Post by Emmarie on Nov 28, 2010 23:47:06 GMT -5
Halo of Noire: Well the night had come and Mela had ended up in Eldon Heath, in order to spend the night at Cair Rhyfellion to be ready for the quest tomorrow. She was not 100% sure she was going, but she was considering it. After all she didn't
Halo of Noire: get to go on so many adventures as she was the one always sending people on them in the Order. After putting her stuff in her room, and changing her clothes to something more appropriate for this realm, she headed down into the main
Halo of Noire: hall, having exchanged her t-shirt for a bodice that hugged her curves nicely, with puffy sleeves, in a deep blue color and still in her black leather trousers. Though feet were bare, as she knew the hearth was blazing and she'd be
Halo of Noire: warm enough. She moved close to the fire and stood warming herself, long black hair shot through with crimson highlights pulled back over her shoulders and combed to a sheen.
FeraIPrince: There was a soft touch upon her flesh, the whisper of wind trailing over her exposed flesh. If she was quick of eye she would note this wild strand of air had a hue to it, a light silken bue. The color of the first ice that claimed
FeraIPrince: the pool in winter. This wisp moved away from her and danced across the ceiling before it shot down into a chair. Coiling into itself tighter and tighter until it was no more, all that remained was a man. None other than William. A
FeraIPrince: faint nod given over to the other magus as he looked her form over. His tones playful as he broke the silence. "I believe we have words to share Lady Melantha."
Halo of Noire: She shivered slightly at the touch to her pale skin, glancing aside in time to see the blue strand of air dancing. Her keen gaze followed it's movement until it became forming the man upon the chair, and she was not at all surprised
Halo of Noire: to see that it was William that formed. A singular nod given towards him before she turned to hold her hands in front of the fire again. She heard him, but for the moment she did not answer. Though after a few moments she turned and
Halo of Noire: moved to a nearby chair and sunk into it. "Words? That sounds serious."
FeraIPrince: "Only as serious as you choose to make them Melantha." William spread his hands out wide to either side, showing his exposed chest, and allowing the sleeves of his jacket to fall down upon his forearms. By all accords he was
FeraIPrince: at least trying to show he came in peace. chuckling as he knew that they were both aware no magus let alone Fera was ever unarmed. Looking from her to the fire and back again he would narrow those wide eyes. "You always seem vexed
FeraIPrince: or strained when you return from that place you go. I shall not mention it again, though it would appear that it drains you."
TarnishedWarlord: Lithel had found a place already to set up his obsitcal course. Taking Mela's advice he had already started setting it up, many of the silk ropes anchored to the trees, but he still had a good bit of work to be done. Walking slowly
TarnishedWarlord: inside his new home now he shook off his body. The cold getting to him just a bit, those bare feet padded across the floor, sending him closer to the fire to warm up some, only to see William, and Mela there already. Smiling to the
TarnishedWarlord: both of them, he gave each a soft bow of his head before he spoke to them. "It seems we can not be without each others company for long."
Halo of Noire: She reached upwards and rubbed the back of her neck, a tell-tale sign of those that knew her that she was a little to greatly exhausted. Her violet eyes closed as he spoke those words and a soft breath was issued. They opened and
Halo of Noire: looked across at William and she gave an absent shrug, as she whispered seemingly to herself, then spoke louder towards him. "I've had some issues there of late with my gaining more leadership. Time will tell what happens next. But
Halo of Noire: no need to worry or anything." She glanced aside as Lithel
joined them and gave him a smile. "So it seems. I guess when you find good
company, one does not wish to part with it. The more we know each other
though, the better able we
Halo of Noire: will work together."
FeraIPrince: Looking over to the Monk he would offer a true and genuine
smile, one marked free of that normal impish taint. "I am inclined to agree
with the Lady. I make many friends in my wanderings, but very few friend
Monk, please me to see
FeraIPrince: as much as you two." Looking back to Melantha those azure eyes
of his shifted, something timeless eating away at their core. Chaos and power
locked in battle for domination over the mind. The air about them felt
heavier, thick and
FeraIPrince: cold, like a frozen blanket tossed over the two. The moment was
fleeting. A glimpse through a keyhole. "I come from the Old Lands, there I
found none to be my equal. I surpassed all that came before me. Even besting
my legendary
FeraIPrince: Mother. As much love as I hold for those places, we are here
now. This is home. These are our people." His hand giving a small flick
upwards, the faces of RaS passing as phantom images above them before fading.
"There will come a
FeraIPrince: time, I have seen it, where there will be no room for these
that are half here and half scattered. I speak out of care Melantha. When you
have to choose, I pray you do as I did."
TarnishedWarlord: Not being part of the start of their conversation he
wouldn't make a comment about what she'd just said, after all, he didn't know
what it was about. Though smiling all the more to the pair, he nodded his
head in agreement. "This is
TarnishedWarlord: very true. We each should know each other as best we can,
then we can work that much more fluidly together." He listened though mroe to
William. His right brow lifting, taking in what he said, but not really
understanding exactly
TarnishedWarlord: what it was aimed toward. Never the less he moved to
settle himself down on the couch directly infront of the fire. His bare feet
lifted up, placed a bit closer to the fire to warm them more. Though, oddly
enough for someone who
TarnishedWarlord: wore no shoes those feet of his were spotless clean, and
still appeared as soft as the rest of his flesh.
Halo of Noire: She felt odd without a tome and ink pen in her hand, or a cup
of coffee, but for now she intwined her fingers together and listened to
William intently. She knew he spoke the truth, and one day she'd have to
choose. She wasn't sure
Halo of Noire: what she'd choose at this time, but she gave a soft nod
towards him. "Emmarie has spoken a few times to me of the 'Old Lands', though
I did not realize anyone had ever bested her there. Though she has never said
anything to that
Halo of Noire: effect, it is what others have said. But yes, we are here now
and I am loyal to Rhyfellion." She watched as various folks passed by, many
of those people she knew from the Order. They'd all have to choose perhaps.
She tucked her
Halo of Noire: bare feet and leather clad legs under herself and folded
hands in her lap again. "So, William, you are a mage, as am I, and dear
Lithel here is a monk. All mystical beings. So we do not tread on each
other's territory, perhaps we
Halo of Noire: should give information on where our specialties lie."
FeraIPrince: "There were only two that could claim such a right, I as her
son. She taught me many things, her blood flows in my veins, we share many of
the same....effects from commanding what we do. The other was a man, brutish
and large, crude
FeraIPrince: and violent as a summer tempest. He was the one who marked my
mother." Resting the tips of his fingers upon where Emma bore a scar upon
her face. A teardrop. "Pray he nor his woman find their way here."
Blinking away the those
FeraIPrince: two before he mentioned would offer a faint nod. "I am Bastet
first and foremost, feral born but noble taught. I am as much beast, if not
more so, than I am man. The abilities of the magus that I command come from
the mind, I am
FeraIPrince: Psion. I have no set path in those arts, I bend time, space,
forces, and matter with equal ease. For those affairs that tend to require
the dark, I am Rogue. This are but a few parts that make the whole, but they
are the more
FeraIPrince: polished. Friend Monk, the floor is yours."
TarnishedWarlord: Well Lithel wasn't normally the type to talk about himself
much, but when asked, he would offer all he could to them. Hearing the pair
he smiled more, only to nod his head at William as he spoke as if they were
to take turns.
TarnishedWarlord: Clearing his throat just a bit he shifted in his seat just
enough to face both of them more before he spoke up. "I am a Monk, a follower
of perfection. I have no real magical abilites, though some of my skills and
traits can be
TarnishedWarlord: considered as such by those on the outside. Instead, they
are more a result of my training, and devotion to my simple goal of reaching
a level of existance that surpasses that of a normal being of my kind." With
a simple nod given
TarnishedWarlord: he then looked down to his hand just a little, as if
thinking before he spoke again. "I am also an Oratio, as such, I can use my
devices that were gifted me to protect upon reaching such a honored posistion
inside of my race that I
TarnishedWarlord: can manipulate time slightly. Though due to my lack of
magic, it is difficult for me to really hone those skills as well as I would
like sometimes." Just a little on that, though he would offer much more if
they wanted, as it was
TarnishedWarlord: something he was proud of, more than anything in his life.
"Oh, and I seem to be changing into that of a water Elemental somewhat, it is
why I bleed pure water....Though I'm still unsure exactly why, or what it's
given me other than
TarnishedWarlord: my odd life giving fluid."
Halo of Noire: She listened to them both speak, telling of thier own
abilities and powers and specialties, giving attention to each in turn. Once
Lithel had finished, she would speak as well, allowing for questioning later
she supposed. "I am
Halo of Noire: primarily a mage, secondarily a fighter. As far as magic goes
my specialties lie in blood magic, and shadow magic. I also have delved in a
variety of other magics since I am in charge of numerous mages in the college
I am Head
Halo of Noire: Mistress of, but those are my specialties. I also hold
certain traits from my race, that of the ananasi. I can see well in the dark
and need no other type of light. I can take the form of shadows among other
shadow related spells.
Halo of Noire: Most of my magic is carved into my skin, therefore it is
always available to me. I have a skill in lockpicking. I can 'unweave' any
spell, supernatural ability or otherwise skill that was gifted by the Queen
of Spiders; a skill
Halo of Noire: very closely guarded by our kind, and desired by other fera
as it enables me to unweave any fera gift as well.I think that's about it. I
am also a healer, though my way of healing is harsher than most."
FeraIPrince: "There is the meat of it. We now know where we may place our
faith in one another, or when to offer the floor." Those raven brows pulled
down slightly as he tilted his head to one side half a degree. Listening to
something that it
FeraIPrince: seemed only he could hear. Standing up in his chair he moved
towards Lithel, giving the man a firm clasp upon the shoulder as he passed.
Making his way to Melantha he would stop to one side of her chair, looking
down at her with an
FeraIPrince: unreadable expression. After a moment though it passed and he
offered a smile, fingers gently brushing the line of her cheek before moving
away. "It would appear as if one of our own is in need. I shall return
forthwith, if things
FeraIPrince: go to plan."
Halo of Noire: She looked up with an absent look in her eyes, though as he
reached out and touched her cheek she smiled genuinely at him as she leaned a
bit into it, and offered him a wink. "Be well, William, and I will hopefully
see you tomorrow
Halo of Noire: when we head out to our death." She grinned a bit at that.
Emma was nicer than she was though and wouldn't send them to their deaths --
would she?
Halo of Noire: get to go on so many adventures as she was the one always sending people on them in the Order. After putting her stuff in her room, and changing her clothes to something more appropriate for this realm, she headed down into the main
Halo of Noire: hall, having exchanged her t-shirt for a bodice that hugged her curves nicely, with puffy sleeves, in a deep blue color and still in her black leather trousers. Though feet were bare, as she knew the hearth was blazing and she'd be
Halo of Noire: warm enough. She moved close to the fire and stood warming herself, long black hair shot through with crimson highlights pulled back over her shoulders and combed to a sheen.
FeraIPrince: There was a soft touch upon her flesh, the whisper of wind trailing over her exposed flesh. If she was quick of eye she would note this wild strand of air had a hue to it, a light silken bue. The color of the first ice that claimed
FeraIPrince: the pool in winter. This wisp moved away from her and danced across the ceiling before it shot down into a chair. Coiling into itself tighter and tighter until it was no more, all that remained was a man. None other than William. A
FeraIPrince: faint nod given over to the other magus as he looked her form over. His tones playful as he broke the silence. "I believe we have words to share Lady Melantha."
Halo of Noire: She shivered slightly at the touch to her pale skin, glancing aside in time to see the blue strand of air dancing. Her keen gaze followed it's movement until it became forming the man upon the chair, and she was not at all surprised
Halo of Noire: to see that it was William that formed. A singular nod given towards him before she turned to hold her hands in front of the fire again. She heard him, but for the moment she did not answer. Though after a few moments she turned and
Halo of Noire: moved to a nearby chair and sunk into it. "Words? That sounds serious."
FeraIPrince: "Only as serious as you choose to make them Melantha." William spread his hands out wide to either side, showing his exposed chest, and allowing the sleeves of his jacket to fall down upon his forearms. By all accords he was
FeraIPrince: at least trying to show he came in peace. chuckling as he knew that they were both aware no magus let alone Fera was ever unarmed. Looking from her to the fire and back again he would narrow those wide eyes. "You always seem vexed
FeraIPrince: or strained when you return from that place you go. I shall not mention it again, though it would appear that it drains you."
TarnishedWarlord: Lithel had found a place already to set up his obsitcal course. Taking Mela's advice he had already started setting it up, many of the silk ropes anchored to the trees, but he still had a good bit of work to be done. Walking slowly
TarnishedWarlord: inside his new home now he shook off his body. The cold getting to him just a bit, those bare feet padded across the floor, sending him closer to the fire to warm up some, only to see William, and Mela there already. Smiling to the
TarnishedWarlord: both of them, he gave each a soft bow of his head before he spoke to them. "It seems we can not be without each others company for long."
Halo of Noire: She reached upwards and rubbed the back of her neck, a tell-tale sign of those that knew her that she was a little to greatly exhausted. Her violet eyes closed as he spoke those words and a soft breath was issued. They opened and
Halo of Noire: looked across at William and she gave an absent shrug, as she whispered seemingly to herself, then spoke louder towards him. "I've had some issues there of late with my gaining more leadership. Time will tell what happens next. But
Halo of Noire: no need to worry or anything." She glanced aside as Lithel
joined them and gave him a smile. "So it seems. I guess when you find good
company, one does not wish to part with it. The more we know each other
though, the better able we
Halo of Noire: will work together."
FeraIPrince: Looking over to the Monk he would offer a true and genuine
smile, one marked free of that normal impish taint. "I am inclined to agree
with the Lady. I make many friends in my wanderings, but very few friend
Monk, please me to see
FeraIPrince: as much as you two." Looking back to Melantha those azure eyes
of his shifted, something timeless eating away at their core. Chaos and power
locked in battle for domination over the mind. The air about them felt
heavier, thick and
FeraIPrince: cold, like a frozen blanket tossed over the two. The moment was
fleeting. A glimpse through a keyhole. "I come from the Old Lands, there I
found none to be my equal. I surpassed all that came before me. Even besting
my legendary
FeraIPrince: Mother. As much love as I hold for those places, we are here
now. This is home. These are our people." His hand giving a small flick
upwards, the faces of RaS passing as phantom images above them before fading.
"There will come a
FeraIPrince: time, I have seen it, where there will be no room for these
that are half here and half scattered. I speak out of care Melantha. When you
have to choose, I pray you do as I did."
TarnishedWarlord: Not being part of the start of their conversation he
wouldn't make a comment about what she'd just said, after all, he didn't know
what it was about. Though smiling all the more to the pair, he nodded his
head in agreement. "This is
TarnishedWarlord: very true. We each should know each other as best we can,
then we can work that much more fluidly together." He listened though mroe to
William. His right brow lifting, taking in what he said, but not really
understanding exactly
TarnishedWarlord: what it was aimed toward. Never the less he moved to
settle himself down on the couch directly infront of the fire. His bare feet
lifted up, placed a bit closer to the fire to warm them more. Though, oddly
enough for someone who
TarnishedWarlord: wore no shoes those feet of his were spotless clean, and
still appeared as soft as the rest of his flesh.
Halo of Noire: She felt odd without a tome and ink pen in her hand, or a cup
of coffee, but for now she intwined her fingers together and listened to
William intently. She knew he spoke the truth, and one day she'd have to
choose. She wasn't sure
Halo of Noire: what she'd choose at this time, but she gave a soft nod
towards him. "Emmarie has spoken a few times to me of the 'Old Lands', though
I did not realize anyone had ever bested her there. Though she has never said
anything to that
Halo of Noire: effect, it is what others have said. But yes, we are here now
and I am loyal to Rhyfellion." She watched as various folks passed by, many
of those people she knew from the Order. They'd all have to choose perhaps.
She tucked her
Halo of Noire: bare feet and leather clad legs under herself and folded
hands in her lap again. "So, William, you are a mage, as am I, and dear
Lithel here is a monk. All mystical beings. So we do not tread on each
other's territory, perhaps we
Halo of Noire: should give information on where our specialties lie."
FeraIPrince: "There were only two that could claim such a right, I as her
son. She taught me many things, her blood flows in my veins, we share many of
the same....effects from commanding what we do. The other was a man, brutish
and large, crude
FeraIPrince: and violent as a summer tempest. He was the one who marked my
mother." Resting the tips of his fingers upon where Emma bore a scar upon
her face. A teardrop. "Pray he nor his woman find their way here."
Blinking away the those
FeraIPrince: two before he mentioned would offer a faint nod. "I am Bastet
first and foremost, feral born but noble taught. I am as much beast, if not
more so, than I am man. The abilities of the magus that I command come from
the mind, I am
FeraIPrince: Psion. I have no set path in those arts, I bend time, space,
forces, and matter with equal ease. For those affairs that tend to require
the dark, I am Rogue. This are but a few parts that make the whole, but they
are the more
FeraIPrince: polished. Friend Monk, the floor is yours."
TarnishedWarlord: Well Lithel wasn't normally the type to talk about himself
much, but when asked, he would offer all he could to them. Hearing the pair
he smiled more, only to nod his head at William as he spoke as if they were
to take turns.
TarnishedWarlord: Clearing his throat just a bit he shifted in his seat just
enough to face both of them more before he spoke up. "I am a Monk, a follower
of perfection. I have no real magical abilites, though some of my skills and
traits can be
TarnishedWarlord: considered as such by those on the outside. Instead, they
are more a result of my training, and devotion to my simple goal of reaching
a level of existance that surpasses that of a normal being of my kind." With
a simple nod given
TarnishedWarlord: he then looked down to his hand just a little, as if
thinking before he spoke again. "I am also an Oratio, as such, I can use my
devices that were gifted me to protect upon reaching such a honored posistion
inside of my race that I
TarnishedWarlord: can manipulate time slightly. Though due to my lack of
magic, it is difficult for me to really hone those skills as well as I would
like sometimes." Just a little on that, though he would offer much more if
they wanted, as it was
TarnishedWarlord: something he was proud of, more than anything in his life.
"Oh, and I seem to be changing into that of a water Elemental somewhat, it is
why I bleed pure water....Though I'm still unsure exactly why, or what it's
given me other than
TarnishedWarlord: my odd life giving fluid."
Halo of Noire: She listened to them both speak, telling of thier own
abilities and powers and specialties, giving attention to each in turn. Once
Lithel had finished, she would speak as well, allowing for questioning later
she supposed. "I am
Halo of Noire: primarily a mage, secondarily a fighter. As far as magic goes
my specialties lie in blood magic, and shadow magic. I also have delved in a
variety of other magics since I am in charge of numerous mages in the college
I am Head
Halo of Noire: Mistress of, but those are my specialties. I also hold
certain traits from my race, that of the ananasi. I can see well in the dark
and need no other type of light. I can take the form of shadows among other
shadow related spells.
Halo of Noire: Most of my magic is carved into my skin, therefore it is
always available to me. I have a skill in lockpicking. I can 'unweave' any
spell, supernatural ability or otherwise skill that was gifted by the Queen
of Spiders; a skill
Halo of Noire: very closely guarded by our kind, and desired by other fera
as it enables me to unweave any fera gift as well.I think that's about it. I
am also a healer, though my way of healing is harsher than most."
FeraIPrince: "There is the meat of it. We now know where we may place our
faith in one another, or when to offer the floor." Those raven brows pulled
down slightly as he tilted his head to one side half a degree. Listening to
something that it
FeraIPrince: seemed only he could hear. Standing up in his chair he moved
towards Lithel, giving the man a firm clasp upon the shoulder as he passed.
Making his way to Melantha he would stop to one side of her chair, looking
down at her with an
FeraIPrince: unreadable expression. After a moment though it passed and he
offered a smile, fingers gently brushing the line of her cheek before moving
away. "It would appear as if one of our own is in need. I shall return
forthwith, if things
FeraIPrince: go to plan."
Halo of Noire: She looked up with an absent look in her eyes, though as he
reached out and touched her cheek she smiled genuinely at him as she leaned a
bit into it, and offered him a wink. "Be well, William, and I will hopefully
see you tomorrow
Halo of Noire: when we head out to our death." She grinned a bit at that.
Emma was nicer than she was though and wouldn't send them to their deaths --
would she?
