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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:39:19 GMT
Myst « Reply #45 on: October 02, 2006, 11:01:52 pm »
Inky black pools continued to move about, taking in faces and movements of the others that stood around now. Blinking, her gaze shifted to Kiante as she knelt down in front of her. Emotion flooded Kiante’s face, though none would be offered in return by Myst. She was but a shell, nothing more resided within, at least nothing that would wake at this moment in time.
In silence her gaze would catch movement, even more faces she had not seen before continued to appear. Remaining nestled beside the dragon where she knew she was warm and safe, lids closed for a moment before glancing to see the “Shadow” flank the group.
Standing, unaware of the vision being shared with Kiante, Anton, and Brielae for she already knew what took place and had felt the pain of all that had been lived through, she looked to the dragon and leaned in placing a kiss to his scaly side before she stepped away. Wings of ebony fanned out behind her as she slowly moved to stand before the “Shadow”. He was Vladamere, a side of him she had only seen glimpses of in the past. In a gesture “The Shadow”, “The Dragon”, and herself would more then likely be the only ones to understand, she leaned in and softly placed a kiss to his lips and then made her way back to her spot and nestled beside “The Dragon”. However, before becoming comfortable Brielae would be spotted as she began to make her way away from the group… a heavy sigh the only sound escaping her lip
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Kiante « Reply #46 on: October 02, 2006, 11:32:06 pm »
So Raine let the matter drop, at least on the surface, but it was very likely that she did as she always had, she kept it seething below until she just blew up. Kiante had merely wanted to help, but it seemed that Raine didn’t want it. She wanted to punish herself for whatever reason might come to her mind. With Raine it could be one of a hundred different reasons. Kiante had once been friend to Raine. Now it seemed only anger, resentment and self pity ruled the women. It was sad to see Raine like she was, and just as sad to see Myst like she was. Kiante felt surrounded by them. There was no hiding from their emotions unless Kiante wished to completely shut herself off from everyone. That only happened in the most rare of circumstances. Empathy, she believed was a gift.
As Myst sat saying nothing, Kiante looked around to make sure no one else was hurt by the fire that had engulfed the old tavern. Myst was by no means the hugging type, so Kiante didn’t even try that approach, but she did place her hand on Mysts until Myst got up to approach the shadow man. She couldn’t help the newcomers, as she had never lived here, but it seemed Bri already was set to the task. The poor girl looked like she needed days of sleep and Kiante could feel her hurt about her family yet would not reveal that she could. Kiantes main concern was Myst.
Vlad sent out the vision to them so she could see the betrayal of Camelot. She knew he did not mean to make her feel guilty for it, but it did. She had loved Kalyssien and had hoped to help him to make Camelot better. However her pain at his choosing to rule instead of her relationship with him rather than coinciding it was so great she had to take her leave for a time. And then at the end she had not known the extent of his wrongs until it was far too late and she had lost him to eternal death. Even his soul was captured. Still it was something that haunted her, not being able to put his soul at rest. Seeing Kalyssien make the wrong decision by Vlad only made her feel guilty and conflicted. She would have rather had a peaceful thought of Kalyssien than one of his time at Camelots throne. Yet it seemed that no one would let the memory of him die so that she could heal.
She turned to Anton. He would feel her grief and sadness. She knew that no one meant to affect her so. Very few knew of the epic love she and Kalyssien had shared, much less of his death. Their anger towards him was certainly deserved. And by no means did she wish to forget anything. She simply shook her head and lowered it hoping Vlad did not blame her for Kalyssiens actions. It would be wrong of him to do so, but then, that didn’t stop most people.
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Raine « Reply #47 on: October 03, 2006, 06:10:32 pm »
Would say no more, there was no point. People were out to serve their own purposes instead of getting to the root of the problem. Myst needed more then what she was getting at the moment and if nobody was willing to listen then she wasn’t about to share what would only fall on deaf ears.
Sighing, onyx pools darted about for a moment catching sight of Myst kissing the shadow. Quickly a brow arched and a smirk filled her features as she moved closer to The Dragon, though as the new comer spoke and Brielae made her way away from the group her attention was pulled in that direction. Tilting her head she watched on in amazement, yet said absolutely nothing. It was not her place too. Her place was to be here and listen, help when needed. Though the walls of Wallachia were beginning to be greatly missed as the moments passed and she bore witness to many a thing that even she herself didn’t try to begin to answer.
Yet again, a sigh that would more then likely be heard by all escaped her lips upon reaching The Dragons side. Pulling herself up upon his back; strategically placing her hands and feet in the right spots to keep her from slipping off or even cutting her hands on the ebony scales. Midway up his side she whispered softly in regards to the kiss gave The Shadow…”It appears that Mother is accepting of all of you.” Falling silent, she finished her climb until she sat comfortable on his back. It had been ages since she had been so ‘tall’!
With a small shudder as she thought on the last little while she then sat back and watched all that went on below, content to remain silent and watchful until the time for her to return to Wallachia would arrive; the mental note already made to prepare chambers for Myst as she would need the rest once all was settled here.
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:39:26 GMT
Syrus « Reply #48 on: October 03, 2006, 09:52:43 pm » Continued from: www.xeneth.net/AWA/index.php?topic=139.0Leaving from his house with little haste and panic, he had prepared his weapons, and pulled tight the bracers over his wrists that gave his unwieldy strength a more capable control, and a new addition to his ensemble would be a plain steely longsword, sheathed in a scabbard upon his back, it's shiny blade tucked away, and unknicked wholly. There was not a scratch on it, as if it had never been used, for in truth it had been over a century since Knox had wielded any swords besides his magical blade, Oblivion, forged by his father and held so dear to the man Knox used to be, it would be left behind this time, but could be called upon at any time through the proper preperations. The unfeeling waltz of Knox' slow movement toward the scene of the fire would make ever more evident his withdrawal from the people, as anyone caring, compassionate, or with any sympathy would have rushed to aid the victims of the fire and tried to stop it as best they could, and true, would Knox have been made to come earlier perhaps he could have assisted in halting the fire in his own way enough to preserve some husk of this unrecognizable building. Knox would cautiously approach from the forest's protection, coming into view of the tavern from the opposite side of the smoldering wood, though to anyone paying attention, or with any magical potential, he would be easily sensed, and his stealthful approach would be a waste. It seemed necessary only in that the assortment of creatures in this village seemed to point to it being more than he had suspected. A few faces in the crowd he actually recognized from what seemed like a past life of his own, but many would simply be a blur as Knox examined the actual damage to the building, and not the egos of it's owners, tenants, and customers. With a flick of his wrist his cloak would shift while he bent down to one knee, picking up a shard of ash-covered glass. As he rubbed a bit of the soot from the partially melted glass, he would see that it was what used to be a rather expensive brandy, probably housed in the back somewhere, away from the bustle of the main bar. A shame such a waste would befall good alcohol, but for any other tragedy taking place here, he would feel little remorse. On the inside, he could sense his own unfeeling and harsh attitude toward his fellow man, and it pained him, but outwardly, while no one could see his face it was nothing short of expressionless. What could possibly ever become of a man who has lost his soul...? « Last Edit: October 07, 2006, 04:46:33 pm by Syrus » ** Sybill « Reply #49 on: October 07, 2006, 08:52:07 am » *Step one, step two, step three, step four, step five….turn on heel and repeat. The diminutive woman paces at the ‘side-lines’ frustrated and nervous, merely waiting—for what she isn’t sure just yet. She doesn’t want to stay here, she finds herself terribly uncomfortable around all these extremely ‘tense’ people, yet she knows she just cannot up and leave Brielae behind either…….and thus she paces. Step one, step two, step three, step four, step five… Turn on heel and repeat… Step one, step two, step three, step four, step five… Then it happens! Brielae emerges from the group heading her way. With a slight gasp of being slightly startled she straightens up swiftly and looks attentive as the woman calls her name. Listening carefully to Bri’s instruction she nods her head, “Yes Ma’am, as you wish.” She then looks towards the two men, Morgan and Thomas, and raises her small hand to motion for them to follow. Thus, she turns on heel yet again, this time not to pace, but to stroll down the street and to lead them to the lodge. Moving along beside Bri she smooths out the skirt of her dress and speaks softly to her roommate, “You don’t look so good, Ma’am…maybe you should lay down when you get home?” She then, in that high pitched squeaky voice of hers, speaks up so Morgan and Thomas can hear her, “Okie dokie, I’m Sybill, as Miss Brielae stated….uhm..if you’ve any questions, don’t hesitate to ask, ok?” * ** Rance « Reply #50 on: October 07, 2006, 04:09:55 pm » Rance leaned his head back against the tree as he tried to relax but out of nowhere he could hear words beneath him then a scent of a woman and the soft breaths of a small child. His head lifted slowly as he tilted his head downwards listening to the woman speak. She was lost but was so close to her destination the silver needle. He slowly lifted himself to stand apon the branch he was sitting on. His cloak fludder around him as if it was alive. Suddenly he stepped off the branch falling straight down as he landed close by the woman and her child. "Do not be frightend mylady"With these words he bowed sweeping his cloak behind him with his hand as he did so. "My name is Rance Dark and I couldnt help but hear your words of the silver needle" He straighten slowly leting his cloak once again close around him the hood was of course up hideing his features. If anyon seem to look at him theyw ould see nothing but darkness within the hood and if they listened all they would hear is a deep voice emerging from that dark hole within the cloak. "The silve needle is just over that hill in the market area of the village." His hand slowly lifted as he pointed in the direction of the village. He smirked lightly as he could sense alil fear of the dragon which stood behind him. "Do not fear the dragon He's just a big kitten." His words ended quickly as a vision sent by the dragon begin to form within his mind. He turned his back to the women and child and begin to walk torwards the dragon. As he walked away he spoke clearly to the two. "Go Now" with that he thought nothing of them as he was lost within the vision but he never stoped walking untill he stood infront of the dragon his hooded head tilted upwards as if stareing at the dragon. "Why did you not call for me brother?" As the vision ended his hand clenched tilghtly into a fist as a low growl came from under the hood but he said nothing else he simply stood there watching the vision over again. ** Rebekka « Reply #51 on: October 07, 2006, 06:40:33 pm » Bekka nearly screamed as the man in the cloak landed beside her and Beth. Cradling the girl closer, the soft blue glow of protection flared once more then faded once it perceived no threat. Beth dreew her small head out to look into the dark recesses of the cloak hood trying to perceive the man behind the dark talk. As the man walked away, Bekka rose to thank him managing to murmur it though unsure if he heard. When he called back over his shoulder for her to go now, she fairly leapt in fright and began to herd Beth towards the mentioned hill in a hurry. Beth called out thank you, like a trusting child would and complained at being shoved. "He was nice, mama. Wasn't he?" "Yes, dear, very nice." Bekka assured her though her heart wasn't in it. When the visions hit everyone, Bekka felt nothing. Her unconsciously wrought shields protected her, but the little girl saw the images and whimpered cowering closer to her mom. Mistaking the shudder and whimper as fear of the dragon they skirted, she lifted the almost too big girl and caressed her hair crooning soft nonsense to her. When she reached the top of the hill, she chanced a backwards glance and spied a man {Syrus} apart from the others as if not quite belonging there. She bit her lip as he began walking once more and she scurried to hurry her and the little girl away from the fray and into what she felt was the safety of the city. <<continued in SILVER NEEDLE as "Coming Home at Last">>
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:39:46 GMT
Syrus « Reply #52 on: October 07, 2006, 07:09:40 pm »
With a final gaze around he would observe as visions took hold in the minds of a few of the others, their eyes blanking for a short time. Whatever the visions were, they weren't good, and he could not perceive them, as if they were not meant for him. He felt a sudden surge of energy and turned to face the tree across the burnt building in time to see a draconic figure drop down and a shield being thrown up against him. Though there were no screams at the energy quickly ebbed and disappeared completey, it struck Knox that a relatively powerful magical technique had been thrown up due to the will of a small child. He was neither impressed nor fearing that maybe the adults were as advanced, and seasoned in their age. In his time with them he could sense that he was by far not the strongest presence around this place, but his aura was different from the others and he could sense it. Each of these people had their own story since his stay at the castle, and were changed now. Perhaps not as much as Knox, who had undertaken a drastic reformation since his days under Ertai.
His gaze fixed back upon the small group and the dragon stalking away toward the main group of people. He eyed the three as one of them turned and caught a glance at him from across the fire, fear bubbling from her aura. To anyone watching him it would almost seem a criminal returning to the scene of the crime. And those ignorant to the cause of the fire might blame him out of pure unknowing. But at any rate, he wasn't going to stick around to find out what was going on. He began to write a note with some things he pulled from the sack beneath his cloak and scribbled a list of things as if an order form was being completed. He sealed the letter with his own mark and used two strange talismans to port them off magically to parts unknown, disappearing almost as subtley as he would soon after disappear back into the blackness of the forest...following the three females back to town.
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Rebekka « Reply #53 on: October 09, 2006, 06:29:50 pm »
<<from the Silver Needle COMING HOME AT LAST... needed to be posted here for possible reactions>>
From over the hill in the city a flicker of magic was building. Drawing from the elements of dark and shadow the power would grow to a peak then flare slightly before fading.
Someone with untrained, raw magic was pulling for something big, but it seemed to fail so the magics once more settled into balance as much as they were.
Had anyone reached for it, it came from the town and was from someone without the age or practice to leave a good following trail.
But it was indeed without question, there was a magic user at work.
<<<ooc...it was Beth in Silver Needle creating a flicker in the palm of her hand trying to imitate a fire ball she has seen light a room... it failed in her opinion so she let it go out and went on her way>>>
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The Grey Man « Reply #54 on: October 10, 2006, 11:52:32 pm »
Morgan's eyes widened for a moment as he took in all the happenings about. His right eye flickered in a subtle blue glow as the magics being used around him waxed and waned. Thinking to himself (Great, just what I need. A town full of uber mages, dragons, and over blown heros) as a slight meloncholy grin creases the warn skin of his face. As if responding to his very thoughts Dover snuffles and lightly stomps his right front hoof shaking his head and mane. Morgan nods his thanks to the man who spoke to him {Anton} and as Brielae aproaches he looks to her. He takes in her words but more he takes in the sight of her and the obvious distress she is displaying. He steps up to her and gently taking her elbow he wraps her arm over his in a gentlemanly gesture and turns to walk beside her with her left arm over his right and his left hand laying softly on her forearm giving support without making it obvious. He gives her his best "kindly old man" smile and says. "Why thank you young miss. I've traveled a long way and seeing a kind face such as yours has lifted my heart. With all that has seemed to have befallen your fine small town I'm surprised to see anyone concerned with a couple strangers." As they walk Morgan does his best to unobtrusivly observe the girl on his arm and he continues to speak of simple distractions. He takes in the layout of the town and nods smiling to Sybill. Dover turns and follows his friend keeping a few paces back but centered on Morgans back. His pace is plodding but contented. Even as his simple conversation continues to flow from him Morgan keeps thinking (oh what the hell have a stepped into now....)
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Anton « Reply #55 on: October 12, 2006, 12:50:29 pm »
Anton stood there watching as things moved around him so when one of the new comers asked him something [Thomas] he was opening his mouth to answer when the vision hit him and his mouth shut tight. The world around him faded away as the vision took over . Having some knowledge of this event from his old mentor Anton still wasn’t prepared to actually see it unfold. His natural response to finding himself someplace he knew little about was wrapping a shield around himself but when he didn’t sense any danger to himself he let that action pass for later when there might be a need for it. Seeing the battle wage on brought a growl to Anton’s lips and pushed his temper along more then he wanted to, he could feel his eyes slipping and reforming to reveal the dragon that lived deep inside him. Trying to step closer to the fighting Anton found he couldn’t move which only served to push him further into rage and brought with it crawling lightning over his arms as the growl dipped lower. Anton saw Vlad fall into the abyss and growled something that sounded like “No” but it was lost with a whisper as Excalibur disappeared and the vision shifted.
Chaos surrounded him and brought with it a shimmering ebony shield that flowed around him. It was a feeling of being trapped surrounded by something that shouldn’t be and yet Anton knew about the drow he knew what they could do. The banners and the word on the archway told him a lot and let him think clearer once more but it did nothing to temper his anger at the moment. Deep down he wanted to destroy everything that threatened that place and only a whisper in the back of his mind kept him from reaching deeper and pulling for powers inside that laid untouched.
The vision slipped once more and Anton blinked a few times seeing someone he knew. Making no move to get closer he just stood there and watched as things went on . Anton shook his head when the chose was made about Vlad, it was a discussion that was made to quickly to be right. Sometimes it takes a hot temper to get things moving the way they should be, because not everything can be solved with kind words. The last words seemed to echo through Anton’s mind as the vision faded away and he felt his hands clinched over the pommels of the blades strapped at his sides and the lightning that still crawled over his arms. He stood there and stared into Kiante’s eyes and saw the sadness there. Dragon eyes slowed slowly then opened once more with a nod of understanding. Lifting a hand to run through his hair Anton realized that even though he was just seeing something else everyone might have seen his reactions to the vision, it only bothered him a little bit so he let it go for now.
Anton turned his head slightly as a few people left but his temper was still running hot so if any words came forth he wasn’t going to speak them cause they wouldn’t come out right anyway. Then something happened that caught his attention for a moment, a flicker of power someplace close it felt untrained but strong. Anton leaned his head to the side and tried to think of who all could have done something like that. Only a few came to mind so he let it go and was going to make a point to check it out soon
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:39:55 GMT
Thomas « Reply #56 on: October 15, 2006, 08:55:50 am »
Thomas nods an uneasy grin, still confused by these people and whatever great power sleeps restlessly beneath their very noses and snouts. He turns to follow this Sybill, pulling Angel's reigns softly to guide her along with him. She had offered answers to questions, but he considered that he had too many thoughts and perhaps waiting til seated would be best for all those present.
Noticing Sybill's concern for this Brielae, he glances towards her to make sure she was alright. He could tell this wasn't her best day. Sybill could not have spoken more true than to suggest her to rest.
As he walks he glances to his left and right, taking in the town a bit. It had the homeliness of a long-lost land and serenity of a stolen somewhere. It seems forever since he had forgotten what such a place was. It would be a blessed relief to rest here a day or two he thought. Angel needs the rest more than he, at least physically. He could use such a stop for his mind.
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Kallanar « Reply #57 on: October 16, 2006, 12:07:33 am »
Kal felt helpless now. For as far back as he could remember, he had always strived to offer everything he could for those around him. In every instance he had always found a way to give aid or offer the right words. Now, there was nothing he could do. He was left to stand amongst the others and gaze idly about him in efforts to lend support. It caused his heart to ache, the thought of being surrounded by a constant turmoil and being powerless to help. He was confused, if nothing else. No knowledge of the events going on around him did he have. He knew but a small few of the people around him, and even less of what was being said.
Again the voices, again his head and scars throbbed. How pitiful he felt, unable to help even himself. For the first time in his life, he felt useless. In a sudden, dark realization, his arms fell slowly to his sides and the painful voices were lost to him. He gazed down at his hands, almost in disbelief that he could raise them to do nothing. The finely crafted Elven longsword at his side could do nothing, not even bring him some small measure of security. His gaze drifted to what was left of the tavern, smoke and ash floating away in the breeze. Memories floating away from his grasp... He felt a tug at his heart, and his aqua orbs were drawn towards the treeline that was so near. Mielikki, his dear goddess, called softly to him. He shook his head defiantly, then allowed his eyes to wander about the people around him. He could not leave them... 'Mielikki, give me strength...'
It was then that he noticed Bri had turned to make leave, obviously worn and tired after the days events. Perhaps his cause was not lost...perhaps there was something left for him to do, even if it was a simple expression of warmth... He turned to follow Bri, but on his second step he was caught short. His head throbbed once violently and exploded into a total disarray of memory. Voices, colors, places...all flashed so briefly and quickly in his minds eye, that it was simply distinguishable as an explosion of sounds and colors, no more. He missed a step and fell to his knees, his face locked in a grimace and his hands clenching at the sides of his head. "No..." He spoke the single word so defiantly, so plainly that not even he could deny it.
His hands clenched at the dirt beneath him, and he forced himself stubbornly to his feet. He felt as though he weighed a thousand pounds and the force on him was too great to overcome. Kal did not turn to Mielikki this time...He stood straight, immediately following as quickly as he could after Bri. Every footstep felt like a hundred, and the seconds felt like minutes, but he did not relent until he was near her. "Miss Brielae..." His voice felt strained and he heard the words echo in his mind. "Miss Brielae..." He said again.
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:40:14 GMT
Vhid « Reply #58 on: November 01, 2006, 10:57:59 pm »
(The views of this post do not reflect my views of the individuals whom have posted, nor do they reflect my opinions of the posts themselves. While many of his views are of course correct remember that while I may have misread a post it is most likely done on purpose due to a skewed perception of motives and human nature within my character. Any questions please message me and I will respond promptly.) Shadow : Stood motionless, still and every vigilant in his overseeing of the actions of those around him. His senses twinge at the influx of magic's around him, both innate abilities which would be considered abnormal but natural and those conjured by sheer will were layer bare before the eyes of the shadowed one. Emotion as well ran amuck in this grouping.
Brielae felt abandoned, jilted and wrong by her "exile" from the ways he saw as deceptive and harmful to his blood. She panged with sadness and felt somewhat the least favored of his children for she had little time with him. Tilting his head for but an instant he watched her as she did exactly what she was angered by, and left the family circle and the very embrace of his love and protection.
Anton, now this one was an interesting one indeed. He felt at first trapped by the images he foresaw, misunderstanding the true reasons for the vivid vision at first. He was a creature that apparently ran almost instinctually rather then with logic, trusting first his own quick reactions, in sharp contrast it seemed to one of discipline. The anger did not subside but rather remained eminent and almost oozing from his pores as he stood there within the afterglow of the vision. Shaking his head internally shadow felt it might be necessary to facilitate some other means of information exchange in future meetings.
Kiante, the once priestess of Avalon, now lady of the lake, council member and advisor of his once beloved kingdom of Camelot; This one reacted differently then expected as well, her very demeanor giving away her feelings without the need of extra-sensory perceptions. She felt guilty for the happenings, responsible for the course things had ridden. Though she attempted to mask it the posturing would remain, the look of a child ready to get scolded by their parents for a naughty deed.
Rance apparently had stopped all correspondence with a lost individual, and approached upon receiving the vision. He pondered curiously for a moment at how such a vision would appear to one that was blind, though casting such thought aside he moved on in his observations. Feeling the anger there as well: though a different sort then that of Anton's, he carefully checked his posturing. This one held fists at his sides and emitted a growl to the more docile of sides? How very interesting. His questioning as to why he had not been called to help was perhaps just but it also struck him as rather presumptuous.
Feeling the kiss suddenly he turned and regarded Myst's form, she was troubled by the events and was spared this vision as was Raine for they both knew as of recent what had occurred. Nodding only slightly no emotion could be discerned from the face for darkness hides it's secrets. Moving now toward the group the bombardment of a familiar magic struck him, the sense of one wielding a astounding about of magic's with such uncontrolled and seemingly untaught structure border lined on nothing short of his homeland, Chaos. Reaching out he touched upon the strands of power the youth had sapped from, and began to trace the area of this prodigy of shadow.
As his mind traced the patterns of the nether his form moved through the group keeping spacing from the others so as not to singe their garments or person. Slowly he came in the silence of shadow to stand behind the form of Rance, his words echoing through the shadows that would fill his mind, his vision and his thoughts, a chorus of languages both new and thought dead as he but barely whispered, " I called you not for the same reasons you would not call me if the same circumstances befell your homeland. We have noted in the past that our origins are similar and our lives weaved of the same fabric of the gods. Would you have me risk both of such a rare thread to an uncertain fate and damn the lands of nightmare and shadow? I suggest you not take such a growling angered tone with me though brother of shadow, for though we may be of the same thread I assure you that it will not be considered if I feel the need to cut into your existence."
As he had spoken his piece and done his deed it was no longer required that the separation of thought is embodied in two forms. His point was made and he had indeed seen all he needed. The shadow would instantly solidify, crystallizing almost as it shattered upon itself into nothingness, like the implosion of obsidian that would consume itself, and the sparks like that of stars would appear once more in the pupils of the dragon's eyes.
(End of shadow man posts) Dragon : Stood still thrumming until the vision would ebb and die down. Silence would once more accompany the group, deafening almost in absence to the sound of his constant reverberating thrum. Feeling the hand leave his side he would turn and regard Brielae leaving, her stature appearing almost defeated in some unknown purpose. Mentally shaking his head he resolved to find her once these other matters were finished and see what indeed was the cause of such behavior, especially when one she called mother needed the support of her children, even those of adopted nature. Turning once more toward the group his head stopped but a moment on the form of Kiante before feeling the kiss of Myst. Turning he raised a scaled lip, smiling at the kiss and puffing out the nostrils slightly as he winked with one massive eye. Turning now towards Kiante again he lowed his muzzle almost to the ground, his lips barely razing as he spoke in a thundering tremor of ancient tone, " I hold no ill will or thought of you Kiante, for your words and actions have spoke your part in this matter. I showed all of you these things to dissolve a historical imperfection. I was labeled a traitor for my actions and thought to have abandoned a kingdom, when in fact if I had not left it would have only been a matter of time before that ungrateful land would have fallen to a horde more massive then that you saw. Raise your head for that is not in keeping with your title nor your nature Kiante, for had I blamed you for any of this I would most certainly have destroyed you and your companion without so much as a word when I arrived, and I would not have welcomed you and he beneath my wings." Raising his head from the ground he turned to regard Rance and the shadow of himself. Raising it up, he turned and regarded Raine pon his back, his mind opening to her as he spoke, "Take Myst to the manor, I will be there in but a short moment's time, the matter of the tavern fire is resolved but the state of her mental stability is not. She need not witness the remains of these matters nor stay near the site of loss" Turning now his eyes glimmer with the disappearance of his shadow, and he would once more look upon those around him, though his view of them all had changed since his arrival.
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Myst « Reply #59 on: November 03, 2006, 10:44:54 am »
Continued to watch the goings on with the urge to speak on the tip of her tongue; however, she would remain silent. The wink was noted and the warmth behind it was felt though when it was asked of Raine to escort her to the manor to rest a low rumbling growl escaped the depths of her being as she remained curled on the ground beside The Dragon. She wasn’t ready to move despite the fact that many had already begun to clear away and she didn’t need a babysitter.
With a deep breath drawn, inky black pools glanced once more momentarily and she rose to her feet. Under protest she looked to Raine and then back to the site where the smoke continued to rise from the once great taverns remains. Crimson lips moved as if words were about to be formed, yet no words escaped and shadow quickly engulfed the land where the tavern once stood. No longer to be built upon, this land would remain untouched until she decided otherwise.
Ebony wings fanned slowly behind her and with a mere nod to those present she turned on her heels and made her way from the site toward her manor.
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:40:21 GMT
Kiante « Reply #60 on: November 11, 2006, 01:04:16 am »
To the casual observer, knowing everything about these people, it might seem that the care people showed to Myst was looked down upon. How could any of them possibly help Myst who didn't want the help of anyone but the dragon? Honestly it seemed that Raine and the Dragon expected them to do some miraculous feat that would somehow jar myst from her reverie, self imposed reverie at that. No one was going to make Myst well but herself. No one was going to make Raine stop being the bitter, suspicious, and alienating person she was except her. When Myst called for help many arrived. Yet how could they help when she so very obviously didnt want it. How long were they expected to stay at her side offering assistance and love when she practically shoved them away? There was only so much rejection any person could take. And it was more than obvious that the actions of those surrounding Myst were not enough for the approval of those that considered themselves "the closest" to her. How awful it was to be so succinctly snubbed in the face of genuine care and offers of help.
Yet Kiante thought of none of this, because her care was genuine. She was concerned for Mysts well being, even though she had basically been called a "fair weather friend" by Raine. Myst knew the truth and that was what mattered. As the Dragon spoke to her, she lifted her face to look upon its magnificent sight. His words were kind and reassuring. The kings of Camelot had not been kind to their greatest warriors and champions. She could not blame him if he had been angry with her part, however little it might have been. She could have stopped the whole thing, but it would have led the people of Camelot to a ruin they could not get out of. The sacrifice was much but the price could have been much higher. Still for all the good it did, there was much bad that happened as well. "I am sorry though, for the losses you have suffered at the hand of the kings of Camelot now and in the past.I thank you for the considerations you show me and Merlin. We will forever be servants of the goddess and the people of the world."
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Raine « Reply #61 on: November 11, 2006, 01:22:30 am »
Knew for sure that if she didn’t do as she was asked by her father she would get it twice as bad later. Once for her attitude when it came to their guests, the second for not keeping up with and watching her mother. Taking a deep breath she slowly maneuvered her way down the dragons back and stopped just at his side; watching now the actions of her mother.
Arching a slender brow, she thought upon something a moment and approached Anton and Kiante. “I apologize for my behavior, perhaps not appropriate for the situation. I can only hope forgiveness can be found.” Pausing, hands folded neatly before her and onyx pools seemed for a moment alive.
“I do not have much time to talk, as mother will shake me for sure; however… Anton, one of my soldiers belonging to a special order of guards within Wallachia has requested that he be provided with training, something more of a challenge. There is no need to answer right away, though as I see it… you would be a perfect teacher for him. Please think on it and send word of your decision. Again, I apologize for my behavior.” Falling silent, she nodded in respect to both Anton and Kiante then turned on her heels in a hurry in attempt to catch up with Myst, who had already slipped into the trees.
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Anton « Reply #62 on: November 15, 2006, 10:54:59 pm »
Words that is all Anton heard as he slowly let the rage he felt fade away. The only thing that stayed the same in his appearance was his eyes stayed as they were and even they took on a softer look. Anton moved a step closer to Kiante as she spoke and laid a hand on her shoulder and even though no words came from his lips he agreed with what she said. His attention was on Kiante and the dragon when Raine spoke and even though he was not really familiar with her Anton smiled at her words. “there is no need to ask for forgiveness, you did what you thought was right and that is all any of us can do. Send you guard to Avalon I will meet him there and we shall see if I can give him the challenge he seeks. Give him this when he is ready to see me. ” Inclining his head Anton removed the small pinkie ring on his right hand, " Tell him to hold this and say my name. It should make a portal and bring him to me in Avalon. By the way the ring will bring you as well if you want to come visit us." Letting go of the ring he waved his hand and let it float over to Raine. Standing up tall once more Anton whispered into Kiante’s mind “ I think its time for us to rest m’love we have much to do. “ looking up to the dragon “ Until next we meet.” with that said he slipped into a low bow then stepped back wrapping his fingers around the staff that marked him as Merlin. Tapping the staff to the ground Anton created a portal leading to Avalon.
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Rance « Reply #63 on: November 27, 2006, 11:11:02 pm »
Rance stood silently awaiting a answer to his question. He listen carefully and found the answer he got could not be any more correct but the threat angerd him slightly. Again Rance's coverd head tilted upwards torwards the dragon. "I do appologise for my growling tone but do beleive me it was in no manner a threat of any kind to you. Though you are correct on your reasons on not calling me and again I thank you for your wisdom of reminding me of such a rare thread. I will say though I do not appreciate your threat brother Chaos but as I respect and honnor you I will let it pass with a brush of my hand." As Rance spoke the darkness and shadow that flowed in his being and around his being already begin to reach out torwards the dragon not in a harmfull way but more of a curiousity of sorts. Rance did not fully understand why everytime he was around this timeless being that he was some how connects by power and the thread of magic but in sometime it shall all be revealed to both. Without another word Rance slowly gave a respectfull nodded and turned slowly heading in the direction of the town. Myst and some other have already left and he could feel that the dragon had business to attend to but before he and the aura that reached torwards the dragon was gone he spoke once again in the same new and dead languages that where spoken to him. "Tell we meet again"
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:40:32 GMT
2 COMING HOME AT LAST
Rebekka « on: October 07, 2006, 06:50:08 pm »
Bekka set Beth down as they crested the hill and led her into the town that was nearly deserted due to the escapade on the other side of the high curtain.
She asked one or two folks she passed and was soon directed down the street her shop was on. As they passed a small group {Lythiam and his escorts} she nodded smiling cheerfully. A few more buildings down and there, on the right, between two other shops, was a sign, hagard and worn, shaped like a spool of thread with a large paintworn needle sticking up and the words "Silver Needle" painted in faded letters upon it.
She stood there a moment almost not believing the long journey was at an end. "We're home, baby." she whispered softly caressing Elizabeth's hair as she squatted down beside the girl. "We won't have to run anymore. He won't get us here. No one will get us here ever again."
Elizabeth leaned into the woman and whispered softly. "Promise?" And big green eyes looked to the older woman with the trust seeking eyes only children can have. When the woman nodded swiftly she threw her arms around the woman's neck and nodded. "Never again."
They stayed there a moment embraced savoring the end to a long journey.
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Syrus « Reply #1 on: October 07, 2006, 07:30:39 pm »
Knox would leave the scene of the fire and and slowly stalk through the darkness of the town, easily scurrying up the wall of the first building and planting himself on the roof as he followed them. They would stop off at a random building, and he would watch them like a hawk from his perch, his hand steady on the frame of the building, and his other lifting his body up carefully, keeping his balance on the steep slope. He would watch for a second seeing that they were leaving the first building with just a brief word to one of it's patrons, and hurry down the street, Knox jumping the buildings. He may have been mistaken before, as it seemed it was the other female that had used the shield, but he could not help but sense power flowing from both of them, to his eyes their auras were the same, or too similar for his abilities to be able to discern. His eyes glew through his mask an almost whitish blue, glinting in the moonlight as he observed from afar as they reached their destination. It was what looked like a common seamstrisses' or weaver's shop. He sighed, maybe they were just residents. Just regular folks like he had tried to pretend to be. But for only a second, in the brief dialogue that hinted at something greater, he sensed that maybe this place wasn't normal, maybe everyone here was trying to escape from something in their past. Haven...a haven for those tired of chaos. For only a brief moment, a true peacefulness flooded Syrus' chaotic mind, before Knox resurfaced and made his way to the edge of the building and jumped into the dimly lit street, his cloak ruffling to a standstill after his dismount and sprint from the street, giving him a slightly menacing appearance on top of his already strange choice of clothing. Quietly he would make his way cautiously to the two, besides the jump he did not want to startle them and have to perhaps defend himself from whatever they might throw at him, and end up accidentally hurting anyone. As apathetic as he was...he wished no harm to most mortal beings.
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Rebekka « Reply #2 on: October 07, 2006, 07:54:50 pm »
Bekka looked up to see the man approaching and stood pressing her already road worn dress down in front as if it would change its appearance and lightly tried to press Beth behind her almost protectively. The blue glow flared around her at her unease, but not the way it did before. Again, the woman was oblivious to it.
Smiling brightly she nodded. "Hello. Is there something I can do for you? I fear we won't be open for a day or so but perhaps something else?" She took a step towards the shop as she spoke of it though didn't reach for the door latch. The key was hidden on her and she didn't want to be caught in the store with no one else around if this man was as unseeming as he appeared.
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Syrus « Reply #3 on: October 07, 2006, 09:04:57 pm »
Knox watched her carefully and reached out, almost as if he was going to touch her eyes, but the shield around her flared up and he instantly stop and withdrew his hand to his body, placing it upon the mask where his chin would be. 'Intersting...' he thought. In truth the only thing he might need from her business would be to fireproof his cloak, as he had not gotten a chance to get one from his own castle, and even then it would just be an excuse to interact. He was more interested in her and the child, whom could been seen just slightly from behind the woman. He struggled to part his dry lips, he had not spoken for a long time and he shook his head and looked away from them and down to the ground. He could not bring himself to speak at this point, but it was his wish only to interact with other people on some level. He had not been around anyone in so long, the experience would be but to dim his maddening thoughts, squelching the horrible images and sounds that constantly paced themselves through his brain day in and day out. A sigh would escape through his bandaging and mask as he turned back to look into her eyes, a look of desperation flashing in his beautiful eyes if only for a moment.
He pulled a a small slip of parchment from his pack and gazed upon it ever so slightly, blackening the paper where his will saw fit. The smallest of burns would caress the paper and then calm, revealing words as the paper cooled once more. He wanted to come in, sit down, and listen to the banter of commonfolk, but all that the paper read was, ' I just wanted to know your name. '
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Rebakka « Reply #4 on: October 07, 2006, 09:18:13 pm »
Though too far away to truly touch her, she leaned back slightly as his hand raised and her grip on Beth tightened slightly to keep the child behind her. She frowned as his hand retreated. She strained her ears slightly as he seemed about to speak but when his head went down she whispered softly almost to herself. "I won't harm you..."
As he drew the paper out and began to move upon it with his hand, she wondered if perhaps he was dumb. She had heard of folks unable to hear or speak but had never met one. She watched as the paper seemed to move with his will and not bend as most parchments in a hand would and looked as he showed her. She smiled guessing he perhaps couldn't speak but hoped he could hear.
Nodding she smiled softly. "I am Rebekka, this is Elizabeth." As she spoke she allowed the girl to poke her head out and wave but not move in front of her. She worried still and men especially made her fearful and on edge.
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:40:38 GMT
Syrus « Reply #5 on: October 07, 2006, 09:41:15 pm »
Knox looked upon the woman's face and upon the little girl as she poked from beneath the woman and waved. His face muscles twitched into what would be the equivalent of a smile, but his face merely tightened slightly and then stopped, from beneath the mask and bandaging. It would be clear in his eyes as they changed ever so slightly again and began to glow. He pulled his dagger out of it's obsidian scabbard and slid it into his belt, ever-so-careful not to show the mother that he had touched his weapon and pulled out the beautifully crafted object. It was part metalline, and part crystalline, a strange combination that worked to be incredibly tough and solid. He wrapped his left hand around it, and with the assistance of a slight burst of flame and the glyph on his hand glowing brightly the object took shape, becoming instead a brilliant depiction of a phoenix, bearing it's wings outward in a majestic pose. It was a toy for the child and Syrus quickly pulled all the heat out of the object, turning it into a solid black figure, warm to the touch despite him having completely removed all fire from it. In the brisk night air it would be a pleasure to hold, and pretty to look upon. A toy, offered to the child for her enjoyment, and the mother for her trust. He took another step forward, now maybe 4 feet away from the two, and placed it upon the ground, backing back away until the shadows covered his face and part of his neck and shoulders once more. Only his eyes could be seen as he readied a retreat in case the woman took it the wrong way, or didn't accept it at all.
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Rebekka « Reply #6 on: October 07, 2006, 10:04:47 pm »
Beth immediately saw it and ooh'd in surprise darting from behind her mother before she could be caught. Her little hand went to it and caressed it as if petting it first then lifted it into her hand smiling. "Thank you, Sir." She curtsied as her mother had always taught her and then turned back to her mom smiling holding it up as if it were made of gold. "LOOK MAMA! Isn't it the most beautiful thing in the world? Can I keep it please?" The lilt in her voice tugging at anyone's heart strings who could hear.
Not wishing the man to think her rude and not feeling oddly bad about its intent she smiled and caressed the girl's hair. "Of course Beth... take care of it though." She looked to the man and smiled as her eyes and manner softened. "Thank you..."
Who was this man who seemed to know how to win a girl's heart and a mother's trust? She was still too leery to open the door but she would have felt the same about a talkative merchant as well. Men didn't sit well with her and she felt badly now that she had met a kind one. But wasn't that how they all seemed at first? Kind, trusting, giving, even devoting... but then...
She shook her head slightly and looked at him almost as if feeling sorry not for his condition but that she couldn't offer more. "I can offer you a drink if you wish. I am sure the water well works fine still behind the shop. But I am afraid it's all I have to offer in return for your kindness." Then she paused and looked down at her hand. "Wait..." she said softly as if remembering it. A small ring of gold, nothing fancy, sat upon her finger. It had belonged to a man she once loved, the first one she ever trusted yet had been taken from her in the war. She had planned to pawn it to begin the business again but had other things now she could use she had aquired in their journeys. She slipped it from her finger and held it towards him. "Please, take this as payment for the gift. It isn't much but it is real gold and I am sure someone in town can turn it to coin for you." She held her hand towards him in offering.
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Syrus « Reply #7 on: October 07, 2006, 10:27:31 pm »
Knox' eye ceased their glowing and he noticed he could no longer sense her shield at all. At this he cocked his head, she hadn't been in the least afraid of him showing his power there in the public of the street, and still stood there. While he still could see the visible fear in her aura she was calm now. Fear was melting into a simple and understandable mistrust in a stranger, and especially around one's children. It probably wouldn't hurt him to be unarmed, but he never went anywhere without his weapons. He studied the child's reaction with great pains. Long had it bee since he had seen a child so happy. He listened as she told her child about breaking the object and, in truth, mocked the idea that a child could bend the raw density of Algerothorian Obsidian, where as usually the stuff was flaky and easily broken, this material would be found to be quite durable. He winced as she offered him what she had to pay for a simple toy for her child. To think that someone would give up their only valuable posession for a child's play thing, simply to bring joy to another, was beyond him.
He couldn't possibly accept such a thing, what would he do it after all? In comparison to your standard shop owner, he was fairly well off. He placed his hand out, taking a step back. An aura of sadness had become central to the thing, and it was maddening, as voices rushed back into his head. His eyes closed and he dropped to one knee, clenching at his chest as his mind buzzed with the screams of small children, and a girl, not much older than Beth was impaled by a soldier's spear as Syrus fought valiantly to reach her. He grabbed out at the ground as his legs began to buckle, nearly collapsing fully right there. He was weak from lack of sleep, dehydration, hunger, and the constant training and burdens he placed upon himself. Reaching down he would untie a strange object, two metal weights wrapped around each other, circling his legs, and dropping, they nearly cracked the stone beneath his feet. He untied the other from his left leg, and his wrists and stood up, rubbing his wrists where they had been. He was utterly tired now, but with the voices and screams daunting him, he knew it would not come this night, or even the next day. He would simply have to trudge on.
He quickly brought himself to a full standing position, stumbling as he regained his composure, and tried to address the female once more. He motioned at his cloak and lifted a sleeve with one hand, and looked at it with his once again glowing azure eyes, causing the sleeve to burst into flames briefly, and then he beat it out with his right hand. He looked back up to her, wondering if she understood him. A wielder of fire could not afford to have a flammable cloak, and perhaps, since she seemed to live her, she could repay him for the obsidian figure. In truth, if he waited, he could simply acquire one, but he still wished to see them interact, work, and go about their daily lives as was normal, and this might be his only chance.
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:40:54 GMT
Rebekka « Reply #8 on: October 07, 2006, 10:45:07 pm »
As he held his hand up in refusal she had started to protest thinking she should gift him something. Then as his sleeve caught fire she gasped slipping the ring back on and moving forward in fear he would be burned. In realization she looked at him curiously. "You wish me to make clothes that won't catch flame?"
Before he could answer he went to his knees in obvious pain. The girl looked and cried out and the woman went immediately, forgetting her fear, and reached to touch him to make sure he was all right. "Sir... what's wrong? Please... let me help you..." The panic in her voice of pure fear for him and not of him was obvious but as he let the weights go she backed up to let him stand. Seeing the strain and pain in his eyes she crumbled. Beth trusted him as she watched the little girl walk up to him. She had learned to trust the little one's instinct. She fished the key from her corset top and looked at him. "Do you want to come in and rest a bit? I can see if the fire passive potions are still full and treat the cloak you now wear as thank you for the gift if you will allow me?"
Beth smiled as her mother warned her of the fragile toy and she slid it carefully into her apron pocket. As the man went to his knees she went to hsi side and touched his shoulder briefly. When her mother stepped forward she backed from him guessing it was a grownup thing and gasped in wonderment at the broken street cobbles where the weights fell. "Ooooo!" She looked to him then to her mom and nodded as her mother offered the man a place to rest. "I will open the door mommy, please... you promised I could take the first step." The girl farily bounced at her mother's side as she took the key and opened the door bouncing in with both feet as if jumping from a cliff to some great length below. Laughing as she did so she called back before disappearing into the darkness within leaving the key in the door for her mother to retrieve. "It's perfect mama... just like you said it would be... "
Her footsteps echoed with a soft running sound into the back as she faded from sight with child abandon.
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Syrus « Reply #9 on: October 08, 2006, 12:37:06 pm »
The man looked from the weights on the street and to the girl running into the house. He sighed and lifted the weights with great pains in his left hand and carried them to the side of the door, carefully setting them down on the 'porch' as the wood creaked beneath them. He would look back to the woman and silently acknowledge her with a 'yes' in the form of a nod. The spirits of the girl were nothing less than refreshing, and to be free of the weights for the night. Rest or not he would probably back to his 'normal' self by sunrise, but who couldn't use a bit of a rest? He could still feel the weight of human touch on his shoulder, though he hadn't noticed it before, she had reached out to him, and was now trying to help him. To say the least this visit hadn't gone as planned, but perhaps it was all for the better that they had seen him in his times of weakness and pain. He was in fact injured, once he took off his cloak the bandages would be clearly seen beneath his leather and small pieces of plate armor. As well as the most obvious bit behind his mask, covering his face.
He stood next to the door awaiting her to enter first, before he followed her in, and pulled out another piece of parchment, he was still out of ink, but he wanted to convey his name to her, as he also now realized she had called him sir. He burnt the image of the word Knox on the paper and held it up to her in his left hand as he tapped his chest with his index finger with his right, indicating he meant that that was who he was. After she passed him and walked over the threshold, he would bow low to her, awaiting an invitation.
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Rebekka « Reply #10 on: October 08, 2006, 02:53:45 pm »
Bekka called for Beth to be careful knowing full well the child would be. For some reason she always was, even when a normal child wouldn't have been.
She turned to the man and nodded as he let her enter first then smiled back seeing him bow. "Please... come in. I am sure there is a chair here someplace." She moved a chair out of the cobwebbed darkness and placed it in the circle of waning light the door offered. She looked to the parchment and smiled. "Knox is your name? It is a pleasure to meet you." She nodded as he nodded in affirmation. Suddenly remembering she turned towards the shelves near the door seeking candles and flint pack. "Ahh... here it is... there, a little better anyway." SHe set the now flickering candle on the edge of a nearby emptied display table and reached to grab another one to light and hold as a beacon moving towards the back of the shop talking over her shoulder to him. "It may take me a moment, as I am not sure where everything is..."
A second later he would hear something heavy but not too solid hit the ground and soft curse from her. Over his head he would hear the unmistakable feet of the girl and hear a soft humming as the girl above them danced in what felt like empty space. The lack of solidity and the presence of a feint echo giving rise to the thought there wasn't much upstairs like there wasn't much down here.
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Syrus « Reply #11 on: October 08, 2006, 03:17:25 pm »
Knox would sit upon the chair as the woman and child fumbled around in the near dark on the first floor. He mustered up a bit of his own power to his right hand as he pulled his right glove off, showing it was bandaged as well. His eyes began to glow in the black room as a fire ignited in the air about a foot above his hand, hovering in the air, safe and controlled, burning in a globe about the size of a person's head. Inside the room, the sun might as well have been out, as everything but the shadow's given off by the people were completely illuminated in the strong light of Knox' flickering energy. He held the light up a bit, causing his cloak's sleeve to fall down past his elbow, revealing more armor and bandaging. It would be obvious to anyone this man had been in some sort of accident, though no one could tell exactly what, where, or how as no skin showed on his body, everything would be completely covered to the naked eye.
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:41:02 GMT
Rebekka « Reply #12 on: October 09, 2006, 12:21:22 pm »
Bekka laughed as Beth took off up the stairs then hollered down incoherant cries of joy of how big the room was, bigger than the whole house they were in before. She smiled. The child exagerated she was sure, but she wouldn't spoil it for her.
Moving towards the back of the shop where a simple small pump brought in water from the outside barrel, she rinsed and filled a glass. As she was about to turn a light flared behind her. She cried out jumping and turned swiftly as her mind envisioned the nightmare of the place on fire. Her shield flared deep blue, the dragon on it writhed around her swiftly as she spun to face him in a moment of panic.* No... anything but that.... * But when she saw the light in Knox's hand she relaxed and turned back to the sink to refill the upset cup and compose herself. The shield faded till once more it was a barely perceptable aura glow easily mistaken for her personality aura.
"Sorry, I ummm I ... You just startled me. Handy trick to have." She had revcovered and she wouldn't show anything on her face to think she had been upset a moment ago. She walked back towards him seeming to avoid the sphere out of caution but she kept the fear hidden behind tight shields he would be unable to breech to seek the meaning behind. Offering him the water filled cup she stepped back. "I am sorry it is all I have till the market opens in the morning. We ate the last of our food two da... well we travel light so I don't have much with us." She turned back to the shop and began to look around in a way of keeping busy.
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Beth ran helter skelter thru the room and managed to avoid every piece of upturned furniture there was. Anyone watching would think she saw perfectly in the darkness, like a drow child playing in caverns for fun. As she ran upstairs she screamed in glee. "MAMA... ITS HUGE UP HERE! BIGGER THAN OUR WHHHOOOLLLEEE HOUSE BEFORE!" She ran back n forth to enjoy the moment of finally having a place of their own and whispered softly to herself "I bet you could fit a whole dragon in here." It was a bit of exageration, but the room was indeed large enough to seem a castle to the girl.
Suddenly she heard a scream and rushed down the stairs to see her ma staring at an orb of fire. She lifted her hand in reaction and though her ma would turn around to the sink once more and miss it, the man would not as the orb would shift slightly as if something were trying to extinguish it. The feeling would be gone in a second as the child dropped her hand in realization it wasn't an out of control fire, but a glowing orb. If KNox looked up swiftly enough, he would catch the end of her skirt retreating up the steps once more in haste fearing to hav ebeen discovered. The feeling of tampered magic completely gone now in a way that may make it seem it never happened.
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Syrus « Reply #13 on: October 09, 2006, 05:06:21 pm »
Knox sighed as his body tensed, then relaxed, allowing his hand to drop, and let the orb hover in place, splitting into three seperate orbs as they circled the top of his head, eerily shifting the shadows in the room as they spun. Normally he drank from a flask, allowing him to keep his mask on, but he would dare not displace the water into his own container, and seem rude and rejecting her own perfectly good glass. Knox would set the glass down on the ground and then promptly his hands found their way to his hood, pulling it down around his neck to reveal beautfiul long black hair and a face completely bandaged and covered by a mask of white and gold. Slowly his fingers would work at the ties on the mask and remove it, soon after removing the bandages revealing a face scarred and burned badly. Black in places, and deep red in others apart from his mostly tan appearance Knox looked as though he had only recently exited a battle and just barely escaped with his life. Normally his skin conducted fire rather than was burned by it, but some extreme amoung of force had singed and marred his face badly, making it recognizable, but a little gruesome at first look. The scars bore over the face of a handsome young man of what looked like 20-30 or so, though his age transcended many centuries, in fact.
At this point Knox' hair draped quickly around his face, and he pulled the three orbs of fire in a tight circle around the top of his head so his hair cast a shadow over his face. The fine porcelain mask rested at his side, something that did not often happen, and as the water moistened his lips and passed into his throat he would be able to work out a few quick words with things he had wanted to say. He would speak as if he was just learning, but with no accent, his only hindrance being the mental block, expanse of time without speaking, and trying to speak over the screaming in his own mind. " I am...new here. Butcher. See me tomorrow at shop. And...if you and the little girl care to...I...I could show you a bit more of my power. People sometimes...find it entertaining, I'm sure at least she would be pleased. " Knox spoke of course of a pyrotechnics display in the night. His gorgeus art of weaving fire employed as a form of entertainment, where as normally, it was used to only destroy. It would be a welcome thing for Knox to use his abilities for anything than killing, and while she seemed scared of it a little, most people who saw a person with flames pouring from their palms do that, at least the first time.
For only a second he could feel as if his power was being acted on, almost stifled, and he thought it might have had something to do with the more powerful shield the mother had thrown up for a second, though he could feel the energy coming from the steps for some reason, a place where his eyes had not fallen, therefore he missed the source. Perhaps a mere flux due to his weakness and the candles with their natural fire nearby feeding off one another.
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Rebekka « Reply #14 on: October 09, 2006, 05:47:40 pm »
Bekka smiled and relaxed as the orbs encircled his head and she watched in fascination a moment as the shadows spun around her on the walls. Then she moved back to the small inventory of herbs, potions and materials left behind. She found what she was looking for, stood on tip toes to reach it and pulled down a quart sized glassen jar and frowned noticing it was nearly emtpy.
As Knowx spoke she smiled and looked back at him. "I thank you and shall visit you often then. I am going to be in need of fillingmy cooler and pantry." She laughed looking around then mused almost absently. "Once I find them of course." She set the jar on the table beside her then began removing other empty or near empty jars, boxes and canisters. Setting the ones needing refilling on the center display table, which had till now been empty she looked back at Knox now seeing the mask beside him and the shadowed face. Biting her lip she almost reached to him but settled for shifting a jar away so she could lean on the table and gaze at the darkness beneath the veil of his hair in curiosity, though not morbidly so as he was probably used too. More like a mother seeking to find the aches her child hides for fear of reprisal. As he spoke of the magic display she shook her head and stood up making herself busy once more.
"I think Beth may like that. She is always fascinated by the unexplainable. Well," she laughed, "unexplainable to me anyway. She seems to have a way of knowing how things work. She even manages sometimes to pick things up and mimic basic slight of hand as well." She hadn't realized the so called slight of hand was her gift coming out and not just trickery any fool could learn. "I will not ask if of you tonight though. You seem tired. I am sorry if I have kept you here. I am also sorry I can't offer you more than a drink. I pray you will come back when my larder is full so I can make it up to you." She finally turned back to look at him in question.
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Beth scurried up a step or two and pressed her back to the wall. He hadn't seen her she was sure of it. If he had he woulda said something. She then went back upstairs and looked around. It was large enough for her to even make her own space like her mama promised. She ran to the front of the room and threw open the shutters to look down on the near empty street. She saw a few people here and there including blind man with his wife and kid {Lythiam and girls}. She smiled and turned to look at the room once more. Straining her ears to be sure no one was coming up the steps she held her hand out and concentrated. Squinting her eyes as if trying to see something miniscule on her hand she stared till the very lines of her palm were memorized in her mind.
Then it happened. A small flicker. It was only a moment and barely bigger than a flame's flicker on a wick, but it was there. She smiled and went back to dancing in the room. In the last two years there wasn't anything she hadn't seen magically she couldn't reproduce herself on a smaller scale. It had become a game to her, but would one day prove moreso. As she danced she had no idea that everytime she drew magic as she did, others felt it, others knew... others would find her.
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:41:12 GMT
Syrus « Reply #15 on: October 09, 2006, 06:11:41 pm »
Knox suddenly felt a rush of enormous guilt. Here he was being a burden on them, for his own selfish means of studying them, and they were needing of something he could do for them. And while a gift crafted by a king, from such fine materials would be considered great, to them he had only performed a shallow street trick, and probably thinking it was ordinary obsidian it would break easily, which would be disproven if for instance, they were to drop it and watch the fragile-looking trinket not break.
Knox stood from his place, his water half gone, and resting on the floor once more. Careful to allow little of his face to be shown he stepped to the center of the room, and bowed low, his locks of ebony hair almost touching the floor. " Please, you... a-and the chiild. Might you h... " He cleared his throat roughly and spoke with a bit more confidence as he looked her in the eye for the first time since they were outside. " Might you have eaten this night? " He coughed and straightened himself, it was obvious to anyone what he was suggesting, however dubious it would seem, it was Knox' attempt at inviting his new neighbors for dinner. It had just now dawned on him that they had just reached this place for the first time, and probably had not in fact eaten in some time.
Suddenly he felt an unnatural spark of warm energy from the second level. The child, the fireballs, the aura he sensed from the girl before... his instincts had been right. There was something about that child, something hard to pin down. She had some sort of magic in her, but he never pinned her as a pyromancer. Perhaps she was not gifted with an elemental school of magic so to speak but a general capacity for magic that was unremarkable in one so young, even on the small level he sensed it in her. He had seen it only once before, in his youth, and the memory of the corruption that took the wielder of that power stung him like a thousand needles. If the girl was to not turn her mischief into treachery, at some point she would have to learn the arts and sciences of magic, and Knox would die for the chance to gain a pupil, some way to prevent the madness of his past by properly preparing another of a magical gift to do things good in her life. And not become...like his brother.
For now he would just continue to study them both, and watch carefully at peaks in the girl for time at which she could perform her little form of mimickery. To Knox it would be unknown wholly that all she could do was mimic, but perhaps it wouldn't stay that way long.
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Rebakka « Reply #16 on: October 10, 2006, 06:26:34 pm »
Before she could think why he asked, Bekka shook her head. "No we hadn't. I am sure we can wait till shops open in the morning. I saw a baker as I passed down the street." Then she paused and turned to him tilting her head slightly to make her suddenly look like a little curious bird. "Sir Knox, are you inviting us to have something to eat with you?" Suddenly she blushed and shook her head feeling foolish. "Oh, my. Of course you aren't." She turned to unwrap a bolt of fabric from the cloth it was dust covered in. "I am sorry. I had not meant to seem forward. I guess I just sometimes jump to conclusions. We will be fine, Sir." She closed her eyes feeling not just foolish but embaressed. He had merely asked if they had eaten and she had seen too much in it.
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Beth came bounding down the steps and stared a moment longer then necessary at Knox as if seeking a sign he knew what she had done. Then she tugged on Bekka's skirt and whispered unaware the previous conversation or her ma's response. "Mama... I'm hungry. Is there any bread left?" She bit her lip not wanting to seem rude, but just then her tummy growled and she bit her lip to stifle a giggle also unaware anyone but her had heard it.
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Syrus « Reply #17 on: October 10, 2006, 07:02:39 pm »
A raspy haunt of a voice would begin to resound from the mouth of the worn man as he stood straight up, stretching as he got ready for somewhat of a brag on his part. " Dear...child. What do you think...about sampl-.... " He coughed swiftly and cleared his throat once more, getting used to speech. " about sampling the fines.., finest dining in the marketplace? " His face was still expressionless, but again, in his eyes at the sight of the mother and small child happiness could almost be seen surfacing in the shining aquatic pools of his eyes. He turned to face the woman again and his gaze would almost pierce through her very body, soul, and aura. " Make...little haste. But yes, indeed I was inviting you and your child botthhh. Ahem, both for a meal at my shop. It needs...work, but...I have somewhat of a...diner coming there, and I would lo-love, to have you come and give me your opinion. Of course critics eat free of charge. " His last statement would say it all. He had invited them as friends to his home, while disguising it as somewhat of a business matter, Knox knew all too well how well he could cook and his limits all the same.
" So...what *illegible mumble equalling 'You'* say?
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Rebekka « Reply #18 on: October 10, 2006, 07:13:11 pm »
Beth jumped up and down clapping. "Oh, mama! Can we please? PPLLEEASSEEE?" She knew what he had done was invite them to dinner and after a month on nothing but simple dried meats and bread when they could get it, the thought of REAL food hit her like the offerings of diamonds to a royal. "I promise to be clean and polite mama, can we please?" She tugged and bounced and tugged again seeming suddenly more like the children her age and less the more mature being he would have seen earlier. There was pure pleasure and innocent desire in her eyes now.
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Bekka was about to politely refuse. She wouldn't ask the man to put himself out simply because of guilt. But when the soft eyes of the girl begged her, she faultered and caressed the tangled and tossled hair of the child. "All right all right." She looked softly to Knox and nodded. "We would be honored. It has been a long time since we ate something closer to fine. But promise me you will not overdo it simply because of us. It is late and something simple would suffice just fine." She smiled down at the child who ran out the door laughing and watched her dance around in the street. She had pulled the toy from her pocket and was talking to it about fnially being the end of all the walking and hiding. She sighed as she listened to the girl explain to the inanimate object that they were finally safe and home.
She looked back to Knox and smiled gently, the aura around her now a mere palish blue and no longer flairing with fear or danger. She half whispered to him and whatever dieties hadn't abandonded her and the child. "Thank you.."
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:41:21 GMT
Syrus « Reply #19 on: October 11, 2006, 10:14:10 pm »
Knox nodded and exited behind the girl, calmly walking down the street, the fire spreading and lighting the street as he pulled his hood back over his head, his bandages and mask hanging loose in his hand. He would send one pyreball ahead and send it flying past the little girl to light her way while a second would stay above his own head, hopefully with Bekka close behind. The third flew high into the air, and grew, looking like lava weaving in and over itself before exploding in a bright display as it reached a height where they could all see it clearly. He calmly lifted his free hand in the dark and pulled all the fire back into itself that was left over and brought it back to the ground with him as he twisted and morphed it, entertaining while on the short walk to the edge of the market district. His hand came close to the end of a stream of the fire and he pulled it around himself slowly, careful of the woman behind him, and spun it round and round, causing a spiral of fire to circle him.
He jumped a few feet into the air and sped the process of the spinning and released the pyrewhip, allowing it to flare out and dissipate completely into the air, before coming to land softly onto one foot, buckling down to one knee, and standing back up so as to keep walking, and coming over the hill his shop would now be in plain view.
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Rebekka « Reply #20 on: October 13, 2006, 12:02:30 am »
Beth danced ahead with the flame ball hovering over her and the small ebony toy in her hand. She hummed a tuneless melody and her body moved as if a dancer with a blade, though surely she was too young to know sword dancing.
Bekka, on the other hand, walked a few paces behind Knox. She watched the flames completely unbelieving that Beth was so calm. As the flames came together in a larger ball between her and the mage, she stepped back keeping more distance. And as the flames enveloped him, she bit her lip to keep from rushing to him to put them out, the small soft glow of blue around her body flashing brightly at her moment of panic, then receding to a dull soft glow when she calmed slightly.
She feared fire in a way she would never say. But anyone watching would know she was fighting with every ounce of will power she had, to keep up and enjoy the 'show' for the sake of the girl.
As they crested the hill and saw the shop below she smiled. She paused to to turn and glance back at the other hillock behind which stood the mighty dragon and the cluster of folks she had come upon earlier. Something was happening here and she felt like an outsider. More so in that she was fearful of most of the things she had seen tonight, when everyone else was taking it as normal and second nature. She turned back to Beth and Knox and forced a smile to her lips, drew her cloak closer and followed them to the butcher shop.
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Syrus « Reply #21 on: October 13, 2006, 08:34:34 pm »
He looked back at the woman, as expected, her shield flared up. The show was as much for entertainment as it was to test the reaction of that thing, as well as the girl's capacity to analyze magical energy, which was decent even though to most it would just seem as a child staring in wonderment at something awe-inspiring. Normally he wouldn't put on a show for entertainment, Knox would never do that. But his actions had an alterior motive, even though seeing the child smile was a nice bonus. Knox would walk ahead of the woman by a bit more, and approach the girl as he pulled a single, long, intricate black key from his pouch at his side, and offered it outward to the girl. He showed it to her, and then challenged her to use it to open the door. It wouldn't open unless flame was applied to the key as it entered the lock, and she wouldn't know this at first. Any failed attempt by the girl would result in Knox taking the key and holding it in his hand until a vigorous fire erupted around the key, growing at an alarming rate before extinguishing itself in the lock. He would of course think to himself that she did not have the magical potential at this point to produce enough fire to open the lock, but if she tried and produced any kind of fire, any sign at all. Then perhaps that would give him something to talk to the mother about at dinner. He would lock the door back after opening it and hand the little girl the key.
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Rebekka « Reply #22 on: October 13, 2006, 08:55:16 pm »
Bekka lingered a bit back as the flames danced around him. Then came closer as they stopped at the shop's door.
Beth giggled as the flames danced around him then faded and pouted that she didn't have longer to investigate or try to play with them. As he handed her the key she would indeed smile and try to open the lock. When it failed and she frowned, he would take it back, show the flames to her then hand it back. "OOoohhhh!" She exclaimed and bit her lip setting the key in the lock once more. Squinting her eyes to concentrate she remembered the flame she had made in her hand. As she tilted her head down her will flared and suddenly a heated wind grazed between them and the lock flared brightly enough to singe the door and warp the keyhole. "Oh I am so sorry Sir Knox." She turned to him and tears welled in her eyes. "I didn't mean it, don't tell ma please. She won't like it."
As she was heading for the two at the door she saw a flare of flame and cried out. Rushing towards them with her skirt bunched high in her hand, she cried out to the girl in fright, the blue dragon flared bright enough that one with magesight may even hear the roar of the aura dragon. "ELIZABETH!" She dropped to her knees before the girl with an audible thud and grabbed her shoulders then her arms, looking her over seeking some part of her she thought for sure was burned. "What happened? I saw fire!"
Beth paniced and wiped the tears swiftly before smiling. "No mom it was just a flame rose from Sir Knox. I promise. His fire doesn't hurt Mama. I promise it doesn't." She looked up to Knox silently pleading for help. "It was just another trick wasn't it, Sir? And it would never burn me would it?"
Bekka looked to Knox then to Beth and back to him as she stood. "I am so sorry. I saw the light, the flame... I thought." There was panic in her voice. Not only was she not aware of the child's gift, she was also so dreadfully fearful of fire it had become a phobia. Something in her past, very recent he would be able to tell, had made her this way... and it troubled her greatly.
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Syrus « Reply #23 on: October 13, 2006, 09:36:16 pm »
Knox wanted to tell the mother right then and there, but...he couldn't possibly disobey the child's plea. He turned to face away from them, preferring to avoid eye contact as he lied. " Yes m'lady, it was but a trick I use to open the door. " He turned back with the dimly flaming key so as to keep her at peace and pressed it into the lock, turning as he flared it a little, causing the desired 'click' and the swinging open of the door. " I merely startled the child, she's fine, and I apologize. " Knox sighed and entered his home ahead of the two, waving them in as he flicked his fingers in various directions causing the candles in the sconces to flare to life and the fireplace to come to a rolling roar. He left the mother to tend to her daughter first and went about his business, heading into the back, as the almost eerily immenent light lit up the faces of fine oaken craftsmanship, many strange, rare, and curious artifacts decking the walls, and most noticable were the strange and ferocious looking beasts mounted high above the regular depictions of various livestock.
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:41:28 GMT
Rebekka « Reply #24 on: October 13, 2006, 09:53:57 pm »
Beth mouthed a 'thank you' over her ma's shoulder as she was hugged and sighed slightly relaxing.
The mother's aura dimmed and she stood apologizing. "I am sorry, Sir Knox. I meant no harm to you or meant to seem rude." She sighed as he went inside ahead of them thinking perhaps she had hurt him deeply in her words and wished to make it better.
She shuddered slightly at the macabre figures on the walls and left Beth oohing and aahing at them and headed towards the door to the back. Calling softly she kept her eyes down not wishing to intrude. "Sir Knox... I... I wanted to apologize." She sighed and hugged herself though it wasn't cold in the shop. "I... Something happened before Elizabeth and I came here. It..." She took a deep breath and let it all spill out. "There was a fire. Beth's family was killed and she and I were trapped. I don't... I don't know what happened but suddenly the wall behind us crumbled and I got her out. It was a trap meant to kill us all, but we survived. The three times since then that ... that we were in trouble... all had to do with fire." She closed her eyes and turned to go.
"Perhaps we should go. I don't wish to be a bother. I am so sorry." She covered her face a moment, her back to the door as she tried to compose herself before moving again. The wall had mysteriously collapsed behind them in that fire and every time they had been close to death, something blocking their path had moved. She had figured out in time that Beth had the ability to move objects and they had run. But someone had pursued. Someone wanting to steal Beth from her and kill Bekka, herself. The last place they had stayed, someone had spoken of this being a place to find safety and teachings for Beth. They had come here hoping to seek peace and safety, but already she was hurting those around her with her fears and words.
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Syrus « Reply #25 on: October 13, 2006, 10:07:29 pm »
Knox sighed and turned to face the woman, she had engaged in this topic, and not him, so he felt the need to explain himself. " I am not entirely unselfish in bringing you here. The truth is, I'm sure you've noticed the child has powers. But it's more than that. She has a genuine power of act upon the laws that govern us. Magic, she has incredible potential. She is not like a lot of children blessed with control over certain things or elements. She has the capacity to become a truly incredible person in her lifetime. And I can help her. " Suddenly it was if he had no problems with speaking, he had taken a sip from a flask soon as he entered the doors and his whistle was thoroughly wet, giving him free speech. " If she develops on her own under your care alone...there will be nothing to stop her from destroying herself while trying to learn, as I can tell she so desperately desires. I gave her a test just now at my door. I have used controlled blasts of heat to unlock a mechanism in my door countless times, and she nearly melted it. Now not that it was an udderly amazing feat, but it proved to me one thing. She has little control. She cannot harness her gift, she only knows that she has it. If you would care to let me, I can teach her the way. She can become a Grandmaster. And to you, under my watch, no fire can harm you. There is no greater defense against the destructive force of fire than someone who can bend it to their will, I promise you this. " Now, here, in the small room of the kitchen his face could be seen more clearly. Grim as it was, it seemed almost as if the man should be dead from his wounds. His face was clean and well cared for, and while he was healing at an excellerated rate, he was still hard to look at. It was if his face had been made by a blind woodworker, beautiful in design but thrashed in the detail.
He looked away from her and set off the rest of the candles in this room. " I know all too well what it is to lose because you cannot control the power you have been graced with. And I know what it is to love someone who has lost all control. It is not something you want for her. "
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Rebekka « Reply #26 on: October 13, 2006, 10:22:04 pm »
Bekka turned to look at him as he spoke. She gasped slightly when she saw his face. She reached a hand towards him then dropped it when she realized what she was doing. Looking down she moved to sit just inside the kitchen on stool by the door. She kept out of his way watching him work listening to Beth hum and dance around the fireplace in her own tuneless world, oblivious to the fact she had nearly blown up the poor man's door.
"Magic?!" She nearly laughed. "Beth doesn't have magic. Sometimes she can move something but that's all. The man who wants us wants me. I don't know why but he CAN'T want the child. She isn't that important I am sure." She tried in her rushed blurting to convince herself of the words she spoke. Though as she listedn to Knox, she feared deep down he was right.
Beth HAD been the cause of the flame. She had known it but hadn't wanted to believe it so was easily swayed. As she began to fear he was right, she hated her fear. In response, fear turned to anger and she stepped off the stool backing away from him, towards a wall away from the door almost unconsciously cornering herself as she shook her head. "No... no you can't teach her. How can you say you can protect her? Look at you! Your fire burned you... didn't it? DIDN'T IT!" She shook her head, hands rising to cover her face. She wouldn't let them near fire like that again. She couldn't. "No... no I won't let you. She is a CHILD not a Master of GreatMaster or whatever you called her." She looked up with tears on her cheeks and almost pleaded to make him understand, to make the words real. "She can't be magical. She CAN'T... no... please..." She covered her face once more, slid down the wall and wept.
Everytime they ran she had seen things she couldn't explain. She figured Fate or the Goddess was smiling on them. Horses were spooked by nothing, barrels would roll into the path of followers just at the right time, and crates in the harbor blocked them from view though she had sworn they hadn't been stacked that high when running towards them. She had to be right. It was the Goddess and not the child... it had to be. It couldn't be the innocent Elizabeth.
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Syrus « Reply #27 on: October 13, 2006, 10:36:16 pm »
Knox turned on her, the wild brewing in his eyes. " Magic...has a fickle definition, it can be described and describe many things, and many ways of things. It can protect and destroy, burn out of control, and bring the living from the brink of death. I chose my path and learned to control myself, and I lost control protecting my family. I earned their lives, and they did not receive a scratch, but in a fateful battle I almost completely consumed my entire body in a flurry of Stormfire, and swirling blades. And you, who are you to judge me by my appearance? You yourself wield a magic of sorts, and cannot even see it. You are blind to your own eyes, because you do not want to know the truth. With or without me her power will recognize potential, but who will be responsible when she doesn't understand it, can't control it. She has a bad dreams and blows up her room? How will you sleep knowing you are killing her!? " He ranted and raved and at his final point he picked up a knife from the counter and wielded it awkwardly, advancing upon the cornered woman. He aimed a little to the side of her head and set the blade about heating itself 'til the blade was steaming, giving her the proper need to defend herself. He would toss the blade heavily toward the wall next to her face, and as it flew end over end he waited for either her shield to appear and prove that she herself had magic she did not understand, or bend the heat of the blade if it did not react and ready to stop the blade in case she jerked into it's path without her defense.
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:41:39 GMT
Rebekka « Reply #28 on: October 13, 2006, 10:47:07 pm »
She shook her head now cowering in the corner. She covered her ears over and over murmuring the words 'no... she can't' but it didn't help. She heard every word he spoke and the tears fell now as she shook her head and watched him fume. "NOOO! I see the burns! I won't let her be burned!" She closed her eyes squeazing them shut willing him to stop.
Opening her eyes as he mentioned her own power she stood slowly and shook her head still. "No... I don't. How can you say that? IF I were magic I would know. She is a child! She can't be so powerful unless you TEACH her. You WANT her to be like you don't YOU! You want her to make fire and kill and hurt and blow things up. I won't allow it!" As she raised her voice the shield around her began to glow.
As the voices were raised, Elizabeth crept to the doorway to watch from the shadows. She knew when people argued, especially with Bekka, it meant they would have to run again. Was it a trap? The man with fire.. had he been sent on purpose? So many bad things happened with fire. She had hoped he was different, but as she watched him approach her friend, the one she called mother, she thought he was going to kill her as the others had tried.
She listened to Knox raise his voice..."How will you sleep knowing you are killing her?" As the knife was loosed Beth screamed and stepped into the doorway.
Suddenly several things happened at once. Bekka's dragon flared to life with a power not seen since the last attack and almost audibly roared but was oblivious to the woman who raised to hands as if to ward off the blade by sheer will alone. Beth's hands raised at the same time, but not to block. As her hand moved so did the knife, shifting off course to lodge in the wall several feet from her mother where it immediately burst into flame and the girl ran to Bekka to hold her and yelled at the same time. "NOOOOOOO!" As she turned to Knox, who a moment ago thought was about to kill her ma, she thrust her right hand out and a flame ball the size of the first one he had made in their shop was formed and hurling towards him. "I WON'T LET YOU HURT US!!" Her words screamed after the fireball as she stood half in front of the woman as if protecting her, the dragon wrapping around her as well but as if helping her and shielding the mother.
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Syrus « Reply #29 on: October 13, 2006, 11:01:53 pm »
He had hoped the girl wouldnt have seen this, as he wasn't trying to hurt the mother, but merely prove his point, and now it had all gone awry. He watched as the shield roared to life, and tried to talk sensibly to the hysterical women. " Elizabeth, look with your power, not your eyes. Look at your mother, before your mother, encompassing the both of you? Do you see the blue? Can you sight the auras? Can you see my golden aura around me, burning like fire? " He spoke quickly, previous positions in politics' coming into play as he tried to dictate the conversation as he followed the course of events quickly. As she summoned the fireball he would will that the woman opened here eyes and see it as it flew toward him.
Knox reached out a single hand, and opened his fingers wide before the fireball, perfectly mimicking his own, but used for the wrong reason. This was not an attack, but a utility spell. She was already failing to cast effectively. " This is how it starts. She's using what she knows to fight back, and not doing it correctly. I haven't taught her a thing and already, look at the size of her attack. " The ball stopped and swirled in his hand, blazing before he squeezed his hand shut tight and watched the smoke rise from his palm. " You must understand, I am not trying to hurt you, merelly show you your own power. I couldn't have hurt you if I had wanted to with that, because of your mother's defense, and your own gift. I know you have no reason to trust me, but I would never try and hurt anyone innocent. " He had been gesturing wildly and talking with his hand until this point, but now he would lock his arms behind his back, to show that he was not using any type of magic. " You don't have to let me teach the child, but perhaps you should both ask yourselves, don't you want to understand what it is about you that always keeps you out of trouble? How to fight back effectively against your pursuers? I'll never let them get you, but if I'm not around and they find you, how are you going to protect yourselves if you're cornered, what happens if you cannot run? You could be a Grandmaster someday...you have incredible talent Elizabeth. "
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Rebekka « Reply #30 on: October 14, 2006, 12:20:45 am »
As he dissipated the fireball and ordered Beth to look at the aura, she gasped. "Ma... can you see the dragon!" The girl, momentarily having forgotten everything else looked as the now dark blue creature danced betweenher and her mother. She followed it with her finger and smiled. "I told you mama, I TOLD you you made a dragon before. You didn't believe me."
She turned to face Knox frowning. "Why did you throw that knife at mama? You said you were my friend." Suddenly remembering the attack she balled one of her hands and it glowed slightly red.
Bekka pulled Beth back into her and while she didn't say it, her eyes betrayed that she had accepted the aura enough to follow the head of the dragon as it whirled around her. Then she turned to Knox. "I... I don't understand. What's happening?" Then once more fear was replaced by rage as she half growled. "This is your fault! YOU DID THIS!" She pulled Beth closer to her. The girl squirmed slightly in pain and discomfort. "I have always taken care of Elizabeth and I always will. She will never blow up her room because she isn't this Grandmaster you keep making her out to be. She isn't magical. You saw it! The dragon is mine. Even SHE admitted it." The woman refused to acknowledge the girls power, especially in light that would mean she had failed to notice before and wasn't able to teach her. "She will not do anything cause she is a child and can't be magical."
Beth looked up at the woman and spoke softly. "Yes I am mama. I can move things. I never told you cause you said the magic people after us was bad people. So I thought you would say I was bad cause I can do magic too. I won't do it anymore mama, I promise I won't. Please don't cry anymore." Beth tugged at the woman's dress front trying to plead her innocence. "I won't do it again ever... I promise. Please don't tell me I am bad."
The woman looked down at the girl unable to think of what to say. Everything she had believed in the last few months was falling apart.
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Syrus « Reply #31 on: October 14, 2006, 12:35:27 am »
" You say I brought this on, but listen to the child, it's happened all along. I am just making you recognize it. I can help you, I can help you both. By the gods, woman, look at the child's hand. She just threw a grade 2 fireball, though it was ineffective, due to her age, lack of training, and control. You will have to face your past. Will you be prepared? " Knox tightened his stance and stood straight up, suddenly becoming a figure of authority. He would gaze upon them, his stern eyes from before flowing cooly back into the pools of aquatic essence they had been before, kind, but tired. " Power without control is nothing but a disaster, think of that, but in the mean time I have a meal to prepare, and you are in my kitchen. An audience doesn't view a piece of art before it is done, I would ask that you please exit into the lobby and take a break, you look tired. I'll bring both of you a drink, what will you take? "
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:41:46 GMT
Rebekka « Reply #32 on: October 14, 2006, 01:01:29 am »
Bekka listened to him. Her head hurt from the aura and the conversation. There was no way all of this had always been. Was he right? Were the powers always there and she just wouldn't see it?
Beth looked at him and spoke softly. "Do you have water? I am really thirsty now, please."
Bekka just stroked her hair and whispered softly. "Let's go in the other room. He will bring what he has baby." She looked him and frowned slightly from the headache. "Anything is fine, Sir Knox. Thank you. I am sorry we have been so much trouble. Perhaps we should go. You ahve already been so kind and here we nearly destroyed your fine shop." She turned seeking the door still slightly disoriented. She wondered absently if her dillerium after all the times before were fromthe magic or from the panic.
It didn't matter, pain was pain. And right now she was shaking slightly. They were always running after the chaos so she never noticed till they collapsed from exhaustion sometime later. She bit her lip slightly looking down at Beth and stroking her hair. "I will never call you bad, little bird. I never will, I promise."
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Syrus « Reply #33 on: October 14, 2006, 01:31:43 am »
As Beth walked out he nodded to her and quickly turned to listen to Bekka. " That is fine, if you are cold, there is a blanket on the couch in front of the fireplace on the right side of the lobby, feel free to take her and get comfortable, you may take your food there or at a table if you wish. And please, do not insult me, I built this place with my own two hands. If you're not magical, then you couldn't come close...right? " He said defiantly, and with a wink to show the lightheartedness in the statement. He would completely ignore the notion of them leaving, he wanted them to taste his food, and the properties of his cooking tended to restore both mental, physical, aural, and magical energies in people, it would help.
Knox ambled over to the nearby cooking service and took a deep breath, as if thinking deeply. He wanted to make something they hadn't had before, something elegant, and delicious. But he did not want to overwhelm them and cause them to have second thoughts about eating what it was he served. Knox began diligently extending his powers forth as he heated the cooking surface and began moving with haste, putting things in bowls and draining, then mixing, constantly doing something as he prepared to take the bread out of the oven that he had put in when he first walked into the room. On the surface would cook a soup consisting now only of dragonbone broth and various spices and seasonings, and he was now beginning to mix in bits of whole potato to cook as he brought the creamy broth to a simmer over the heat of the steely surface. With a flick of his wrist he took a knife and cut up a bit of dragon tail and mixed it in with regular chicken. The coloration and texture of the two were obviously different and the tail would taste somewhat of a mix between steak and lobster, both tough and juicy, but also light, and almost fluffy to taste. He would season the meat and cook it seperately directly upon the stovetop as he prepared other bits of the soup, adding things here and there, carefully measuring, heating, cooling, and draining, paying careful attention that everything tasted just right.
The pot of soup was small, and the bowls wouldn't be too terribly large, for Knox believed that the key to a successful meal was smaller portions and greater variety, keep them with different tastes, flavors, seasonings, and experiences. Knox quickly checked the oven and saw that the bread had risen and was fluffy and soft. It was ready, and the soup would be done any second. He grabbed and basket and carefully placed a napkin in it, allowing the edges of it to hang off as he placed the bread inside the basket and folded the napkin back over on the bread. He went over to a cabinet, now releasing the heating of the stovetop and heating it slower and lower as he dropped the meat in with one hand and placed the bowls, silverware, and bread onto a cart with little wooden wheels on the bottom.
He heated the soup with one last burst of heat to add the smokey flavor of the kindling that rested beneath the shiny surface of the stove and then took the soup off the countertop with his bare hands, careful to place it on the cart, and not on top of anything else so it sat uneven. As the soup cooled slightly he made a trip to his cooler box underneath the kitchen and pulled out a few ingridients for his next course that he would cook soon. He grabbed a few of the glasses nearby and grabbed a pitcher of water and a pitcher of a mixed, alcoholic drink. ( Would taste like a fruit juice with a slight tang as opposed to the burnt taste of a whiskey or such. ) Such drinks were in a smaller cooler there in the kitchen along with the meats he had used for the soup, and he grabbed the cart and walked out, sure he had everything that was necessary for them to begin their meal.
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Rebekka « Reply #34 on: October 14, 2006, 02:20:32 am »
Beth walked yawning into the shop and was already on the couch. As Bekka winced at the obviously jestful chastisement she nodded. "I am sorry, Knox. I guess there are more things Beth and I both need to learn. You are kind to have offered and I am sorry if you are upset now and don't wish too."
She turned with a thank you mentioned about the blanket and headed out before he could reply.
She went to the couch to sit down and pulled Beth to hold her close and covered them both against the chill of exhaustion. Unfortunately the heat of the fireplace and the adrenalin drop from the panic a moment ago won out, and within moments they were both asleep. The looks on their faces one of peace and relaxation.
Had anyone known, it was the first sleep they had had in several days where they felt safe. The normal blue glow that hovered about them, was completely gone save for their normal auras. Bekka's was a soft palest of blues and Beth's a soft gold matching her hair. The two were nearly a picture of perfection... too bad such power was locked in them both it may be their last peaceful night.
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