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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:36:50 GMT
A WORLD APART
MoonFire Tavern and Inn
OOPS
PendragonsMyst
« on: June 28, 2006, 04:41:55 pm »
The snow had long since melted, however; not even a drop of rain had fallen for days leaving the grounds dry and dusty. Cliff, Norm, and the others that worked within the tavern had left in a hurry that day to make sure they made it to Sybill’s party on time to set up and enjoy in the festivities. So quickly did they leave that one of the fireplaces on the main floor was still ablaze and the gate left open; appearing that someone had thought on putting it out before being called away. Minutes passed slowly as the fire grew larger and burned hotter; embers flying out onto the wooden floor. However, the ember that managed to leap from the hearth and land upon a rug near the fireplace would catch, the single flame dancing with the soft breeze of an open window. Spreading quickly, the flame grew from one to another and then another along the far wall of the tavern; devouring a couple of chairs before working its way up the curtains and to the ceiling. Heat and flame mixing with the blood, sweat, tears, dreams, and fears of Myst, who had worked so hard on building the tavern ages ago, now filled the flames with enough magic that no other magic could effect the flame without causing it to spread faster throughout the tavern. Hot flames licked the windows glass until it gave way and exploded allowing another rush of air to enter the tavern, further causing the flames to move faster over the old, dry, wood of the tavern. Reaching outward, the flames tickled the earthen ground singeing the grass and dried leaves below until finally catching and moving outward toward the ancient oaks that surrounded the tavern.
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Myst « Reply #1 on: July 01, 2006, 10:59:42 am »
Somewhere in distant lands one felt all that was built being destroyed and within the blink of an eye she would appear; traveling through time and space to see what had been created become nothing more then ash.
It would seem an eternity would go by and none would answer the call of the screaming timbers as they burned and began to cave in; causing further damage. Billowing clouds of smoke rose above the tree tops as tables, chairs, and even booths were consumed by the ever growing fire. Animals from the surrounding forest scattered outward from the depths of the forest in search of safety.
Silks of black and burgundy whipped wildly as the dense smoke engulfed her form while watching memories, good and bad, and her life being burned to the ground. Surely she could bring the rains and stop the tavern and inn from burning to the ground completely and rebuild. Though in her mind she had lost everything else, she should not be so fortunate to retain even the simplest of pleasures. Starting over was becoming less and less of an option.
By now the fire had reached the shelves in which the best wines and other alcohols would rest causing a multitude of explosions to rip through the second floor of the tavern. Splinters of burning wood, shards of glass, and a multitude of other items became deadly as they ripped through the air; some imbedding themselves in nearby tree trunks, others impaling and killing an innocent animal as it attempted to escape and make it to safety.
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Anton Dameon « Reply #2 on: July 02, 2006, 01:34:24 pm »
A shiver seemed to grow deep inside me as I stepped out of my room to go for a short walk. It had been awhile since the last time I came out and I wasn’t really sure why I did it today. The walk was slow and without direction and so were the thoughts that seemed to jump to mind, but those were things that had been brought up before. In fact they had been brought up when he left the elder council’s castle. Which is why they were still in my mind.
Just about the same time I was about to turn back and get back to things I had been putting off for a few days I couldn’t help but smell burning wood. The more I sniffed the air the more I was convinced something was wrong. A low growl came from my lips as I sent out alil bit of probing energy. The probe touched the fire at the tavern only slightly and that lil bit was enough to send back pain. Shaking my head I turn and look back to the castle , ‘should I go back and bring others or try and handle this myself.’ Grumbling I send a thought to Ki letting her know whats going on. Taking a deep breath I side step into the shadows to make my way to where the tavern is hoping as I go that there was something I can do to put out the fire before the place fell down.
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Rance Dark « Reply #3 on: July 02, 2006, 04:44:06 pm »
Rance had smelt and felt the fire long ago thus is the reason this silk clad man stood on a thick tree limb near the tavern. He was silent and seem to listen to the tavern burn. He could feel its pain as if it was his own but why wasnt he trying to put it out. He to asked himself the same question. He listen to the wood splinter the beams fall to the floor and as he listen he thought to himself about the owner of the tavern. Why shoud he stop the fire when the owner seems to not care? Where was she? Maybe the tavern was burning out of fate maybe the owner shouldnt of left for so long and not intended her duties apon the creation she made. Every once awhile he would argure with himself. You fool Rance do not let Mysts beloved tavern burn to ashes. HA For what? He asked himself. For Myst to thank me for not letting it burn would she even care that I tried probably not. Oh how he loved that women not a lustfull love. A love somone would have for a mother more likely. A women that didnt know she had such love from a man that didnt have a mother. Sure he didnt know her all that well but what he did know of her he admired. He felt let down when she disappeard. He tried to help her as a careing son would do but she only pushed him away confused his care for lustfull love. Which was not wrong of her she didnt know any better hell he wasnt her son but thats how he felt. He bowed before he grace and would humbly give his life for her smile but now he didnt know. He growled to himself anger wrathed his body as he continued to argue with himself his anger burned along with the tavern. Finally he let it out in a loud eath shattering yell ." WHERE ARE YOU MY BELOVED QUEEN? CANNOT YOU NOT FEEL HOW LOST I AM WITH OUT YOUR WORDS OF WISDOM YOUR QUIDEING THOUGHTS"
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Myst « Reply #4 on: July 02, 2006, 06:14:41 pm »
After what seemed an eternity, the fire still burned hungrily consuming anything and everything in its path; leaving nothing untouched by the flames. The winds slowed and the sky overhead, beyond the thick, black smoke, darkened; a rumble of thunder off in the distance.
Metallic pools held their gaze to the flames as they danced over every inch of the tavern, inside and out. She had heard the words of Rance as he yelled from his perch above the fire and felt a small tug at her heart. Though in her mind, perhaps the tavern being burned down was a good thing; freedom. Tied to so many memories both good and bad, perhaps it was best… a sense of closure? Maybe it was time to move on and start anew. Create new memories and leave the past behind.
Sighing, thoughts and images faded while reality crashed back in with the soft pelting to exposed flesh by droplets of rain; a hint that the storm would make it and give aid to the burning tavern.
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:37:08 GMT
Kalannar Oakheart « Reply #5 on: July 15, 2006, 03:19:57 am »
It had been what seemed an eternity since Kal had been here last. A handful of friends, that he would forever hold so dear, had been made. For several days now he had remained at the outskirts of the town, pondering this thought. It caused him pain to think that he might have shattered what friendships he had made, with his sudden disappearance. The wild had called to him, and he held no choice but to answer. Every morning as he rose, he rose with the intent to return to the town, in hopes of repair. But every morning, his heart was forced aside as his mind began to work. He worried that he would not be so welcome as he was before. If this was the case, then so be it, though he wished it not.
Resting comftorably in a crouch upon a narrow tree branch, it was now that the air of smoke caught his attention. The smell of burning wood. First to enter his mind was the woods around him. But then the light sents of many things foreign to the wild reached his nostrils. Wine...His eyes darted in the direction of the town. Yes, his suspicions were correct. Smoke rising from the distant town. Leaving everything behind, he leaped easily along the tree tops towards the town. He moved with feline grace, as fast as he possibly could. Why was he doing this? Why had it taken something like this to bring him to his feet? What had prevented him from returning to the town on his own?
Now reaching the edge of the town, he realized that his way of navigation through such a foreign place to him was excedingly poor. With a quick moments thought he decided to move by way of rooftops. Running and leaping along the rooftops, in the most direct route to the rising smoke as he could, his lungs were burning now. Finally nearing his destination, his eyes caught site of the burning tavern...The same tavern that made him sick by it's appearance and yet he had laughed and slept within it's walls. Should he leave it be...? Should he allow the leviathan among civilization to continue to burn? The scent of rain...perhaps his help was not needed.
With a mental sigh he pushed onward. Catching site of the man standing in a nearby tree, he would ignore him for now. It was when his eyes caught Myst that he moved in a new direction. Was it her? Yes, it was the very same...His mind warned him before it was too late...warned him of rejection, anger, and so many other things that he had thought about for so many nights. But his heart had found it's place now. "M'lady Myst!" He yelled as he dropped from the rooftops to the ground below. Why was she only standing there?
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Myst « Reply #6 on: July 15, 2006, 02:58:57 pm »
Only sporadically would droplets of rain hit the earthen ground around her, no real sign that the storm would actually develop and give aid to the tavern. Would it pass over and merely tease the lands and cause the fire to burn faster in knowing it has won?
Tilting her head, metallic pools continued to watch the flames dance and caress the longer planks of wood, though her attention caught by the calling of her name by a voice that was heard so long ago. Blinking, images of this man came to her minds eye. She had threatened him once; warning him to not get too close to her daughter. Only faint would be the smirk upon crimson lips at the recollection, as those days had long passed and no harm had come to Brielae. Though why was he here now? Had the fire brought with it not only the memories of her past and that of many that dwelled within the tavern, but that of what it considered its ‘lost children”?
Had the tavern been as lost and empty as she had? Abandoned? An old relic left to the dust and insects which surely had come to make a new home within the cracks and crevices. Spiders’ webs strewn about massive in size and beautiful; each one uniquely created in hopes of food being drawn too it, only now to burn as if it had never been.
Timbers of wood groaned and shrieked out, as if in pain, as they burned and fell to ash upon the earthen ground. The scent of blood, tears, and sweat filled the air; almost rancid in a way, yet only strong enough to recreate the memories within her minds eye.
“I am here.” She said softly, or so she had thought, to no one in particular as footfalls drew her closer to the ever-growing flames. Metallic pools fixed, breaths slow… relaxed as she knelt down to touch a piece of the burning wood while it screamed out in its own pain.
Memories good and bad rushed into her minds eye, the images full of color… real. The words spoken were not silenced, yet loud, echoing through her very being causing her to tremble and shake.
(A Walk Down Memory Lane: Days of Glory)
The tavern was full of life, occupants from one end to the other crowded in on both floors for a drink and company. Some ‘Ladies’ were just that, ‘Ladies’; while others masqueraded as such in attempt to entrap an interested party. Many more came in as far less and by no means did they attempt to hide it. Whores (Both men and women alike.), would enter and instantly mark their target; not caring if the target was alone or taken; often winning and sometimes losing. The darkened corners of the tavern drew many, most wanting the privacy and quiet, others watching and waiting for their targets to enter the tavern, some just attempted to add mystery and instill fear with their persona even though in all reality they couldn’t hurt a fly.
Tables were filled, sometimes extra chairs were brought in for the bigger parties that sat around reminiscing about a current battle that had been fought and won; battle scars bared proudly usually causing another to try and beat the previous wound with one of his own. The occasional fight ensued, and quickly brought back under control, when one member was brought to anger because another felt his wound was insignificant and laughed about it upon not only seeing it but hearing of how such wound was attained.
The fireplaces were ablaze, keeping those within warm, safe, and comfortable, the sounds of laughter erupting at the bar. On the opposite side of the bar stood the taverns owner and hostess, with a smirk etching itself on flawless, paled features; another mans advances were shot down and his friends were there to enjoy in the humiliation.
Her hair, auburn, pulled tightly back in a single braid; the ends touching the floor behind her. A jewel encrusted dagger, hidden beneath fine silks was sheathed upon her thigh ready for any foolishnesses that may find its way to her. Some thought she was cold and rude. Others found her friendly and full of life. Such a contrast in a single person, for she was all of these and more at any given time.
Content to keep the peace, friends were made on both sides of the divide. Many were kind, good, and true to their word. Others would have stabbed her in the back without a second thought. However, bonds were created and trust was formed keeping the tavern running with minimal instances of havoc. Something that at times would be to her benefit; when such times of havoc did occur, some of the shadiest characters, as well as the good characters always had her back in time of need.
Though not all days were like this….
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:37:15 GMT
(A Walk Down Memory Lane: The Fateful Encounter)
Jumping back through her memories to shortly after the tavern opened, she stood at the bar and patrons trickled in off and on throughout the day; leaving her, like many other new business owners, to believe that she would have to soon close up shop and pursue another dream, for this one had drained her of any money in savings and ended in failure.
One night, the rain outside was as cold and pounded at the windows and the lightning was eerily close, however never actually touched the surrounding area. The thunder was loud and deafening causing the bottles on the shelves behind the bar to tremble. Figuring that the storm was keeping all indoors for the night, she began to snuff out the candles on the tables. Her business was a failure and she knew it.
With only a few of the candles blown out, the warmth of the tavern was erased by that of the cold when the door was opened. Blinking, metallic pools looked up to see the man, barely soaked by the elements just outside her door.
He was extremely tall, his features scarred; leaving her to assume he had endured many battles in his time. His cloak billowed out with each step as if it assumed a life all of its own (She found out later in a way it did live on its own) and wished to be free of him for a short time. Gloves concealed his fingers, though not so much so that she would note that overall he was a very big man who could easily take care of his own. Hair, black as night reached beyond his shoulders and was pulled back tightly. However, it was his eyes that took her breath away. She had observed over time many people; though his eyes were pure black, no light… no emotion.
Seated at the bar, she served up his order quickly, surprised when he struck up some conversation with her regarding the weather and eventually the tavern. He was kind, joking, and sometimes flirtatious, though at the time she wasn’t worried, figuring it only to be idle chat until the storm subsided so he could be on his way again. However, she should have been worried, perhaps even scared, for it would be he that would steal her heart many times over throughout the course of time, it would be he that was the father of her children and forever bonded to her heart, mind, body, and soul. He was Vladamere.
From that night on she had seen him now and again, though their paths would lead them elsewhere and years would go by without a glimpse or sound of his voice. For some reason, unknown to even her, their paths would again cross and they would run into one another and pick up right where they had left off.
Dinners shared at her manor, or the tavern. Long walks that would leave her fatigued so much so that she would fall sleep with her head in his lap in front of the fire; relaxed, safe, at peace when he was near. She knew of him what he told her, and likewise for him. It was simple… it was perfect. Not once did he touch her without permission, and then only did he ask to hold her hand or to kiss her; a kiss that would end up on her cheek or forehead.
Later she would find out he was married, or had been at the time and didn’t wish to be unfaithful. Yet, like her he had found someone to confide in and trust. Their feelings were mutual; however, both knew that such could not be acted upon.
Years continued on, in the afore mentioned manner, and she was beginning to believe that perhaps she was destined to be only a friend to him. She had to close herself off, though with each time she saw him, she wanted him more. He was her drug, she was the addict; uncharacteristic for the likes of an Angel.
(A Walk Down Memory Lane: The Tavern’s Survival and Growth)
The tavern had survived and grew at an enormous rate. Bouncers, wait staff (both male and female), cooks, and tenders were hired; all were paid handsomely for the work they did, most the time without a break to keep up with the demands of the costumers. Some of the wait staff (Females) even put on a show, dancing atop the bar. Often times the already packed tavern would swell, and the timbers bending outward to give way to a handful or two of more people that would enter just to see the show.
Deliveries were made nightly of new stocks of alcohol as the previous stock had been emptied down to a single bottle or two and perhaps a mug-full left in the bottom of a keg. Merlot, Elven and Dwarven Ale’s, kegs of the best beer were only a few of the many types she stocked. Other stuff, the stuff being harder to get, she brought in from underground; often purchasing far more then she needed and storing the rest for when it was in need. Tea’s, coffee, water were common, easier to get hold of and mostly ordered during the day when one wished to rid themselves of a nasty hangover.
(Back To Reality)
Pulled quickly from her walk back in time she looked up just as one of the few remaining beams standing began to fall in her direction. The fire was beginning to take its toll, not only on the tavern, but her as well. Moving, barely in time, she got out of the way of the beam as it crashed to the ground; flames licking at it fiercely until there was nothing but ash left.
“What else do you wish to take from me?” she yelled to nobody in particular. “My dreams, my family, and now this, my tavern, which held it all and nothing all at the same time? Have you not yet taken enough? Or is it I that you always wanted? If such be the case, then take me for as I look around you have taken all that I am, was, or ever will be.” Falling silent, thunder roared across the sky causing the ground to shake. Rain droplets now fell more frequently and within her grew an anger and hatred that not even she knew she was capable of feeling before. Though, even she knew that after the anger and hatred would wash away in time all that would be left to remain would be a shell filled with despair and a want to an end.
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Kalannar « Reply #7 on: July 15, 2006, 04:37:39 pm »
No reply came to his call. Was this what he had feared so much? Rejection...Perhaps she had only not heard his call. Or perhaps she did not believe that he was here. The thoughts were angrily forced out of his head. He would not let them overwhelm him once more. As he grew near, Myst's footsteps carried her eerily towards the towering inferno. What was she doing?
'Kal...' Who had spoke his name? No one...yet he had heard it clearly in his mind. He brushed this off and continued on. 'Kal...don't...You're only going to go away again...' An image of a woman flashed in his mind. Kal almost stumbled as this vision struck his mind. She looked so familiar, yet he did not know who she was...The creak and groan of the burning wood pained his heart. A voice in the back of his head shouted at him to stop, but he willed himself onward. Mielikki...It was she who begged him to stop. Tears were almost brought to his eyes as he continued onward. 'Kal please!' That woman's voice again! Who was she? Why was she calling him now?
The voices were almost too much. He wanted to throw his head into the ground to bury them. His scars burned angrily, his mind was being torn in so many directions, he had to fight the tears back. All of his concentration was broken as he witnessed the breaking of the beam..."M'lady Myst! Please! It is I! I am not but a memory!" Whether his cry was heard or not, he thanked the Gods when she avoided the beam, the flames licking hungrily at her back.
« Last Edit: July 15, 2006, 04:48:08 pm by Kalannar Oakheart »
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:37:24 GMT
Myst « Reply #8 on: July 15, 2006, 05:53:29 pm »
Easily could the fire be put out and the destruction be undone, however, she saw and felt no need to see it stop. Brielae, her daughter, had yet to appear in attempt to put out the fire. Sybill, Ertai’s grand daughter, had not been seen in some time. Rance had shown up, and spoke his piece; heartfelt, touching even. The shadows stirred, yet nothing… no one appeared. Even Kalannar, the man she had once threatened and knew little of, had smelled the smoke and returned to investigate its source. It appeared almost sad to see that it was not those of her blood that gathered. Had she been within the middle of it all when it had occurred, would they think she had just left; not knowing she had perished within the fire?
Her name yelled again by Kalannar, this time it registered that it was indeed real and not just a memory. Turning her head slowly, metallic pools fell upon the approaching Kalannar and a warm, yet pained, smile filled her features. “Do not come too close unless you wish to see and feel far more then you bargained for.” She said softly, hands lifting and motioning around her to the burning timbers that had fallen or were falling; each holding years of memories, both good and bad.
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Kalannar « Reply #9 on: July 15, 2006, 06:17:39 pm »
"I have already lived and lost a lifetime. I have felt death and have taken part in it's dark hold. If my bargain be my life..." His words faded. Kal was standing near to the fire now, just out of it's flames reach. A strong hand was offered in the direction of Myst. "Please M'lady, come away from there. It is dangerous. The tavern is not yet too far gone to salvage." He hoped that she would listen to his words.
Everytime the memory of the woman whom he did not remember would flash in his mind, the scars on his chest and back would grow furious and cause him agony. But he could not drive the voice out... 'Mielikki...give me strength.' Kal pleaded silently. He feared that he would soon pass out if he could not find his peace. "Please, for those you love."
« Last Edit: July 15, 2006, 06:27:37 pm by Kalannar Oakheart »
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Brielae « Reply #10 on: July 15, 2006, 09:29:17 pm »
Screams of laughter and enjoyment filled the valley where the little town lay. Children ran and played and much food was to be had. Brielae stood playing with children for several hours before the smoke smell reached the school. She didnt realize until it was far too late that the smell meant anything more than the local grilling of the food. It was the blast of the alcohol in the tavern that brought her attention spinning around to face the direction the tavern lay. She gasped and ran to find out what was burning. For several heartbreaking moments she thought it was her home but much to both her happiness and sadness, it was Mysts Tavern. No doubt many of the people from the town ran as well, following her as they left their children in Sybills care for the moment.
As they came into the clearing that showed most of the buildings in the town, they could see the Tavern far past the blaze that could be put out. Yet people sprung into action immediately anyway, grabbing up buckets upon buckets and formed a line. Then Bri saw her mother standing watching rather close to the fire. She was glad her mother was alright, but then she knew it was rare these days that Myst had been to the tavern. She had been holed up for ages in her mansion. Magic wise, no magic would necessarily help the fire to extinguish. Magic had been such an integral part of the tavern, more to prevent the fire from eating every last timber would only cause more distruction. Brielae touched every bucket, placing a spell on each one so that not a drop would spill, the buckets became lighter and held twice as much. No doubt the tavern could not be saved at this point in its disintegration but they had to save what they could and prevent the fire from spreading to the forest and other buildings in the town. The water came down like a force upon the flames. Brielae left the people to go to her mother and gently took her hand, pulling her away from the licking flames. "Mother please, you are too close. I fear for your safety."
For all things her father had done, she felt for Myst. Seeing her so very lost everyday made Bri sad for her. She pulled her mothers hand once more, the look of pleading worry in her eyes. Brielae knew it was not her fault that her father was a complete and total bastard, but Brielae had come to love her stepmother much like her own and wanted her to be happy. It was then that she saw Kalannar, a man she had helped some time ago. "Please both of you. I beg you, come away from the flames!" Bucket after bucket of water, gallon upon gallon soaked into the wood. Smoke rose for miles. It was helping some but they needed more. Brielae looked upon the sky, the thunder created by her stepmother giving her that which she needed to start the downpour, soaking everyone and everything in a matter of moments with hard and huge droplets of rain.
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Anton « Reply #11 on: July 15, 2006, 10:34:12 pm »
Pushing out of the shadows Anton’s anger rose alil bit but as he made his way to where he say the fire still blazing up he took notice of people carrying buckets of water that seemed not to spill. The magick seemed to flash through the fire as he walked closer and closer his eyes were shifting to ebony. The rain pouring down helped to show off the dark mood he was in but it also tempered it somewhat cause it meant there was still hope to save something. Pushing back the hood of his cloak Anton called in the old staff that marked him and moved slowly around the everyone looking for someone he knew. Coming to a stop he noticed someone familiar, Myst and two others he wasn’t sure about. Staying just far away so not to disturb them Anton watched the fire then looked up at the sky. He didn’t really want to mess with the storm but he didn’t want to just stand there and do nothing, so with a slight grin he lifts a hand and whispers a short spell to push the rain into a bubble that builds up. Nodding to himself then leaning into the staff he waits for Myst and the other two to move away from the fire so he could let go of the floating bubble. A thought slips into his mind ‘Will she remember me?’ sighing softly he waits.
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Sybill « Reply #12 on: July 16, 2006, 12:13:21 pm »
*Sybill, the diminutive woman, was enjoying the food and festivities at the picnic, as was Brielae and most of the town. Ever so happy-go-lucky she laughed and danced with the children, who she was chaperoning, until the blast came. Twirling around with a wide-eyed gawk, startled and confused she only manages to squeak out “What the heck!?” Before she could gather her own thoughts her roommate, friend, and mentor, Brielae has already taken off for the town—as did every other adult at the picnic.
Picking up on the skirt of her dress she dashes off after Brielae until the tavern comes into view. Halting in her tracks due sheer shock she pleads with Brielae who ventures forth toward the burning building, “Miss Brielae, Ma’am! Come back, it’s too dangerous! M’Lady, PLEASE! I BESEECH YOU, GET AWAY FROM THERE!” Biting her bottom lip nervously she turns on heel and dashes back for the picnic—someone HAS to keep the children away. Thus upon returning she begins to shout out orders in that high pitched squeaky voice of hers, and instructing all students, children through teenage, to gather around and stay in front of the schoolhouse. *
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:37:32 GMT
Myst « Reply #13 on: July 16, 2006, 02:49:30 pm »
(Kalannar) Merely shook her head as the words of Kalannar penetrated her ears and began to register as he too somehow knew a small part of the pain she now felt. His hand reached outward to her in a gentle manner and a step back was taken toward the burning tavern. She knew him barely, even her memories flashed back to the time he stayed within this very tavern that now burned.
(Trip down Memory Lane: Meeting Kalannar) He drunk Berdruskan Dark on any normal occasion and was a risk taker, though this night he was quiet, not wanting to intrude or impose on any. A Shalaquin he carried with him, something she had not expected. He smelled of the potions that Brielae spent timeless hours creating in order to help others. Upon admitting that it was Brielae who showed him the tavern and inn, a place where he could relax… feel at home, Myst had snapped inside. She had little left.
Raine had stayed in Wallachia. Aramis and Janel had both disappeared, along with their father Vladamere. Brielae was all she had left, her last chance of something done right, even though by blood, Brielae was not her own. Saddened by the mere thought that her own flesh and blood abandoned her, she clung tight in hopes that Brielae would make it; be happy and know her path.
The man, Kalannar, had been approached her; 30 steps did it take for him to cross the bar to stand at the booth in which she occupied… she had counted. He wanted a room, though what he got was far more. A drink and a snack (A snack he would refuse for he wished not to eat in front of her while she ate nothing) of sorts to tie him over until dinner was prepared. Taken back by his treatment, he stammered trying to find the proper words that wouldn’t make him sound the fool.
She had threatened to kill this man she had just met if he harmed Brielae in any manner. Yet he still remained at the Inn. Scared to leave? Nowhere else to go? Who knew? Myst surely didn’t. Though as she had taken time to think and reflect on her actions she would wait until he slept and sneak into his room. Whispers of “I’m sorry” to fill his mind as he slept.
The next morning he was weary and kept somewhat of a watchful eye upon his host, though never an evil word did he utter. He spoke of the weapons shop, Ertai’s trade until he disappeared into thin air. After a drink too many he would be ushered to his room to rest it off, she didn’t want him walking around in a town he didn’t know in a drunken state.
He had played for hours the Shalaquin he carried in, and then as the music stopped he would again appear and excuse himself for the rest of the afternoon to head to the weapons shop.
(Reality Crashes In) Blinking, she looked again to the extended hand. She was unkind in her first assumption about this man, and if his memory was nearly as good as hers was, he would with no trouble be able to shove her further back into the hungry flames.
(Brielae) However, she wasn’t given long to think on Kalannar as she felt the tug at her hand. Tilting her head she saw Brielae trying to pull her away from the burning tavern. Where had she come from? She was not here moments ago. Sliding her hands from Brielae’s as she felt the current of anger and hate run through her; hate most likely for her father for past actions. Had it been so long, had she been holed away for such a great time that the others knew not of the peace she found within, that her and Vladamere weren’t out to kill one another.
(Trip down Memory Lane: Returning Home.) Camelot had not been looked back upon once she left; knowing that she had left for good and wished not to remember the last few days there. Though it would be the last few days and even years before that in which her dreams would be plagued.
Brielae had joined her, a constant reminder of Vladamere and her twin sister Raine. Though she was quite the opposite of both in every way possible. Sweet and delicate, always wanting to please and lend aid to those in need. Her way of dressing was unusual to Myst, though she was comfortable in her own skin and liked who she was, not wanting to live up to someone else’s standards; earning Myst’s respect.
Though it would be Brielae’s naivety and innocence that would keep Myst overbearing and over protective, wanting to keep her out of harms reach at all costs.
Remembered was making Brielae blush when Ertai kissed her (Myst) on a dare, a kiss that would for a time look promising until he faded away like most others she came to care for. Perhaps it was the tremendous pressure she put upon them? She didn’t know, and at this point she had already blamed herself for everyone else leaving. Myst knew it was a matter of time before Brielae too left.
(Back To Reality) Blinking, metallic pools fell upon the form of Brielae. “Do not hold blame upon any for the past. The hurt does go away, in time. I know I have kept my distance, perhaps in fear of driving you away too. Though I know now of many lies I was told long ago. If not for me, for yourself… Forgive him.”
(Anton) Falling silent, the movement in shadow would be felt again and metallic pools would quickly fade to black. He smelled of Camelot and she was now ready to fight; however, if he wanted her he would have to come and get her. Leaving Myst purely blinded to the fact that he was indeed trying to aid Brielae in stopping the fire.
Reaching out, she grabbed Brielae by the arm and began stepping back even more, the flames licked her form; not once burning her flesh or causing the slightest bit of pain. Runes, brought out by the fire itself now began to etch themselves upon her flesh; runes that only the seed itself could produce; runes that would protect both her and Brielae from the wrath of the fire so long as Brielae didn’t squirm out of Myst’s hold. Wings of ebony protruded from her back and spanned outward, fanning the flames. If he wanted a fight, he now had one, for his memories of this man were few, their meeting was only once or twice during her stay in Camelot. Had no harm been wished upon her, he would have sought her out a long time ago.
Ties cut, blood spilt, a feud that would last lifetimes if not longer now boiled beyond capacity. There had been nothing but a mountain of lies, and over time no bridges, save for one that she knew of, had been mended.
(Sybill, you were in and out so fast that I didn’t include you in this one. No offense.)
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:37:44 GMT
Kiante « Reply #14 on: July 16, 2006, 03:32:50 pm »
And so it came to be that Kiante was summoned from her home in Avalon to come to this simple town in which her old freind Myst had settled herself. For what purpose had she secluded herself, Kiante could only make an educated guess. But the love she had for Myst still remained despite duty parting them both from one another. Kiante served the now and once king of Camelot, Uther Pendragon while still greiving for the death of Kalyssien and being the Lady of the Lake and being mother to the son of her dead husband Demyan and herself. Her duties took much of her time, so much so that she rarely had a moment to even think about visiting her freind. Though truth be told, she knew for quite some time that Myst had wished to be alone. And out of respect, Kiante had given her such time to grieve and find herself. She stood on the outskirts of town, her eyes closed as she saw the situation at hand in her minds eye. Ah what tangled webs we weave. She sighed softly and called out to Myst upon the wind.
"Surely now dear freind, you would not deprive Avalon of Merlin, or me of a close freind for that matter. Step out from the fire Myst, there is no need to defend yourself here." As if a ghost she appeared an apparition walking through the wood, solidifying more and more as she came to stand between Myst and Anton. To see the Moonfire tavern burning made her heart ache, more so than the ache she could already feel immenating from Myst. There was anger in her, there was sadness too. Mysts courses of action were always predictable. Fight first, as questions later. Perhaps with the presence of Kiante, she would calm some and become more rational. "I have been remiss not to visit you earlier dear freind. For that you have my most deep and humble apologies. Come, meet the man who has taken over as Merlin. Let me tell you of such news these past years have brought, including my son whom I would love to show you." Her eyes were kind, she exuded nothing but freindship and compassion. "I have missed you greatly."
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Raine « Reply #15 on: July 16, 2006, 06:03:19 pm »
In the distance a dragon’s roar would be heard, and the ground would shake as if the very dragon was heading in the direction of the burning tavern. From thousands of miles away the anger and pain was felt. A mark shared between the two, combined with her fathers seed brought each feeling to her ten-fold it seemed. Shadow writhed wildly upon exiting the towering trees before the rain itself would cause it to fall away from her. There stood Raine, a mirror image of Brielae, daughter of Vladamere and Myst.
Onyx pools darted about surveying the scene. She had passed Sybill unseen as the young woman ran back in the opposite direction; perhaps an attempt to keep the younger generations safe from anything that could now occur. Anton was there, Kiante too? Surprised filled her features for only a moment, though now it was understood the anger and pain that came from Myst. None from Camelot had come to these lands since Myst had left Camelot, why appear now?
Stepping further away from the trees, silks of black and burgundy clung to her form. Long onyx tresses, tainted with streaks of white were pulled back behind her in a single braid. Noted was Rance high above the action in a tree; anger and concern racked his silken wrapped form. Stopping nearest Kalannar, one she had not seen before a mere glance was given before her attention returned to the sound of Kiante’s words.
Quickly a slender brow arched and onyx pools fell upon Myst amidst the burning tavern. “She need not defend herself? You really have not been in touch, have you? I have my reasons for not being, however; you, her friend…” Shaking her head, onyx pools moved slowly until they fell once more upon Kiante. “I stayed away because it killed me to see her suffer so. The link… the bond has become so strong over time that I often time dream what it she feels and goes through. Sleep has become a luxury for me now. “
Pausing, she glanced to Anton who she saw was attempting to put the fire out and salvage what was left of the tavern that once stood so proudly and was a shelter for many. “I can not control her thoughts, ideas… Try as you might, though I fear something else is now needed; something none of us can give to her.” Falling silent onyx pools fell away from Anton and returned to Myst.
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Anton « Reply #16 on: July 16, 2006, 09:19:26 pm »
Anton blinked a few times at the reaction Myst had to his presence it wasn’t something he was expecting. Lifting his arms out wide he let go of the staff and let it float nearby his arm then let the cloak fall back revealing the twin blades strapped on his sides but made no move to get them out. There was something in her eyes something he hadn’t seen before then it hit him like a slap. Her eyes were as dark as his were right now which as far as he knew wasn’t very good. He watched as she moved away from him like he was the enemy and as the fire licked against her and the one nearest her. He couldn’t hold onto the ball of water and focus on what she was doing at the same time so he pushed it away and let it fall hoping not to hurt anyone. The fire runes and black wings caused him alil shock and as much as he wanted to speak something to tell her that he wasn’t here to hurt her or anyone here he was almost sure his words alone wouldn’t work.
He felt Kiante before he heard her words and as much as he wanted to he wasn’t about to let down his guard just yet, not until Myst calmed down alil bit. But as her form appeared between him and Myst all he could do is drop his arms for now letting the energy build deep inside him. Stepping up next to Ki his arms laid out across the hilts of the blades Anton whispered a thought into her mind, ‘ She doesn’t like that I’m here does she.’ The rain still dropped heavily around them all but the fire still burned its heat tempered somewhat .
Anton turned slightly when he heard someone new her words stung a little bit cause it held some truth he hadn’t been around much even less since his return from the visit to the elders. Someplace in the back of his mind he knew something about her but he really couldn’t place where the knowledge came from. “I don’t think anyone can control her mind, not that anyone would be so bold as to try. But you may be right I don’t know.” Sighing softly Anton turned back and looked at Myst.
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Sybill « Reply #17 on: July 16, 2006, 09:41:20 pm »
*It isn’t long before all the children have gathered before the front of the schoolhouse as the lil’ twerp of a School Mistress instructed. Pacing countless circles around the students she performs headcounts again and again, just to be absolutely certain that she has indeed rounded up all the children. It would be a lot easier if she had them file into the schoolhouse, but if for some reason the others are unable to contain the fire and it does spread this way, it would be easier to escape the flame’s path if they were already outdoors.
She then, without warning, grabs the sleeves of two of the older teenage boys, and yanks them down to her eye-level, “I have to go help out…watch the others….” With that instruction squeaked out she twirls around and takes off in the direction of the tavern. The little woman knows she probably won’t be much help…and she knows her healing skills leave a lot to be desired, BUT she has to try. Maybe, just MAYBE her extra help is just what they need to tip the scale of battle and for victory! ……if fire fighting is a battle, of course. With the tavern soon in view she licks her dry lips and takes a deep breath while her wide bright eyes scans over the horrific scene, “Easy Sybill…now is the chance to prove to your friends you’re worth a damn! Time to show them what valor really is!” with that said she lets out a high pitched squeaky yell as she charges forth to assist!
Yet it would appear she spent too much time securing and tending to the children for she runs no more than ten feet before the rainstorm comes…. Thus she finds herself wandering around the large group of people aimlessly and getting soaked, “Aww….ah well…” she now chooses to use this time to locate Bri—just to make sure the woman is alright, yet being so small in such a crowd makes locating anyone in particular difficult.*
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:37:55 GMT
Kalannar « Reply #18 on: July 17, 2006, 10:02:08 pm »
The scene had quickly gone from a small handful of people, to a rather large gathering. Kal was glad to see that it appeared the entire town had gathered to give aid to the burning tavern. One face in the new crowd stood out particularly to him...Brielae. A kind woman in all he had ever seen of her, she had helped him once. He had taken it to heart. It was not something that one such as he was used to recieving. Whether from his own stubborness or the lack of care from those around. He wondered if she might have forgotten him, though he doubted the thought. How long he had disappeared he did not even know, in the wilds time held little meaning.
He was about to say something to Brielae, but was soon distracted by a new figure. A rather mysterious looking man, emerging seemingly from the shadows. The man did not look at all pleased at what he saw. Kal watched him only for a moment, if only to pass quick judgement as friend or foe. His concentration was then drawn to the worried plea of the rather small woman who appeared almost as quickly as she left.
Bringing his attention back to the matter at hand, he winced gently as his offered hand seemingly caused Myst to step only farther back. Perhaps she felt that he held a grudge of some sort and meant her harm, though this was not at all the case. If anything Kal had only ever been too forgiving in his time.
Another figure now appeared. Quite the gathering it was still becoming. This brought him hope, perhaps being the care of friends what was Myst needed most, though he was far unsure of the mysterious womans intent. The new figure made quite the entrance, appearing as though she were a ghost. Her words made her to sound as a dear friend to Myst. Though the speak of Camelot and of the new Merlin were far beyond foreign to him. An entire life under the shade of life trees had brought him to care little for the matter of those who dwelled within the cold, stone walls of castles and cities. They weren't so different from Dwarves in such manners.
The roar of a dragon was heard in the distance. Hearing such a beast was a rare occasion for him. Only once had he ever witnessed a dragon. So far back as he could remember at any rate. Near a hundred and thirteen years were lost to him...As the new figure approached, Kal was dumbstruck. For a moment, he was sure that it was infact Brielae that was approaching him, though this was clearly impossible. It took him a brief moment to notice the white streaks of the air and the darkness that clung to this individual. Otherwise the two were near impossible to tell apart.
His attention was once more turned to the tiny woman who entered with such a purpose as though it was truly she who would tip the scale of balance, and was then turned to the rest of the crowd, wandering about in the midst of the rest of the crowd. Soon, his rare aqua eyes were turned to attention of Myst yet again. He assumed that of all here, he probably knew her the least. Perhaps it was best for him to stand his ground at the moment.
Though it was not long before the voice in his head was pleading with him once more. He wanted to scream right there until it left, it was doing nothing for him but causing him agony. He felt a leg stagger momentarily out from under him, a light sweat forming at his brow. He refused to give up now.
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Rance « Reply #19 on: July 18, 2006, 10:04:17 pm »
Rance stood on that sturdy branch high above the rest. He had realized Myst was there he could feel her. Her scent filled his nostrils but he only snorted as if it was a horrible smell. He Ignored all the commotion going on below he only listen to the crackle of the burning timber and the soft pitter patter of the rain. He was angry with Myst. He tried to help her when noone in sight cared where she was or what she was doing. She only pushed him away. He growled at these thoughts and stepped off the branch his cloak flutterd above his head from the rush of wind while he fell. He landed nearly without a sound next to Raine. He stood next t her thinking still to himself. Now Raine and Bri and many others are here and she seems to think on things alil more. He could careless for Raine who stood next to him. His own memory begin to flood back to camelot. He was just getting to know her and things were going good and then she just disapeard on him. She obviously was disturbed by his looks. He sighed lightly as he again thought to himself. She probably doesnt even remember me. He stepped forward torwards Myst as if to say somthing but he said nothing he stood there quietly. Any words he had to say would probably be ignored. So there he stood his cloak fluttering behind him as if it was alive. He started to curse his honor and word for vowing to protect this women.
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Vhid Maelthra Valuk « Reply #20 on: July 19, 2006, 01:41:38 am »
He now sat at length, quill in hand and eyes with intense determination as he went about recording the events that took place within his tomb of darkness. Soft deliberate strokes of intricate design made up the runes in which he wrote, for these words were not for the eyes of the naive. His fingers twitched slightly as the tugging of something ripped at his very soul, sweat slowly formed and beaded on his brow. Raising the quill from the parchment and replacing it in the quill he all but vaulted the feathered plum into its pot as another tugging pulled deeper inside his being. Shoving back from his desk he closed his eyes allowing the images to flood his mind like a raging river spilling over the flood gates. The images though jumbled still held meaning to him, though his mind did snap onto an image and within the voice once more spoke as it had at first, “Those that abandoned return in my absence to my blood. The honeyed tongue bodes ill with the vision of steel and family so close" Eyes opened slowly as the darkness consumed his being, eyes glinting with unnatural light, like a single star within each, in a midnight sky. His mind really had no need to reach out though for in his new state he did not so much will the shadows as he had but rather they responded to even the simplest thought. Rising from his chair it took but an instant for the darkness within the room to consume his form, leaving nothing but the slightest ashen, charred wood where his boots stood as evidence of his presence within those chambers.
One mighty roar blast from his being, as high above the lands large wings beat against the winds, neck craned slightly to the moving of people below. The huddling of the children; done by Sybill, the line of fire bucket haulers nothing more then ants to his perception, and the billowing cloud of smoke mixing with the storm clouds. A deep rumbling growl caused every scale to tense tighter against his form, rumblings of lightning and thunder as if to echo his mood ripped through the clouds and rain. The view below he took in with calculation and strategic thought before spreading his massive wings and beginning his decent toward the tavern and those funneled outside of it. Looping through the air in a large circle his shadow soon would consume and pass over much of the line of bucket haulers causing many to look up and stand fixated at the sight. This large dragon's wingspan easily blocked out the light from them as it passed over, its tail stretching out long after his wings had passed them. Though as he drew close to the flames which began to escape the roof of the tavern they would change, blackening as if light had retreated from his very presence. Dropping to the ground large hind claws sank deep into the mudded ground, and talons formed troughs a wagon could get stuck in with an entire team of horses. His landing was careful and precise near the side for the tavern people were not, though his presence would have been impossible to not have been noticed as ash and ember launched into the air with the large gusts of wind his wings would produce.
Small almost waterfalls of rain water fell from the folds of his wings as they now rested upon his back, waters also streamed down along his massive snout giving the illusion of tears running from his eyes as the massive dragon lowered to his front claws and made its way around the tavern. His height and girth were almost as large as the structure itself, his head first to crane about the structure, scaled eye brows lowered in a primal manner as he made his way. Raising lips slightly to expose the tips of his fore fangs he approached the growing crowd, those large eyes looking like empty sockets of lightlessness as he took in those around and began positioning himself between the tavern and those outside. The glint within his eyes had vanished uon his landing; the only light showing now up upon his form reflected the fires light from his midnight black scales, mud having been splashed upon much of his underbelly giving little hint to the silver beneath. As the massive dragon moved about the tavern to separate those outside from the tavern a form emerged from deep within the flames, no light touched upon the form of the man though his height and stature dwarfed even the tallest of the flames. Where his eyes would be were two beads of brilliant white light, the rest of his form nothing but the deepest of darkness like a void brought to form. As this apparition moved forward from the flames they would change, blackening and darkening, casting no light as he neared them only to return to normal as he moved onward towards Myst and Brielae who were backing deeper into the structure.
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:38:02 GMT
Brielae « Reply #21 on: July 19, 2006, 12:05:42 pm »
As Myst yanked her hand from Bri’s tears started to fall down the womans face. Her own panic caused by her phobia of fire was growing within her and starting to battle with the concern she held for her mother in this state. It was then that Myst spoke softly,
“Do not hold blame upon any for the past. The hurt does go away, in time. I know I have kept my distance, perhaps in fear of driving you away too. Though I know now of many lies I was told long ago. If not for me, for yourself… Forgive him.”
Frantically her eyes fell to the flames before looking back at her mother. “Mother please, come away from the fire. My anger with my father is my own. I will forgive him eventually as I have all my life. I love him, you know that. I only want him to be here more. Please, come away from the fire, have tea with me and we can discuss it!” Standing her ground as the flames heat started to sear the hem of her dress, it took all of her will power to remain. However before she could say any more a convincing argument, her mother grabbed her and pulled her into the fire. Its tendrils no longer seared her dress, she was safe but for the moment she screamed and moved further into her mothers arms. She grabbed ahold of the shoulder of her mothers dress with a death grip and moved around behind Myst to get away from the flames of the doorway through which she had stepped. To say that Bri was cowering was an understatement. Many days ago a fire had erupted in her room and Brielae had shown to her Housemate Sybill and Rance who had saved her from the flames the fact that she was deathly afraid of fire.
Not even the roar of Raine could bring her from the place she was hiding within to avoid screaming fits and hysteric tears. As it was she trembled behind Myst who held her arm and looked out over her mothers shoulder to the man she was moving away from with a glazed look in her deep blue eyes. Normally she would have asked a million questions about the man that her mother was protecting her from. Then a woman she had never met joined him, speaking to her mother like a friend. Yet Myst did not respond. Even Bri knew by the way Myst was acting that something was wrong. It was then her sister appeared, her twin. Where Bri was light, Raine was the absence of light. Though they looked almost entirely identical and in fact upon first looking one would think they were, they still were two very different people. Brielae had been raised with her mother until her entire world was destroyed, while Raine became their fathers pupil, and a very apt one despite the rebellious streak she held. Upon a second look, one would see the white stripes flowing through Raines hair that were missing from Bri’s and the fact that while Brielaes eyes were very blue, Raines were very black. Brielae always loved to see her sister and it was very rare she ever did. This time however, Brielae was far too occupied to say anything.
Rance stood in the tree saying nothing. Bri didn’t know what was going on with him but then she rarely did. The urge to flee the fire became stronger with each passing moment so much so by this time that she made a small panicked sound in her mothers ears. Before she could develop words to ask her mother to get her out of the fire and to safety, wind blew strong, blowing ash and flame in their direction. She screamed and closed her eyes, hiding her face behind her mother for the moment. IT wasn’t until the wind stopped that she looked up to see the dragon. She gasped having never seen a dragon, much less this close. But nothing could keep her eyes from the man that came from the blaze. Had Bri grown with her sister, she would have been able to feel his presence. But now he stood, looking upon her and her mother, her mind forgot completely about the fire. A calm rushed over her as she looked upon the face of a man she had not seen for a long time. She stood speechless, still holding onto Myst. Shock had overtaken what would normally be joy at seeing him.
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Myst « Reply #22 on: July 19, 2006, 01:18:58 pm »
Stood entirely still while Brielae squirmed and moved about until finding a place to hide behind her, clinging and very scared, as the scene continued to unfold. Inky black pools fell upon the form of Kiante as she appeared and came to stand between her and Anton. So long has it been since she had seen from, or even heard from, her friend. So long in fact that the woman before her appeared almost as a stranger to her. Breathes taken were shallow and slow, the rise and fall of her chest barely noticeable. The heart that beat within her chest never once changed pace, calm, almost as if she knew what she was going to do next. The fire crackled around her, the flames at times rising higher to conceal her form and that of Brielae’s for a moment or two. Eerily her gaze would move from Kiante to Anton after Kiante had spoken her piece; for the moment allowing all to be silent save the crackling of the fire as it continued to burn.
Short lived would be the silence of the area when the Dragons roar would be heard, causing Myst’s gaze to dart upward toward the dark sky and her hold on Brielae to become relaxed. However, as the words of Raine would quickly fill the air in attempt to make a point, inky black pools fell upon her daughter and sadness filled her features. Raine knew why the distance was kept, why she had remained holed in the manor for so long, keeping away from anyone and everyone. Something Myst had regretted. It was hard enough to share a bond of such magnitude with Vladamere, though to be bound to both must cause enough havoc for even Raine to endure.
Quick movements caught her attention and drew it back toward Anton, a hiss of anger seeped out from between her teeth; his arms crossed revealing the hilts of the blades upon his person. “No, my mind can not be controlled.” She hissed; wings fanning out slowly behind her. “You speak that I have no need to defend myself, yet your Merlin comes armed. Was his intention to only appear that he was to aid in putting out the fire? Catch me off guard and then strike? I stand here to protect that which is mine, in the manner I see fit. Have you come to finally carry out the wishes of your king?”
Silence fell, questions were asked and answers were now waited for. Inky black pools moved to fall on Sybill who looked frantically for her room mate and friend. So lost and confused she appeared, yet brave and loyal despite the confusion that Myst could only imagine ran through that small frame. Wings flapped; a brief glance of Brielae’s hiding spot revealed momentarily. Resuming her scan of the area, noted was the uncertainty of Kalannar and his place in all of this; an innocent by stander that merely wished to lend aid the only way he knew how. Rance finally came down from his tree and stood, a look of disgust and possibly hatred in the way he had begun to approach her.
In an instant, all she surveyed would become a blur as the winds changed; ash and ember flying before her. Brielae had screamed, cowered, and clung this entire time however, the gasp that left her lips upon seeing the dragon caused a smile to taint the hardened features of Myst; Brielae was, despite it all, still very innocent. “Relax, child.” She said softly “Pry your eyes from the man in the fire. Do it now.” Her tone soft, calm as she stepped out of the flames, her hand reaching back to make sure Brielae didn’t let go. She had noted the man that had entered behind them as the dragon appeared outside. There were many differences between the two; some subtle… some not so subtle however she wasn’t going to take the time to point them out. Once outside a gentle push was given to Brielae in the direction of Raine. “Go to your sister. Do not look back, just go.” She said softly before giving Brielae a quick kiss on the cheek and releasing her hand. She would later apologize for putting Brielae in that situation.
Glancing around once more to all those present she moved around burning timbers and smoking piles of ash that had begun to accumulated until she came to the doorway of the tavern. Looking in inky black pools met with that of the “Man” as he stepped from the fire. With Brielae on her way to her sister a mere nod in respect was offered to the man and then she proceeded to move toward the dragon, drawn to him like that of a moth to a flame. Standing beside the dragon; the heart beat she felt as it matched her own. Reaching out, slender fingers lightly ran along the scales she could reach. Always when there was trouble he was there, always when she was about to dive head first from what she called sanity… he was there. Wings fanned out behind her slowly, all else for the moment had been forgotten. Not caring that the ground was wet, muddy and ashy, she sat down on the earthen ground and curled up beside him. Warm, safe, at peace for the moment
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:38:11 GMT
Kiante « Reply #23 on: July 19, 2006, 01:47:40 pm »
Raine came, pulled by the mark on her that connected her to Myst. It had been a while since she had seen Raine either though it was Raine that had left the friendship, not Kiante. There was no look of surprise upon Kiantes face as she saw Raine though there was as always a look of kindness given in her direction. Kiante rarely held things against people. The nature of her job did not allow for it. Yet Raines sharp words, no doubt coming from the lack of sleep and the pain of the mark, caused Kiante to tilt her head in curiousness. “Will you be the one to cast a stone for my sins, of which I just apologized? You have as much power as she and yet you do not stop your suffering. Do not cast your anger at me child when you know full well all you will get in return is the love I have always given you and your family. However now is not the time to discuss such things.”
She knew Raine did not believe that Kiante would ever wish to control Mysts mind at all. She simply did not reply to the accusation, though it did hurt deep inside to be thought of in that manner. The situation grew worse as Myst took the frightened twin of Raine into the fire. She winced as the woman’s emotions became loud and clear in her head. Amid the turmoil of her fear there was Mysts anger and impending psychological breakdown as well as Rance’s anger and Raines worn crotchety demeanor. Gods if she wanted to, she would just stop time for ten minutes to clear her head so that she could think straight. But as usual she was in a situation where magic would not fix anything. In this case, Myst needed the one person who kept her calm and kept her insane. For their bond was both a gift and a curse for them both.
“He is just as much my Merlin as he is yours. You know he and I are but servants to the gods Myst. He is as armed as any traveler would be. Would you be so quick to judge someone you did not know who traveled here armed. If Ertai were here he would be armed, as always would he not? Anton is not here to harm you.” The mention of her king made her stop and take a deep breath. “King Kalyssien did place a price upon your head, which was revoked a few weeks later. He was murdered,” She paused, a look of pain and grief upon her face very transparent to all, “By Atra of Darkbane several months ago. Uther of Pendragon was risen to take his place as King and has no designs on your life. I swear upon All that I am and All that I serve that this is so.” Once she spoke she simply waited. Myst would as she has always done, make up her own mind.
As Sybil came shooting by to look for someone, Kiante felt her need and stuck out her hand without taking her eyes off the situation and grabbed the child’s collar, and in a swift, gentle and easy move spinning her around and standing her beside Kiante. “Brielae is fine child, calm yourself.” IT was then that she heard the dragons call in the distance. She closed her eyes and sighed. He was coming. Though appearing in two forms did make her double-take but she simply waited, not wishing to inflame the situation any further.
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Raine Pendraekan « Reply #24 on: July 19, 2006, 02:55:31 pm »
Some held no opinion, or looked somewhat caught off guard by the appearance of Brielae’s twin Raine. She too had remained holed up in attempt to deal with issues; issues that were not her own, yet shared with her… issues that she herself no matter how minor they were, she couldn’t fix unless she denounce those of her blood. Others showed their anger, disappointment, or even hatred when looking upon Raine after she had spoken; anger, disappointment and hatred that would cause some to tremble or even feel the smallest amount of shame; however, she felt neither of these things. Even after Kiante attempted to scold her all remained silent while onyx pools continued to watch Myst.
The Dragon’s landing brought a faint smile to her lips and the appearance of the “Man” brought a twisted sort of comfort. With Brielae released, Raine stepped forward and took her twin by the hand and led her to stand off to the side of the Dragon and Myst and still be in between them and the “Man” who had also appeared.
Waiting in silence, thinking on the words spoken by Kiante to Myst and herself, she thought on her replies while showing no emotion one way or another regarding the death of Kalyssien and rebirth of Uther; a man she had never known… a man before her time so to speak.
“Control a pain that is not my own?” She said softly after a few more added moments of silence to make sure that she was being listened too. “That would be like denying who and what I am. Some days go without incident. Other days inflict pain that would cause any normal person to fall over and writhe hoping that death would come quickly. As far as my questions of you, they were not to cause anger, merely to arrive at answers that our mother needed to hear.“ She said while squeezing Brielae’s hand. “You see upon our leaving Camelot, we had been here quite some time when it was heard of the bounty that was placed upon the blood that flows through our veins. I should say that Mother, Aramis, Father and I knew. We wished to keep Brielae as safe as possible. “Pausing, onyx pools looked to Kiante and Anton and a deep breath drawn and released. “And until now, we had not known that Kalyssien was dead and the bounty withdrawn. So if you will take a moment, perhaps it would be understood why it is she became defensive as she did.”
Falling silent she turned to look upon Brielae. “I am sorry that you were not told. It was not that we didn’t feel you were strong enough. We merely wished to keep you safe and if we had too hide you.” Sadness filled her features as she looked to her twin, remorse for keeping her in the dark to the events that led to their mothers’ actions on this day.
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Sybill « Reply #25 on: July 19, 2006, 11:26:52 pm »
*Through the crowd she moves, weaving around people, sometimes shoving franticly, and sometimes even scampering around on the ground, crawling between people’s legs—ANYTHING to get through the mob. Most of the crowd seemed stand-offish of the fire, and rightfully so…..yet so close to and amongst the blaze and flames is a group of people. Due to the intense heat and light being thrown by the fire, it’s near impossible for the pint-sized pipsqueak to make out anyone there. She has been through the mob and has not located her roommate and so it’s very likely that she could be one of those so close to the inferno.
Squinting her neon pink eyes she tries to focus on the group, faintly making out what appears to be Bri…she THINKS. Being all too well aware of Bri’s phobia of fire Sybill merely shakes her head while softly uttering, “Oh Miss Brielae….” Inhaling sharply she holds her deep breath and exhales as she moves forth, still uttering softly to herself, “Alright Syb…now you prove you’re worth a damn….”
Before she knew what was going on, Sybill was in for a couple of serious surprises. The first of which is when she gets close enough to make out the people, she does indeed see Brielae. Her mouth opens with a gasp as she is about to call out to her…..and then the surprise hits—she sees ANOTHER Brielae! Brielae and Raine, twin sisters, yet Sybill never knew Bri had a twin, and therefore she is in utter shock. For a moment, she doesn’t even notice the fire, hell, she doesn’t even notice the dragon. Her already wide-eyes were now bulging as her face turns a pasty white and her jaw drops, unable to utter a squeak as she looks hopelessly between the two Brielaes.
The little twerp is soon snapped back into reality as someone grabs a hold of her collar and twirls her around, thus giving her a moment to gather herself…..before yet another surprise hits her. She finds herself face-to-face (Well…looking up due to being short) with Kiante……Her wide eyes flash a goldish red briefly while the right side of her upper lip curls and she hisses out a squeaky, “Youuu…” indeed she has a past with this woman, and she knows she has more pressing business to attend to—yet she finds her feet are like stone, unable to move or turn away from this woman, just capable of staring up, unable to find any words at the moment.*
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:38:24 GMT
Kalannar « Reply #26 on: July 19, 2006, 11:41:27 pm »
Kal watched the silken figure of the man who had remained perched in the tree as the events unfolded. He was clearly angry and upset with perhaps himself, or perhaps those within the fire. Many a men had Kal seen act unrationally in fits of anger and frustration, he would keep his eye on this one for the time being, meaning no silent offense, for Kal was not one to pass such quick judgement, but rather keeping the safety of those around him in mind.
His attention was soon drawn from the man by the rather awe inspiring figure which loomed far above the crowd. A dragon. Kal allowed himself to be entranced for a moment by the massive beast. How such a leviathan could so easily keep itself afloat with but a set of leathery wings would forever be a mystery. Landing with the care that it did, Kal was drawn to the conclusion that it meant to harm, but was infact here as a sign of salvation. Salvation of not only the tavern, but of the safety and even sanity of Mysts being.
The frantic cries of Brielae found their way to the depths of Kal's being and stung him deeply. That he was so useless now to those who had done nothing but aid him was reason enough to be pained by their cries. In his short time in the small town, Kal had grown fond of it's inhabitants. Myst, admired for what strength she showed, having endured already so much, and still finding a way to exist. Brielae, he was unsure whether he had ever met one so kind, even going so far as to devote a portion of her life to a shop of healing, lending aid to those whom she barely knew. There were those in this small town who showed him care and respect, and he prayed to Mielikki, his goddess, that he could find some small measure in which to return the good will.
As the dragon approached, he noticed the sudden change in Mysts features. She calmed noticably upon sight of the beast. This, if nothing, brought a small spark of hope to his eye. Myst emerged from the flames, and after giving a small, affectionate kiss on the cheek, gave Brielae a gentle push in the direction of her apparent twin, whom had come to stand near him. Hoping to offer what small aid, if any, that he could, he approached several steps to where Brielae had come to stand. Breaking the voices that would cease to silence themselves in his mind, he asked kindly, "Lle quel?" (Are you well?) He gave a nod of greeting to Brielaes twin.
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Rance « Reply #27 on: July 20, 2006, 10:00:14 pm »
Rance's head beginning to clear up slowly. He finally realized he was acting as a fool and a young child. He almost chuckled to himself as this crossed his mind. He was older then all the beings around him and yet he was acting the most immature. He was of course standing close to the fire as his anger subsided and reality was crashing back to him he could fell the heat extremely against his skin his touch being supernatural of course. The fire was getting strong and everyone seem to stop and stare dumbfounded at the Dragon. He shook his head lightly and begin to walk away from the fire his cloak flowing beind him as if it was alive. As soon as he got behind the crowd of people he turned and faced the fire once again. As he faced the fire he reached into his hidden inner pocket in his black cloak and pulled out two beatufiul looking rings. One ring look like solid smooth rock from the ground in the middle of this ring was a small hole or more like a small bowl in this bowl was very thin and fine looking dirt just regular dirt. he slid this ring on his left ring finger. Now the second ring was made of marble but there was a small trench that was the same circle in the middle of the ring and in that trench was Water. Rance suddenly took the hore stance both his legs egually apart his knees both egually bent his toes pointing towards the burning tavern. His arms were egually apart and egually bent at the elbow. Both his fists clenched tight untill his knuckles turned white. If anyone was watching they would see his arms flex under the silk black wraps as if somthing very heavy was dumped in his arms. The dirt ring on his left ring finger begen to spin in place slowly at first then faster and faster. His blind pure black eyes seem to stair straight forward as if into the fire you could see the reflection of the fire danceing in his mirror black eyes. Suddenly he thrusts both his hands up into the air. When this happen a dirt wall erput from the ground between the burning tavern and the crowd of people which were gawking at the dragon. The width fo the wall was two feet longer then the burning tavern and was ten feet higher then the flames. Rance stood there both hands raised to the air palms facing torwards the sky. Rance slowly lowerd his right hand letting it move like a wave as he did this the water ring on his right finger begin to spin in place as well. Suddenly the water in the buckets that were set down begin to splish and splash and the light rain that feel begin to merge together making a puddle of water in the air. The water in the buckets rushed out to meet this puddle making it bigger. His left hand stayed extended in the air his palm facing the sky the dirt ringing spinning faster. At that moment he thrust his right hand torwards the dirt wall sending the water crashing into it making driping mud. it all seem to stay in place as a massive wall. Suddenly he pulled both his arms to his side his albows both bent his fist clenched and next to the side of his stomach his albows pokeing aout behind him. He leaned forward and thrust both his hands at the back of the wall which sent the driping wet mud and rock as a tidal wave over the burning Tavern as if to smother it out.
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The Grey man « Reply #28 on: July 28, 2006, 02:00:19 pm »
The Transiton had been a smooth one but long and Morgan was tired and cranky. Whatever this new land was he hoped he could find a comfortable bed and a decent meal. Not nessesarily in that order. The plume of smoke raising from the town did not bode well but it was a town and that was better than the wilderness. At least for now. He'd walked Dover in knowing that the big horse was just as tired as he. The weight of his gear was enough for the old stallion to carry much less his big butt. The figure that approached the edge of the town was only remarkable in his size. At almost 6'8" tall Morgan was a massive man. Broad shouldered and stocky of build with arms corded in muscle, his skin weatherd by the years, he seemed almost made of stone. His black hair was cut close to the scalp and peppered with grey concentrated into pure white at the temples. Wrinkle lines radiated out from the corners of his eyes and he had the apperance of a man in his mid forties. He was dressed fairly simply in rugged travel cloths all in dark tones. The horse that followed behind matched him in size. A massive animal its whithers were at a level with Morgan's shoulder and form the well muscled build, the multiple scars, and the keen almost predetory look in it's eyes there was no doubt it was a war horse. However, it followed docily along behind Morgan with it's reins drapped across the horn of the saddle. They both approached at a leisurly pace watching the gathering crowd with casual interest.
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:38:29 GMT
Anton « Reply #29 on: August 02, 2006, 08:06:30 pm »
Standing there it took a lot for Anton to push down the growing energies that swirled deep inside him “ There isn’t anyplace outside my own island I don’t travel armed Myst and given my past I’m not as armed as I normally am. If I wanted to strike at you I would have done so before this, but I don’t do that. I AM NOT the killer I once was and to think that my old mentor would harm you shows only that you never knew him. “ my eyes flash over to dragon nature buried deep inside me as my hands grip the pommels of the twin blades on my hips. To many things were moving and yet the fire burned still if it continued then there will be nothing left of the building that stood there.
Anton stood there watching and wondering how much he had missed in the time he was away and how much he would be able to do in the next few days before going back to Avalon or his island. Things needed to happen but standing here with his temper pulled tight he couldn’t do what he felt he should . The dragon passed over head and things went silent in his mind. Being dragon kin like he was Anton shifted in his stance bringing to mind the many things possible if something were to happen. Looking over he saw Ki stop someone , and somewhere deep inside him the small girl was familiar to him but he couldn’t place it with everything else still moving around him.
Turning his attention back to the fire Anton saw a dark man standing there it wasn’t that he did anything that made this one stand out so much it was the stance he took. Almost like nothing around could harm him. A movement caught Anton’s attention and he saw the lady that was once standing next to Myst moving out of the fire. Taking a deep breath he turned his attention back to Myst as she moved over to the dragon and for once Anton stepped back and really looked at someone. This dragon was more familiar then the girl was and that bothered him a little bit. Anton could sense something ancient and powerful something that exuded a grand presence that couldn’t be ignored.
The next few moments were nothing more then a blur to him and by the time he come back to his senses the tavern was being covered by a large amount of water and the fire went out in a blink of a dragons eye. Shivering a little bit Anton looked over to Rance and bowed once then slide his hands behind his back waiting for the mood to calm down somewhat so he to could shift back and not hold onto the aggressive stance he had. Looking up at the storm that still raged above them Anton reached inside and waved a hand towards the clouds pushing them apart like shadows.
Smiling Anton felt something move behind him, someone new was moving towards them and against his better judgment he made no obvious move for the blades at his hips and just blinked keeping his eyes on the ones in front of him while his senses kept watch on the new guy.
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Vhid « Reply #30 on: August 11, 2006, 08:22:00 pm »
( Two action post, both happening at the same time but for the sake of confusion it will be done as if both were seperate characters)
Shadow man: Taking in the inferno of hell around him he stretched out his arms, the flames curled about his arms as if going around steel, never maring but being marred, turning black at his very touch. The almost blinding brightness of his pin point eyes would disappear as the sudden wave of magic began to shift, the aura nearest the enterance being altered as Rance's magiks took effect. " no " His simple word echoing in every recess and darkness within a mile radius, the voice a echoing cacophany of voices in languages from common to those as old as time. As the earth rose and the waters melded into his form would drop to one knee, hands dropping cupped and palm up to the floor as all the flames in the tavern would submit and turn as black as night. Launching his hands upward much like a preacher in church he stood, the emitance of light from his eyes glareingly brighter as the flames of darkness roared through every opening and crack within the tavern encapsulating it in a ball of balefire that would touch not a single fiber of wood, but turn to ash anything and anyone that would touch it's raging beauty.
Dragon: Raising his head only slightly above the ground he listened to Anton's speech, eyes slitted and silver traveling over everyone that surrounded the tavern. Raising but a slight scaled lip to bare a fang he felt the stirring of magics. Raising up his claw would lash out racking up dirt and all as he pulled Myst away from the earth only seconds before it erupted upward. Turning his head to Rance he watched him more closely now, recognizing the man he knew that no harm was meant. Nodding slightly in a large manner his wings would outstretch over Raine, Bri, Kal and any that stood to his side, his other wing folding near and over Myst as his eyes returned once more to Anton and Ki. Nodding once more his lips did not move though within each mind near him the words of a echoing voice could be heard, " Harm not the blood of shadows or it's followers. Those that favor ill will to my family are blessed I have not found them yet, while those that bid good tidings are welcome within my wings from those that have betrayed the old way."
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Brielae « Reply #31 on: August 14, 2006, 08:43:14 pm »
As she was led out of the fire, her eyes did leave the man that looked so incredibly familiar. She did not know where Myst was taking her, but it seemed that she was being taken out of the fire she feared so much. IT only reminded her of the fire of her home, her fear well founded. Screams echoed in her head unlike any she had heard since. Though Brielae was not necessarily innocent, she certainly was not nearly as tainted by the chaos as her stepmother and her sister. OF course it was her inheritance so to speak that she might eventually learn as they did, but it all depended on if her father would ever teach her. When she found him in Camelot, she had hoped that it would lead to a good and healthy relationship between them. Yet he left shortly after, and again she had gone without her father for several years. Would this cycle never end? This was where the bitterness she felt and some of the anger she felt came from. Myst wished for Brielae to forgive her father, but such forgiveness would be difficult to give if as she thought, her father had left her to pursue his dreams and his life without her.
Suddenly then, Myst kissed her cheek, a loving kiss only a mother could give before pushing her in the direction of her sister. Of course she went, to scared by the fire to want to look back. Her sister took her hand and led her to stand by the dragon as Raine spoke of a bounty on their family line that she had never been warned about. Her anger grew. Did they all think her so incapable of protecting herself all of a sudden when she had cared for herself for many years on her own without them? They all had some skewed vision that if they hid her, she would be safe. And despite her sister saying otherwise, Bri knew how they felt about her compared to them. She didnt know what they knew, she had not partook in that part of her blood therefore she was not nearly as prepared for the threat of a bounty like they were. Suddenly she felt very alone even surrounded as she was.
IT was then that she heard Kal speak. Though there was much anger and betrayal and sadness in her eyes, she gave him a soft smile. "Ai eis caelia ais sar air shar o tael. Air air kyr sai me o." (I am healthy if that is what you mean. It is good to see you.) Before she thought to continue, Rances mud slide went towards the tavern. However it was stopped by the Shadow man in a brilliant display of power. Automatically she moved closer to the dragon, placing a hand upon his shiny scales, leaning into his protective embrace.
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:38:42 GMT
Myst « Reply #32 on: August 14, 2006, 09:05:36 pm »
Inky black pools quickly darted about as people moved about and even more people seemed to seep out from all directions. Sybill being stopped by Kiante brought a faint smirk to crimson lips. It appeared even with all the change in time not much had actually changed. Brielae and Kalannar were looked to briefly as they stood near Raine and talked privately amongst themselves; Brielae visibly upset about the news that before now was foreign to her. Next, Rance was watched carefully, his actions though good causing a low rumbling growl to escape the depths of her being; a growl that would stop short as the balefire caught her attention for a short moment. Crimson lips once again tainted with a smirk and inky black pools fell upon the newest arrival (TheGreyMan) and his horse. He was tall, skin weathered, and lines visible at the creases of his eyes; now etched to memory. Moving on her gaze fell upon Kiante and Anton, Anton’s words were noted, yet no reply would escape her lips in return. Only when the Dragon pulled her closer would lids close and her form curl as close as she could. She was tired and a moment of rest was needed. The Dragon’s words were all that needed to be answered, no longer had she any questions, no longer had she any replies. Now it was time to wait.
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Kiante « Reply #33 on: August 14, 2006, 09:31:38 pm »
Kiante listened to Raine knowing that she took very seriously the duty to her family. "There is a difference between self punishment and duty to feel what you have to. I know you know the difference. You do not have to feel what she is feeling." She was surprised Myst had not spoken to Raine about taking on the pain, that it was needless for her to suffer it. Raine was letting herself feel Mysts pain perhaps as a punishment on herself. Raine felt a great deal of guilt for a great deal of things and like Myst she let her emotions and overexaggerated stubbornness take hold and cause her to act far from rationally. "I understand well why she would be suspicious. I only wish to alleviate her fears, for as I have always been and always will be her freind. I did my best to convince Kalyssien to stop the bounty on your family, but there was not much I could do. My hands were tied," She paused, the hurt evident upon her features, "More than you know my freind."
Her attention was then drawn to the pipsqueek Sybill. She merely smiled softly as the tiny priestess gasped in astonishment. Perhaps the young woman did not ever expect to see the HIgh Priestess of Avalon. Yet here she was. Kiante meant no harm to the woman, she merely wished to keep Sybill from stumbling into the situation and causing a great deal of trouble, likely more by accident than intention.
But nothing could keep Kiantes eyes from the Balefire as it rose. IT had been many a year since the last time she had seen such a sight. Who was the mysterious form in the middle of the now black flames? It reminded her much of the old times when Camelot was much more about family and loyalty than it was now. IT stung her heart to feel so distant from the once virtues of the golden city. Perhaps under UTher it would become so once again, an icon of love, peace, and brotherhood. She turned slightly and took Antons hand in her own as the dragon spoke to them both. "Come my love, we are welcome." Though neither Anton nor Kiante needed protection, it was an honor to be extended such.
Once she reached the spot under the dragons wings where Raine stood, she let go of Antons hand to approach Myst slowly and kneel upon the ground close to her. A look of deep concern and love came to her face, she was nearly transparent with her emotions for Myst to see. "Myst, I cannot begin to express how sorry I am that I have not been to see you."
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Raine « Reply #34 on: August 14, 2006, 10:05:03 pm »
Gave Brielae and Kalannar time to talk amongst themselves, offering only a nod of her head in the direction of Kalannar. He appeared kind and very concerned for Brielae; her hand sliding away from what was only moments before Brielae’s death grip.
Looking to Rance, she only watched the water, rock, and dirt mix and raise into the air before its attack on the tavern; an attack that would be stopped by the rising of bale fire from the shadow man that stood within the depths of the tavern. A nod offered to that of the man of shadow before her attention turned to yet another spectator. This man… she wouldn’t know if he was from the area or passing through, though should she have to guess, he was new and from the looks of his gear and horse he was also very tired. Another nod, this one in the direction of the stranger and her attention moved across the others that were gathered just as the Dragon’s wing rose to shelter her from the elements.
However, it would be the words of Kiante that caused all else to fall still. “Not feel that which pains her? How interesting, I wish I would have thought of that myself.” She thought, such thoughts dripping with sarcasm. Deciding to let it go, onyx pools watched on as Kiante went to her mother and knelt down, speaking her apologies.
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Sybill « Reply #35 on: August 16, 2006, 08:45:22 am »
*Indeed she found it quite awkward to bump into her former boss, the High Priestess of Avalon. Except for a small nervous sigh, she remains silent until Kiante’s attention is drawn elsewhere. The lil’ twerp remains where she stands, staying silent and letting the group resolve their issues partly because they all seriously need this time to themselves, and partly due to her own embarrassment. Being a Priestess of Avalon, booted from Camelot, and eventually settling down in a small town as the local School Teacher could be looked upon as a bit of a de-promotion. She has ran so far and long from her past—as Bri would know she rarely speaks of it and is very evasive about the details….yet it seems that everything has suddenly caught up with her. Fortunately for her, luck is on her side for Kiante’s seems to have much more important issues to deal with that the moment, and that suits Sybby just fine. She can’t leave this place without Bri, yet she can’t interfere with her roommates personal business at the moment—so she merely waits at the ‘side lines’, hoping everything resolves itself soon…..*
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Kalannar « Reply #36 on: August 20, 2006, 04:32:26 pm »
Kal smiled kindly at Brielae's words. Oblivious to the balefire or the voices that came flooding back into his mind for a only a brief moment, lost in himself how he might explain his actions. Alas, he could not...All he could offer was his usual warm smile, in it his silent apologies. The flux of the intense blast of balefire brought him back to his senses, otherwise he might have found it difficult to move. The wing of the massive dragon stretched outward and offered a shield from that which was going on around them. He was unsure at first, but felt no harm in the dragons offerings. Soon Kal was within the safety of the powerful wing with the others, feeling no less safe there than any other place.
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:38:45 GMT
Rance « Reply #37 on: August 20, 2006, 08:15:08 pm »
Rance stood there knee's bent his arms extended out infront of him palms faceing the tidal wave. Through the shadows he heard the no but he couldnt stop what he just did. His arms went weak as they fell to his sides. His legs straighten them selfs as he stood straight. No words came form him as the tidal wave touched the balefire completly wipeing the wave out. He chuckled lightly to himself shakeing his head slowly. Both his hands clapped together as he pulled the rings off his fingers and tucked them safely back into his cloak. About this time he heard the dragons lil speech and it only made him chuckle alil more. The tavern was taken care of which meant everything should be well. He could help but feel usless but he wasnt going to say anything or let his emotions get the best of him a second time. He walked to the right past the dragon and the rest of the people huddleing under his wings. Rance simply bent his knees and leaped into the nearst tree. He leaped from branch to branch with brilliant movement for a blind man and landed at the highest branch that was sturdy enough to hold his weight. There he sat his back leaning agaisnt the tree trunk his left leg daggling torwards the ground his right bent up on the branch. His head leaned back as he chuckled to hismelf once again.
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The Grey Man « Reply #38 on: September 13, 2006, 08:47:43 pm »
Morgan takes in the scene before him and pasues in his approach. He reaches out without looking and gently reaches out his right hand to lay it on Dover's nose. The big horse stops calmly and stays put while Morgan takes a couple steps forward. He takes in all those standing in the square, the Dragon he stares at for a moment until the balefire erupts and his right eye flashes blue for a brief moment as both eyes narrow. Mummbles under his breath, "What the hell have I landeed in..." and wipes his brow. He sighs and waits a few moments for things to settle down.
A polite cough behind his hand. "Exscuse me, I see there has been some trouble. I poologize for interupting but is there some place a traveler might find a room and stable for a night, or two, or four?" His raised eyebrows and slight lopsided smile convey and air of polite contrition.
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Thomas Haland « Reply #39 on: September 17, 2006, 03:53:27 pm »
Seeing the smoke across the horizon, he gives Angel a kick and gallops ahead to the site of the disaster. He leans in close to his stead, pulling her in guidance, as he watches the billows grasp for the heavens. Thomas is surprised when a dragon swoops down, but still the site is hidden from view by the terrain. As he gets nearer, atop the last of the hills separating him from what looks to be a village, Angel rears up and shrieks as balefire lights up the sky. He blinks, not having seen such magic in years. He almost feels the call to pull back on the reigns and turn about, but fear has never been a feeling he has much submitted to. Kicking Angel again he stirs her to head towards the balefire, smoke, and dragon, which seem to be gathering around a small group of peasants. Thomas cannot tell what is going on, but feels danger is imminent and running away is never an option. But he'll keep it in mind...
Drawing near he slows his gallop to a trot and stays back a bit, not to intrude, but still curious to the strange occurances. He reaches down to his low-slung hand crossbows, strapped to his mid-thighs, just to reassure himself that everything is going to be alright. A grin crosses his face a bit and he feels relieved upon touching the smooth wood of their stocks. He slows to a walk and then stops the stead a few yards from the peasants, still staying a bit away from the dragon. From atop his mount he inspects the damage, the persons around, and the village. Having seen another man ride up before him, he suspects he is not going to be the only to happen upon this scene, and so he speaks:
"Is everyone alright here?" He asks with passive concern in his voice. They all look fine, and he's definately seen worse, so the question is more formality than genuine feeling.
"I saw the smoke rising from across the hilltops and came to see what happened." That part was all the truth, and as simple as it would get. Looking between several faces he awaits a response.
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Rebekka « Reply #40 on: September 26, 2006, 09:37:22 pm »
((TAG RANCE))
The mother coughed and held her daughter close hiding beneath the tree and letting a small squeal escape as something lunged into the tree above her. Thinking it another creature like the dragon she cowers over her daughter to protect the 7 year old. From above the man int he tree would see chestnut tresses flowing loose and wind blown to the hips of a well proportioned woman. Her protective gesture over the child would give her body a soft blue glow she seemed oblivious too. Anyone with magesight would see a glimmer of a blue dragon envelope her and the child in large whispy almost ethereal wings.
Once she realized the thing above her <<Rance>> was not going to leap down and devour her, she straightened and the blue glow would fade.
The little girl looks up at her mother and whispers. "I am cold mommy... I want to go home..." Her soft pitiful whine letting those in hearing know it had been a long trip.
"I know kitten. We will find the shop and a place to sleep if not. I just," she looked around. The smoke had disoriented her and she bit her lip trying to remain brave as mothers are supposed to be. "I just don't know where to go kitten. Here take my cloak." The woman removed her large tattered cloak exposing a dress that may have been quite fine some time ago, but time and travel had worn its hem and the material to a soft worn wear. Covering the girl the mother held her close to her leg and looked around whispering to no one in particular. "I only wish I knew where the Silver Needle was... I am sure it's still standing..." She sighed and closed her eyes leaning heavily on the tree a moment as she rested.
They were so tired and the girl slid down to a ball of cloaks and long silver blonde hair to curl around her mother's feet tiredly. "I'm tired mommy."
The woman whispered nearly spent. "I know, Beth, I know." She slid down the tree as well and bundled the child to her lap protective and lovingly. She sighed once more and her mind whirled with desires and dreams she could only hope would come true.
Rebekka De'Lioness Bekka the Lion and Elizabeth
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:39:01 GMT
Anton « Reply #41 on: September 27, 2006, 09:38:13 pm »
Anton shivered as he felt the wave of power that created the balefire, he could feel the energy that came from it and resisted the urge to reach out with his own power and push it away. He shook his head and heard the dragon speak of protecting and of betrayals. It would be a simple thing to sit outside and let his pride keep him there, but that wouldn’t be right and he knew it. Anton really didn’t think he needed anyone’s protection he had been surviving for a very long time without having to do that. Turning his head slightly he looked over to Ki and took a long deep breath then shut his thoughts down tighter so only she could know them.
Looking over to the little one that caught Kiante’s attention Anton smiled briefly before following Ki under the dragons wings. It felt strange to be doing this but if she felt it was right then he would go along with it. Closing his eyes Anton shivered slightly as he pushed a bit of energy over his arms as Ki moved away from him and went over to Myst.
Turning a bit when he felt the entrance of someone new Anton shifted in his stance and laid a hand across a pommel and whispered to the one near the big horse [Morgan] ”There is a place near the center of the village that has rooms and a place for your horse. I don’t think they will mind how long you stay as long as you can pay.” It took a lot to hold still under the wings of the dragon and not sense the rolling energies that were swirling about. Anton could feel his own dragon awake and start to stir. It wasn’t something he was ready to do in front of everyone and so he fought to control it as much as he could.
He heard the passive question from another [Thomas] then and his hand tightened slightly before replying “Everything is ok here, none of us are hurt. “ Anton left out the small fact that there were a few healers among the little group and if it was to much for them then more could be called.
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Vhid « Reply #42 on: October 02, 2006, 12:16:29 am »
Dragon : Feeling the soft touch of Bri upon his side, though his scales were a natural armor the touch went more towards his soul then towards his being. His head rose up, nostrils flareing as the air was suddenly filled with strange scents, those he'd not met. Turning his massive head only slightly he took in the visage of Morgan and his shaggy mount, and took in the approuch of Thomas. Turning toward the sound of a child his slitted eyes watched Rebbeka care for her young. Looking down to his own Bri and Raine he snorted slightly, not in a distasteful way but in a curious almost smiling fashion some dragons give. Turning his head once more toward the stars his massive jaws parted slightly, the thrum and monotone deep hum that came from his very being would cause the ears to almost vibrate slightly as he called upon certain elements of the night, of the shadows, and most of all of his birthright, nightmares, to invoke in Kiante, Rance, and Anton a vision. Any susceptable to the magics of Clarvoiance, far sight, or anything dealing with visions in a trance like state would be highly at risk of seeing such sights as well. Nothing harmful or evil was meant as these visions would dance before the periferal mind. Shadow : Stepping from the ash and rubble, the last flickers of Balefire leaving his form, the dark man with stars for eyes stepped forth to the group, his steps charing the very ground he touched as he slid around the group, almost flanking them to a point where one way led to the dragon, the other way led to him. Flickering brightness showed the blinking of the darkness, his voice coming in a echoing fashion like before as the visions of the dragon were bestowed upon those choosen and those with the talent to percieve, " Behold that with which your kingdom has given one who would sacrifice all for her safety. Look upon the very choice your council has made, and know even now that the blessing of the Abyss resides deep within my very mind and body, threatening to consume my concious thoughts. I live on." Vision :Swirling darkness of a liquid form rippled and writhed in a vast lake, the vantage of this view was a Precipus which jutted out from the grayish ashy shores of the lake into the very center. Turning from the view a man, huge in stature and as dark as the Abyss itself stood. Hammer swings from a gloved hand shot sparks of white and ebony into the skies as before him upon a anvil and a forge raging with balefire was a sword in almost complete opposition of Excalibur. Upon his back was sheathed this sword, and a sword of equal recognizable quality, the sword of his wifes own gift to him. Looking out upon the banks of the lake all around were skeletal armies fighting to hold at bay beasts of a perverse and nasty nature, a large framed skeleton stood at the pathway up to this foundry and to the man known as Vladamere screaming, " They're breaking through, we can't hold them much longer M'lord!!!" The gaunt look on Vlad's face showed he needed more time and that the fatigue of years of battle were raging on his very core. Screams errupted upon the very field as a hellish hound burst forth up the path and lunged at the one known as Vlad, caught off gaurd he was thrown from the edge with the beast and plunged down towards the Abyss. Upon hitting the surface, the beast burst into flames of darkness, Vlad sank as if into molassis and Excalibur vanished in blinding light upon the surface and was gone from Vlad.
The vision would then sweep over the lands known as Chaos, every mile filled with armies fighting until a large palace was shown, the perverse army battering down at the gates and scaling the walls, skeletal forms fighting at the ramparts and drow casting magics at the beasts. Upon the towers a banner flew, a silver dragon in battle stance, angel wings behind it upon the black of the banner. A huge archway bearing the word, 'Camelot' stood high and proud as did it's sister not far from the kingdom of camelot itself. These skeletal forms and this war were waged to protect the very gate of Camelot.
Suddenly the war would change and warble to that of Camelot. The large man standing within it's halls before a man named Kalyssen, the words of the new kings decision for Vlad to be warlord and the thoughts and history recorded that Vlad had been accused of being a traitior and a very price placed upon his family and his own head. Then the vision would shift slightly, to a time where the same two talked in a library, where Kalyssen would state Vlad was not fit for the position with his flareing temper and the very instability of his thoughts.
throughout this last bit of the vision it could be seen Vlad's own mind was not entirely well, the very abyss was screaming for blood. and the last words as the visions would totally fade would say in Vlad's own voice, " I will not show you what the Abyss took from me or what it tortured me with for those hundreds of years I spent in her womb Only know that I was born once more changed, and still not totally sure I stand upon these lands or whether I reside within her womb still."
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:39:10 GMT
Thomas « Reply #43 on: October 02, 2006, 09:34:32 am »
Thomas nods to the man (Anton) as he continues to take in the stunning scene. The mysterious strange talk of the beings near the site where the smoke continues to billow forth he listens to, still not sure if he understands what is going on. Angel feels nervous under his heel, he understands why. In such displays of power and force even a stead so faithful as her would have cause for fear. He slings his leg over and dismounts Angel, taking the reins in hand and petting her nuzzle as he gently breathes softly through his lips, a low whistle to calm her. Mostly inaffective. The horse is terrified of the dragon.
In his mind he replays similar scenes of destruction, of smoke rising from the horizon. He has seen the ravagings of fire before. He has known it. There were times that he was within the inferno, gasping for air. Fighting to get out of the horrid trap. Battling with every last strained breath vicious monsters that had already taken from him that which is valued most. He has dragged out bodies from the crumbling pyres of what he had once called a home. At sunrise he has found himself digging, mud and grim upon his hands and brow, shallow graves for the ones that didn't make it past the beasts, not even to face the flames. He has riden out across the serene meadows, ignorant of the night's transgressions, and turned back to see the billows clawing for the heavens. And tears have rolled down his pale, puffed cheeks, tears he has already been crying, tears that came until there is no more left to fall. For he has not known it once, no, he has lost it all twice, and all that he is stands in a pool of crimson blood in a lost cave.
He looks back to the greeter (Anton) as a queried look crosses his face. His lips open for a moment and the words do not come as fast as he would have thought, but eventually they find their way past his throat.
"Kind sir, pray tell me what has happened here today. For I seem to have wandered across a most peculiar site. What has met its end in flame?"
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Brielae « Reply #44 on: October 02, 2006, 10:01:54 pm »
How could they have kept from her the fact that her life was in danger? No one of her family mentioned it in any time they had spoken with her. IT was not that they wished to protect her, it was that they did not think about her at all. Raine had hidden from her for many months. Her father had been elsewhere, only the gods could know where. And Myst had become quite the introvert these last few months leaving Bri without family of any kind. Here they were, not to see her so much as they were hear to answer some call she couldn’t hear coming from Myst? She could be no more than a bystander to them, it wouldn’t matter. She was no more important than a random stranger. Again the feelings of being incredibly orphaned came to her like a brick wall smashing into her. Intense loneliness left her breathless as she leaned into the dragon.
Even Kalannars kind smile did little to offset the isolation she felt. Myst had become half catatonic. Raine was venting anger onto the Lady of the Lake. Everyone’s eyes were on the dragon and the shadow man. Most didn’t have a clue what was happening. Hell, she didn’t know if she did. For someone who had not had family for the past 70 years, she felt awfully hurt by their disregard for her at all. One could even call it indifference towards her. There she stood, looking rather haphazard. Her fear of fire had effected her some during the attempts made by her and the rest of the town to save the tavern. IT had worn her down from stress and near panic. Even though Myst had kept her safe while she was dragged into the fire, the flames had licked her clothing before that occurrence, singing the beautiful peach fabric around her ankles. The dress for the spring picnic had been ruined, though it didn’t matter much to her. Sprigs of ebony hair were strewn out of place making her look unkempt and tired. Every part of her body ached from the huge buckets of water she had lifted. Yet her power (what she can easily tap into) was nothing compared to any one of her family.
IT was then she noticed the two newcomers to their small town. Both seemed pleasant enough though probably thought everyone here was a bit on the loony side with all they might have seen. She could only imagine what this looked like to a pair of strangers. The smile her father (Dragon) Gave her really didn’t register, as he was the first dragon she had ever seen. She thought it an odd noise and blinked in confusion.
Then when she was just about to just leave, frustrated at the situation completely, the vision came. She understood the vision to be of her father, fighting on behalf of Camelot and then being turned on at the end. She knew nothing of the Abyss, what it was or what it did. She didn’t understand what her fathers words meant. As much as she desired to love her father, she didn’t know if it was even possible for him to love her or if he would wish to. Protection of family was a duty, but loving them wasn't. For a moment, she lifted her head to look upon the dragon, soaking in the memory of it. Her father had a daughter, one he was very proud of. That daughter stood not ten feet from Bri, with streaks of white in her hair and the blood of Chaos within her. He had a wife, who apparently needed his attention far more than a daughter he didn’t know had lived a terrible fire until several years ago.
Bri sighed softly, gave a glance to the shadow man who perhaps was also her father in another way, and then walked away too worn and tired to try to be something for them they did not want. She left the protective circle of her fathers wings and made her way down the main street. Seeing Sybill several steps into that walk, she approached her. “Sybill, would you be kind enough to escort these men to the Lodge? Ill walk with you until we get to the shop, then you can take them the rest of the way?” She turned to Morgan and Thomas. “Welcome to our town. The Lodge is a great place to stay. Rance Dark owns it. There are stables for your horses next door but noone works there at the moment, so you will need to tend your horses your self. My humblest apologies, we are still growing. Sybill is our school teacher and will kindly answer any questions you may have about our town.” All Brielae wanted was her warm bed. She actually weaved a tiny bit before catching herself.
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