound, Lea applies a clean dressing to it and applies pressure. She then closes her eyes and begins to pray to her goddess, pulling the life force from the world around her and channeling it into herself. As she channels, her hand rests on Minori’s shoulder and she further concentrates the energy, sending it though her body, into her hand and fingertips before pouring out towards Minori.
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 11:22:01 GMT
« Reply #21 on: Jun 24th, 2008, 3:02pm »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- SALINDRA: As the knight, gave her his cloak to cover herself, she smiled at him. "My thanks, M'lord, for your courtesy and aid." He led her away from the camp and to the fortress, she looked about her in wonder. The place had grown so! There were more people here than when she and Ramius had left. Her heart clenched as thoughts of Ramius brought thoughts of Ramiel to her mind. Her baby. Before she could become more anxious and maudlin, the knight led her through Stone Talon and to the keep. Her eyes widened as she took in the celebration, wondering what was occurring, and fearful of bringing bad news when there seemed to be such joyful occasion. When the knight brought her over to General Rustam standing near the doors of the keep, she smiled tentatively, unsure of her welcome. "Good eve, General Rustam. It has been a long time," she said, keeping a hand on the knight's arm as if to gain support.
ADRIAN: Adrian knows that someone is coming before they arrive. Unlike his shieldmate, their near-daughter, or his head mage, however, it is not through some metaphysical sense, but rather the widening of the eyes of the men he is talking to. Since scantily clad women were generally kept for a man’s last night of ‘freedom’ rather than his wedding, he could only expect the worst. Turning, however, he did feel the need to lift his jaw from the floor at such an unexpected face. He’d been informed of Hitomi’s return on his arrival back to the celebration but this posed even more of a surprise. “Lady Vashal.” He says, and bows low, revealing, though only for a second, the bloodstains on his white tunic. “Indeed it has been too long…” He steps forward, instinctively taking Salindra’s arm to support her, glancing at Barden who stood stoically at the other side. “My thanks, Captain.” He looks to Salindra once more, extending one arm forwards. “We should move to a more private room, Lady. You look weary.” Indeed, his eyes sweep her without any intent, but harshly. Half turning he reaches out and grabs a near-full plate of food from the nearest mercenaries hands. “Grooms privilege,” he adds, watching the man laugh, clap him heartily on the shoulder and stumble away. Looking to Barden he inclined his head to the war room, just off the great hall, feeling the familiar weight of the key on a long chain around his neck beneath his tunic. “Captain, the war room.”
BARDEN: He nodded and stood steady thus providing a good brace for Salindra. Though he did not know who she was, he knew that there was something particular about her. Though he shuddered, the thought that she'd been violated along the way and some mage happened to take pity and gate her to the fortress. He did read her face to see that she was heartbroken about something, as if her very life had been taken from her. Though not but a shimmer of hope she held, like a lone star shining in the blackest night. He knew better than to ask what it was. And whoever she would confide in knew better than to tell. He nodded a second time and let the estranged woman set the pace to the war room. He then stood at attention to be formally dismissed.
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 11:22:45 GMT
« Reply #22 on: Jun 24th, 2008, 3:02pm »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- MINORI: Minori laid there allowing the healer to do her thing. He had never really met Lea before, as his wounds had never been as sever as this. Laying there patiently he felt as the wound started to heal, but the loss of blood had made him tired and he passed out relaxed.
Suddenly he felt awake. Looking at his wound it wasn't there. In the surrounding there was a river dividing to places. One side was an Eden, a place full of life and beautiful. On the other was a place that was dark and the trees were dead and bones scattered around everywhere. Minori knew of this place in stories. The realm of life and death and the river that divides it. Suddenly Minori heard footstep and turned to see his uncle which scared the hell out of him. "No." Minori was shaking his head. "No, you're dead." He couldn't believe it. "Yes, boy, you killed me. But I called you to this place." Michio walked to the river. “In order for me to continue on, I must cross this river. Only thing is, I need to tell you...what was concealed in that cube to you. Minori stay away."
“What do you mean? I thought you didn't know."
Michio smiled, "Aye boy, that's true. But I do know that it is our family secret that only the head of the family gets to know. Some say it's treasure. Others a weapon of great power. All I know is that if gotten, it would benefit all. I know you, boy. Find what ever it is and use it to help with whatever your goal is but watch yourself. Kitara is planning on finding you. She used you as a test subject for something Adamire might be able to use. But she hasn't be able to do it since. If you run into her, run away. She mustn't get you. Think of it as my final request. Now go...back to where you belong..." Minori couldn't believe the words and was about to argue but suddenly there was a jerk as he woke up and grunted a little bit wondering what to do now.
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 11:23:31 GMT
« Reply #23 on: Jun 24th, 2008, 3:03pm »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Avarill May 28, 2008 Avarill
Ala: Having dressed in her leather armor again and feeling decidedly more comfortable, Nara stood in the Great Hall, looking about her. Things were back to normal, well as normal as could be expected with most suffering from over indulgence from the day before. The Great Hall cleared, decorations down and things proceeding as they usually did. She hadn't managed to speak with Lord Fera'emar since she'd been called out of Beauty's room, where she had been going to tell him about the Twisted that Hitomi had brought. As it was, there were a couple of other things she needed to discuss with him as well. Making her way to the High Table to get a meal, she sat down and asked one of the servants to bring her a bowl of porridge, bread and ale. Her appetite was hardy, considering she hadn't over indulged, though she was sure that Adrian would be nursing a sore head, considering the way everyone had been plying drink after drink on him. She really wasn't expecting to get much done today and other than those manning the walls and going out on patrols, they'd pretty much given most of those in the fortress a day to recover. Having finished her meal, she rose and headed for the doors, before stepping outside into the sun. Might be best to see how many the celebration decimated.
Ferae: Ferae's eyes opened in the early morning sun, the tendrils of sunlight which laced with dust graced his features as he laid upon the bed. Rousing about the time the unrelenting light wouldn't cease, he sat up, scrubbing at his hair lightly with his fingers. He could hear Pali in the sitting room, talking with Shadi about anyone's guess really. Nodding to himself as his faculties came to him, he stood. Walking over to the little stand he poured some water into the ceramic white basin before him. Brushing the basin's edge with his fingers he felt the chill of the cool morning set upon it, and nodded once more at the feel. Dipping in a washcloth he slowly proceeded to wring out the rag and wash much of his form, taking care to add oils from his saddle bag to the waters he carefully scrubbed away the scent and unseen grim of the previous day. Listening to the trickle of water and the conversation of Pali and Shadi in the other room, he thought to himself, 'this could almost be back in Sale'Loria' though knew it couldn't rightly be. The texture of the walls was harsh and unkempt, the floors bare and unwelcoming, despite the little rugs here and there to make it seem otherwise. Brushing back his hair with his fingers, he scrubbed at his neck, feeling the rough contours of muscle being worn by the harshness of the rag with which he washed. Closing his eyes he was taken away from all this, his mind traveling to the past and to less leisurely times; the smell of those Tainted beasts within the woods, the hunt of their kind as they just kept finding more. Opening his eyes he stared into the mirror, his brows furrowed and the sweat dripping from his brow. Moving his fingers he felt them stick slightly, only to find the washbasin's water now frozen upon it's surface, and Pali beating on the door.
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 11:24:20 GMT
« Reply #24 on: Jun 24th, 2008, 3:03pm »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hitomi: Hitomi awakens in the chambers she last seen years ago, sensing no disturbance from her charges and pleased with that. It appears that, at least for now, they are safe. This is enough for now so she rises, crosses the room to the basin and quietly incants a spell to warm the water just enough to wash with. Once her ablutions are complete, she dresses in the soft cotton robes she is most familiar and comfortable with, the garb of her Order, and begins the journey to the Great Hall. The road to Stone Talon has been a long one, with far too many worries, and now she is somewhat more at ease for having rested. Her resilience is considerable, but most of it is devoted to dealing with the wounds she draws into herself from others. Beyond that, she is still human, and thus vulnerable to sleepless nights, standing watch, and constant tension from possible attacks. Last night's arrival had marked the end of nearly a full year on the road, sleeping beneath trees, and the signs show in her otherwise exquisite features: circles beneath her eyes that only consistent, restful sleep will be rid of, a sense of wariness that surrounds her even at her most relaxed, and a very attentive gleam in her storm cloud-grey eyes.
Minori: Minori had managed to reach his quarters with Lizbet helping him. He awoke the next morning and had got up and decided to explore around. As he walked through the keep he noticed how strangely quiet it was. The day before had ran like a blur but one part...and that was him killing his uncle. His emotions were all over the charts because of this. He sighed deciding to get something to eat straight from the kitchen not wanting to get around anyone especially not Lizbet or one of the higher up...though knows he will eventually have to face Nara with Lizbet to give their report. Once he reaches the kitchens he asks them simply for a simple loaf of bread because he wasn't in the mood for porridge. After getting his bread Minori starts walking back to his room biting a chunk off the bread being a thick crusted bread and held his head down thinking a lot trying to think of how to get around telling anyone about his uncle.
Ala: Strolling out of the inner courtyard, through the 20' tunnel of the inner wall, she leaned against the wall on reaching the other side. Other than the sounds of the livestock within their pens, the sound of low conversations, the outer courtyard seemed to be devoid of the normal sounds that could be heard within the outer courtyard. There was no sound coming out of the blacksmith's, which usually resounded with metal being hammered into shape, the sounds of steel meeting steel in the training ring, of horses racing down the lists as their mounted soldiers practiced their style of fighting, nor were there the grunts that their soldiers made as they practiced. It was fairly quiet, though the sound of children's laughter reached her ears. Pushing away from the wall, she returned the way she had come from, once more climbing the stairs that led to the main door on the second floor of the keep. Opening one of the doors, she slipped in, closing it behind her before heading towards the war room to studying reports.
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 11:25:10 GMT
« Reply #25 on: Jun 24th, 2008, 3:04pm »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ferae: Opening the door he looked to Pali's eyes, she was clearly worried after feeling the surge of energy. “What happened?” She asked, her tone clearly disapproving of the display as he shook his head. “Nothing.” He shut the door without another word. She stood there a while before going back and complaining a bit to Shadi. Fera proceeded to dress in a semi decorative attire, his long sleeve shirt cupped at the ends of his sleeves with leather bands of intricate working. Donning a necklace as well of simple silver work, the leaves upon the links showing it held some meaning though none really in the fortress save, Pali and Shadi, would be aware of it's significance. Finishing with his sword, as always, he proceeded from his chamber into the anteroom. Pali moved to go with him and found herself at the end of a stern look and movement, “No, not today.” Pulling back his hair, he banded it in a loose tail. Pali's eyes went wide, “No, you can't do such things here Voli! You know that. It is dangerous to...” She was cut off though she followed anyways in her usual military regalia. Moving through the hall and down the flight of steps, he made his way with a purpose towards the exterior of the inner keeps walls. Pali was an ever present shadow, though silent even with her brooding facial expression.
Ferr: I told every one to fall in to groups from ranks and jobs. I looked around and noticed the place was vary vacant or should I say vary full of our own troops but no one really from the rebels. So I told every one to stay where they were while I find a General. Something must have happened. I started with the stables then the Meade hall. Looking in all the places I would normally see one. Then moving to the training area and archery range.
Hitomi: Hitomi reaches the Great Hall without incident, seating herself at a table and inquiring about the availability of food. Given a choice, she asks for some cheese and fruit, a few slices of bread, and water to drink. As she waits for the delivery, she scans the people within the room to get a general feel for what sentiments are. It seems all is well, overall, with some people disgruntled that the wedding and reception are over so quickly, but even soldiers know that leave cannot last forever. She does not pry, however, merely sensing the emotions radiating from every person who is not trained to shield themselves. Several things brush the edges of her awareness, but they are far from the Hall and so she feels it is not her place to intrude. She is yet a guest, without a proper place in the rank-and-file of the Rebellion any longer, considering her long absence, and so she focuses on what is immediately around her. The heads of the Rebels appear to have business elsewhere, and that too is not her place to intrude upon. The thought reminds her of the twins, but she refrains from visiting them, wherever they may be, because she has not been introduced to them and so, due to her upbringing it would not be proper to visit strangers uninvited. Her thoughts are disturbed by the arrival of her food, and she settles down to break her fast.
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 11:25:55 GMT
« Reply #26 on: Jun 24th, 2008, 3:04pm »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Minori: Minori decides to stop and eat his bread looking at the scenery outside. For some reason his thoughts went to the night he had met the ever mysterious Reaver. The head of the rebels that he had met but once. His thoughts went to what Reaver had said to him that time ago. Thinking about it his mind pictured that night remembering how Reaver spoke the following, the voice clearly in his head "You claim to be an assassin, yet you fight against the Nobles. Curious... You will understand if I am curious about your motives, but as long as you do not act against any Rebels, things should be fine. This castle is protected by a defensive network of magic. It is linked by, and to, many sources, and it will detect any intent to cause harm upon a member of the Rebellion within it. If this should occur, it will react swiftly and painfully, possibly lethally." Minori shivered remembering those words. Something about Reaver made him squirm inside though he has no idea why. Looking around what Reaver had told him that night didn't seem possible with the whole protection. How could one mage have such power to create a powerful barrier like that....that thoughts of the twisted reminded him such power is there but is used wrong sometimes.
Ala: Reaching the war room, she sat sat down on the chair behind a table that they used in the stead of a desk. Lifting the first sheet off the stack before her, she began reading it, brows furrowing. Rising, parchment in hand, she walked to the war table, looking at where the last report had said that the Noble armies were, as well as where they had placed their own troops. Reaching over, she moved a few of the counters on both sides to fit with the changes that were in the document. Meanwhile, as the army that Fereio found reached the plateau, they were halted by the soldiers that guarded the road that led upwards. It was only after a long discussion that Fereio managed to get the guard to allow them to take the road, but only after a messenger was sent up to Stone Talon to alert them about the coming army. As a precaution, word was also taken to Smithston Village, just east of the fortress. When they arrived, they were met by one of the Captains and led inside, then shown an area where the men might wait until one of the Generals could be advised of their arrival.
Ferae: Shadi sulked for a bit in the misery of alcohols wrath, his mind felt like a ball of cotton soaked in oils and set against a heat source. Moving from the table Shadi made his way slowly to the great hall, his fingers pressing against his temples as he groaned softly to himself. “I swear Fera had something to do with this,” he muttered as he walked into the great hall, his hands lowering as he looked about. Finding a not too unpleasant woman seated by her lonesome in a not too bright area he smiled and turned on his charms. Making his way to where Hitomi was seated he patted the table lightly where the bare spot was saying softly, “Mind if I join you, Madam?” His tone was simple and light hearted as always. Meanwhile Fera and Pali were making their way toward the outer courtyard, his steps were swift and decisive as he looked about at the work going on, searching for a mass of people that could be considered refugee's. Walking through the bustle and hustle of those around him, his hand found the arm of a little lad. Crouching down he spoke to the boy, his smile fake and never meeting his gaze as he searched the boys eyes, “I'll give you a silver piece if you can show me any newcomers besides us.” He said softly. The boy nodded and headed off, Fera and Pali hot on his trail as he made his way to the gates of the Fortress.
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 11:26:35 GMT
« Reply #27 on: Jun 24th, 2008, 3:04pm »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hitomi: Just as she is finishing her simple repast, an approaching presence makes itself known to her, and she looks up even as Shadi addresses her. Smiling gently, she gestures gracefully and nods in response, her quiet voice pleasant as she says "You may." Having never truly encountered any elves on her own, she is curious to know certain things. As Shadi prepares to seat himself, she lightly touches his mind, finding herself startled to note that at least superficially, there is little difference beyond a somewhat longer perspective on things, less tendency to hurry life along than humans. But still, they are thinking, feeling creatures, as much as any other intelligent humanoid, and she is gratified by this knowledge. Still, her upbringing influences her strongly enough that she does not speak to him, allowing him to express himself first, as social freedom for a small handful of years does not overcome a lifetime of indoctrination from a more strict society. Instead, she watches him attentively, not subserviently but clearly interested in anything he might have to say. She had clearly sensed the distress from his hangover already, and is fully prepared to deal with it, should it come up in the conversation, but as it is not an emergency she chooses to not take it upon herself to clear it up without permission.
Minori: After all the thoughts of Reaver and the protection he had spoken about his mind went to other things. Such as Lizbet the woman who had taken his fathers and uncles place in training him in a form that was completely foreign to him having once considered becoming a woman as a fate far worse than death but had learned to deal with it. he started thinking back to his lessons with Lizbet. The very first one the General Adrian. Someone he had met from time to time not someone he could call a friend because they weren't that close but certainly someone he trusted. He remembered what happened and still was sore from the beating Adrian laid on him. Smiling Minori suddenly sped up deciding he may have just gotten back but decided he wanted to train. This brought back memories as he got some water and poured it on himself the usual changes happening as his body change into his more curvy and smaller female body. With that door locked she looked at herself nothing on and looking at the form Minori didn't for once feel embarrassed or ashamed. She didn't like that it could happen so suddenly at times but she had gotten used to it as well as getting herself ready. The way Nara in a way scolded her for not going into the training areas dressed not only unladylike but so unprepared for training. Minori couldn't stop herself from thinking so much and something she also realized was that she had started referring to herself as a woman in this form. so many changes she couldn't understand and once in the armor to help prevent bruising and broken bones and started walking off the do some alone training to get her thoughts settled.
Ala: The child looks up at Fera, eyes widening, though it is unclear whether it's from the offer of a silver piece or that an elf is speaking to him. He smiles shyly at Fera, then nods in agreement to show him anyone new in the fortress, though there are a lot of "new" people here due to the wedding the previous day. Some of their 'guests' had already left. The lad thinks for a few moments, then recalls that one of the rebel soldiers had brought a very large group of men in not long ago. He was not sure where the men had been taken, but he'd seen the soldier. "I kin take ye ta summ'un who knows where there be new 'uns," he replied, not sure if that would be sufficient to earn the coin, worry now in his eyes. With those words, the lad lead him to where Fereio was approaching. "Sir, th' elf wanted ta speak ta summ'un new. Since ye brung sum in, figured ye could show 'em to him."
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 11:27:43 GMT
« Reply #28 on: Jun 24th, 2008, 3:05pm »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ferae: Shadi slid lithely onto the bench, if it wasn't for the headache and the slight waves of nausea coming from the hangover it would have looked almost catlike. Though he smiled just the same despite the feelings he looked to the woman, his eyes unhidden in their appraisal of her as he said softly, “Well I haven't had the pleasure of seeing you in this place before. Though then again we haven't really been here all that long ourselves.” Chuckling he ordered fruit and flat breads if they had it from the servant that came by, also some honey and water. Turning once more to his company at the table he grinned, “ Ever danced with an Sylvan in the pale moonlight?” Chuckling outright he gave a playful wink, “So tell me where ya been that I haven't seen you around? You work secret stuff here or what?” Meanwhile Fera and Pali were lead to the gates, the boy pointed out the first stranger he could see, Fereio. The boys introduction of sorts left Fera quiet for a time, though brushing off his hands on his breeches of deep emerald green leather he bowed slightly, his fist falling to the palm of his hand, his open hand folding it's fingers to cover the fist in showing of no harm, the fist and the leaf. His eyes never left Fereio's though Pali did search the others with her eyes as they stood there. Reaching into a pouch at his belt he took out a single silver coin, stamped with a leaf upon one side with writing, on the other was a picture in the likeness of Fera himself. Dropping the large silver coin into the lads hand he nodded his thanks to him before looking to Fereio once more, “I heard talk of refugees. Perhaps your men are those spoken of?”
Hitomi: Hitomi's eyes twinkle at Shadi's playfulness, but she does not rise to the bait quite as he might have intended, failing to blush at his regard of her. Instead, with the gentle smile still upon her lips, she speaks simply, softly, her soft soprano voice difficult to hear through the din of the Hall. "I have but recently arrived, last night in truth. I had once lived here with the Rebels, but was called away on...other duties." She shifts away from the potential for danger inherent in speaking of rescuing Twisted, particularly in light of how pensive Nara was about conversing about the matter with others. Instead, she takes a slightly different track, without being obvious about doing so. "I am a healer, raised to be so from a young age and taught a great many different means of accomplishing this end. I was born with a rather...rare gift, and it was cultivated and refined in order to aid the healing arts. Only a year or so past, I departed this place to bring healing to others, for the Rebellion has sufficient numbers of healers for their soldiers, but the land has few. Now I have returned, called back by circumstances I am seeking to understand better." Noting Shadi's tendency to expound at length his own thoughts, she asks him, "What of you and yours? What brings you here, so far from the sheltering forests and into the bosom of the mountain?"
Ferr: I found my self daydreaming about some one attacking and I pull out my weapon and using my spell with disintegrate channeled threw my weapon. Then striking the fiend several times as he slowly starts to melt and burn away until my last strike causes him to dust. Then I come back to reality and stand there in a corridor wandering what the hell I was walking around for. Then I realize that some one was talking I look him over and realize the man was a high elf. I bow my head and bring my arm along my diaphragm. I had just just enough recollection to remember fragments of what he said and made my best guess of what was asked. I shake my head out of the clouds. “Well yes, snickers, before or after the orgy? Sorry that was uncalled for, but yes but not for long cause well I need to sleep more then them.”
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Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 11:28:34 GMT
« Reply #29 on: Jun 24th, 2008, 3:05pm »
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Minori: Once at the training area Minori looked around and found herself practically alone there as the reception to Nara's and Adrian's wedding had been good. Deciding to just go on with the training she went over to select a practice weapon. Meanwhile on the other side where she had missed anyone two men watched Minori go to select her practice weapon. They had been smart not to get totally drunk to the point of no ill effects. The started talking with each other. "Hey isn't she tha woman that Lizbet was training a while back." The other one answers. "Ya she is.....and she is all alone and ripe for the courting." He said starting forward as the one man stopped the other. "No I saw her first let me get the first crack at this one....you always get them all." The one man shrugged. "Fine if ya wanna be a baby go ahead I'll wait here" He said as the one man ran to where Minori was and smiled getting close behind. " Well hello miss. I see your friend Lizbet is training with you. " He says wrapping his arms around Minori from behind taking Minori's hands into his and tries showing her how to grip a sword. " I'm an excellent swordsman and I can help you better then that woman. I'm Marcus by the way " Minori's eye started twitching and minutes later Marcus started walking back to the other man a major bump on his head and a black eye. The other man was laughing hysterically. " I coulda told ya that would happen..she has done it to every other man. " He spoke between his laughter.
Ala: Taking the offered coin with a grin, the lad races off, clutching it tightly in his hand. Having changed the sand table and studying it some more, Nara shook her head and smile ruefully. She wasn't quite ready to get back to work either. Going back to the table, she sets the parchment off to the side of the table and heads back out. Reaching the Great Hall, she noticed both Hitomi and Shadi at the table and moves over towards them, smiling. "Good morrow," she stated, grabbing a tankard and moving to fill it from the pitcher nearby. "How goes your day?" She looked at Shadi, her eyes twinkling in amusement, recalling how he'd imbibed the night before. "And how are you, your head and stomach this morning, Shadi?" Taking a sip from the tankard, she looks about the Great Hall, seeking out Fera and Pali. "Shadi, do you have any idea where Lord Aleang'hymn is this morning?"
Shadi: Taking up his mug of water he took a long gulp. Nodding once more looking to her, his eyes looking her over more appraisingly, she certainly wasn't dressed like a healer in his opinion, but then again few of these humans did. Then he heard her ask why they'd left the woods, this being no big secret he set down his mug, mixing in honey and squeezing a few apple slices into it. “ Well, that isn't really a secret Madam. We came here cause one of the allies here brought your General Nara to the woods. Voli Aleang'hymn talked to her and got to hear some of the things she spoke of. Then he talked to the council, damn near fought with them really. You know how it is, when you get a bad bad taste in your mouth and someone goes and tries to get you to taste it again.” Sipping the water he nodded slowly, the sugar and hydration helping the headache slowly. Taking a deep breath he went on, “Well, as I said, Voli Aleang'hymn fought hard for it, so when the request came the council was a bit more.. open to the possibility. Now He's looking into the keep and it's people, seeing if General Nara lied, seeing if we can trust your sort and these people. I have to tell you, he has a lot of good things for these people really, he's kept many back in wagons at the border of the forest awaiting word. We kept back the army also so not to seem aggressive, I only hope he finds your people suited for the alliance, cause if he doesn't, it's gonna be a really really bad winter. “ Shaking his head he sighed and looked to her with another grin, “You know, we have so many little things I took for granted, Voli Aleang'hymn taught many of us your language, he's studied your kind for centuries, saying ' know your enemy' ( rather deep voice for this impression), he knows what your people have and has brought many things that would help make your kind comfortable. I really do hope it goes well, the Voli has a lot at stake just being here, but don't think that will stop him from wiping the slate clean if things go bitter.” Looking up as General Nara arrived and spoke with him he smiled and nodded, “Honey, sweets and water do wonders, Sister of the blade.” Watching her but a moment he noted she didn't exactly go for the alcohol either, giving a slight chuckle at this he noted her attire wasn't the dress and thought better of making a jib about that. “The Voli departed the fortress in a bit of a hurry this morning, Pali is his shadow as always. Judging from his attire he seemed ready for exertion though I couldn't rightly say what that was.”
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