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 Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 5:56 pm
((Just wondering, would anyone like to help plot a bit to help me with Vexrion? I could easily do it myself, but it would be more fun with someone else. I just don't like making huge posts, which RPing the bit I want with Vexrion would take alone.))
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 6:33 am
((That sounds good Zerix. Vex, I'm having my smuggler Goblin travel to somewhere near Mystocentria delivering stuff to a yet-to-be-named rebel group. Those rebels can be yours unless the other rebels insist on getting it. It'll take a while of posting to get there, but just to let you know.))
Sounded like the deal was sealed. The guard group, now including this new man, totaled to just five individuals, far too low but he would have to deal with it. They would have to do their best to avoid bandits and soldiers alike, a few bribes here and there ought to get them to the destination without issues. Gmurk rubbed his hardy dark palms together happily. "Very good." The Vul-Infusco mumbled.
Gmurk cleared his throat and looked around quickly before lowering his head forward. "We'll be leaving tonight. Our destination is the outpost of Shentzthuul. Small delivery, you'll be paid on arrival." He explained. He could not have given out the details before when he was still just making a deal, now that it was confirmed he had less worries. "We're traveling by horse, if you have any issues with that you'll have to walk and keep up. Enough water will be provided to last us the entire way." He would have spared the coin by just going on foot, but there was a time issue.
As far as the lady went, he had to see what he could do about that. Gmurk patted Gareth's shoulder as he got off his seat and wandered into the clatter and chatter of the tavern. Aamira was surprisingly easy to find, when paying closer attention Gmurk found that particular entertainer easier to spot from the others. Though he still could not exactly appreciate what it was.
"Excuse me." The short man interrupted the lady's work. He took her by the hand and directed her away from any particular group of people.
"Master Gale is a rather prestigious and rich man, and he has taken a particular liking to your many talents." Gmurk started, everything he spoke absolute lies obviously. The goblin pointed across the tavern to the half-elf he was talking about.
"That dance was very well performed, magnificent even." Frankly he had barely looked. "Y'see, the young sir is interested in hiring you for a more... private performance. In fact, he would like to have your company as a friend to him along on his trip. Sir Gale is going on a short trip and will be back in the city before the week is out, and would love nothing more than some companionship while out in the world, on the open road." Gmurk put it delicately and smiled the kindest smile he could, though he could only manage to look rather suspiciously happy.
"Oh I would have gone ahead and ask the owner of this lovely inn, but Gale is a man of respect and kindness. He insisted that I approach you personally and get your own opinion on the matter, let it be your own decision. He would hate to make such a beautiful young woman work against her will." The goblin continued. "So, I must ask in the stead of the shy nobleman, as his accountant and adviser in matters of money, if we could perhaps agree on a price with which you would be happy to come on a small trip as his personal friend."
((Just call me N Silver-Tongue!))
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 8:29 am
Llewelyn coughed violently, hardly noticing she was being lifted into the air as smoke and brimstone filled her lungs. She attempted to struggle, feeling the dragon’s claws close around her. Yet again, she was captured and unable to leave. From lack of oxygen, she went limp in his clutches.
A crowd of elves stood in awe, witnessing the drake disappear into the sky with the woman. Mahnway was at the center, gaping. A few attempted to hit the dragon with arrows, but they were too far out of range. Sudden cries came from the people surrounding in despair. “It’s the High Countess! The dragon took the High Countess!” The Council would surely collapse—that’s what was on every one’s mind.
More cries came, Mahnway stood gaping up at the sky…he suddenly bolted for the Silver Hall. He went to the guards surrounding the building. “You must let me in! Let me in, I say! I need to speak to his majesty!”
“On what grounds?”
“The High Countess Llewelyn has been kidnapped by a Drake.”
The guards looked at each other.
The man chuckled softly in response. “Oh, yes, that.” He jumped down from the tree into the small clearing. Beyond, in a short distance, rose the Elvin capital. The buildings gleamed, and Mordred could almost hear the bustle within. He smiled slightly, crossing his arms. “I supposed we’ll camp here for the evening,” he glanced over at Romhild, over his shoulder, still not revealing his face. “I hope you don’t mind deer,” He began to gather firewood.
It was his usual motion. Set up camp, eat, put out the fire, sleep, keep moving. He stuck his sword in the ground and traced a circle for the fire pit before finding rocks to surround it. “If you don’t mind me saying, Lady Romhild, it is odd to see a woman in these…situations. The armor and the sword, I mean.” He spoke as he worked. Mordred wanted to learn more about the girl he had rescued—perhaps she was even better in battle than she let on. “Let alone practicing in a forest on her own. What is it that drives you to fight?”
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 9:17 am
((The delivery would be more a thing for Xevrex, since now he's in charge. Vexrion is sot of trying to find himself again, like a self discovery quest. If you'd like to help with Vexrion NK please PM for vexrion, I have ideas for him that need someone else to help.))
Xevrex eventually found the strength to stand. Still holding Vexrion's medallion, he hefted up the buster blade and rested it on his shoulder. "WE've lost more than just seven good men. We've lost our father." He muttered to himself, tears still falling down his face. "I've lost family today. We've all lost family today. And I will not stand for any others to be lost. From this day onwards, I will not anything stop me. We will bring about the downfall of the caste system." The man turned and started to walk off to the camp. His footsteps bore the weight of the entire rebellion on his shoulders. "I swear it. The winds will change."
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 7:00 pm
"I am driven to fight for one reason, mainly. I want justice. Not just for myself and not just for slaves, but for all human kind. How can the elves simply blaim we humans for existing, when it was not our on choice or doing? How can they enslave us, treating us even worse than the lowliest of animals without even batting their eyes? How can they beat or murder the innocent and guilty alike, with no discrimination between the two? The elves don't offer justifiable answers to these questions. All they seek is to keep themselves in power, and to keep all others beneath their collective feet." Calmly, Romhild explained her reason as best as she could without detailing her past just yet, sounding a bit bitter about the whole situation, though it was clear that her anger at the situation was not aimed at her rescuer. "I took up the blade so that no more women would be forced to bear the children of strange, unforgiving monsters. I trained, and still do train, to fight so that no child has to be sepparated from his or her family by death or slavery at the hands of those that currently oppress us." After a couple secconds, her cheeks flushed up slightly, realizing that she had been ranting. "Please forgive me. This is...something I am rather passionate about."
~*~
Aamira raised an eyebrow in interest at the goblin's offer. She might have been spoiled and perhaps a bit vain, but she wasn't stupid. She could tell that this was not at all what was said at surface value. She could also tell that her master would be absolutely livid if she accepted any bids from buyers without alerting him beforehand. However, he might not be as livid if she were 'kidnapped' and happened to sneak back with a modest profit, especially if she claimed that the money came from her 'kidnapper's pockets'. It was a gamble, no doubt. Thankfully for the goblin, Aamira had a good feeling about this venture.
"Normally, my master would absolutely forbid anyone renting me without his consent. Normally, he doesn't - often requesting ninety gold, seventy two silvers, and five diamonds up front. However..." Aamira smirked, keeping her tone low and quiet as she spoke with the goblin. "He would be more understanding, though, if I 'escaped' from 'dangerous criminals' that 'kidnapped' me in the market tonight. I could be rescued by you both, and you could bring me back before too long for a gracious reward, assuming I come back a few dozen gold pieces richer."
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 7:21 pm
Mordred beamed a little. "No, no, it's fine; really. I admire, and agree with everything you said. Such strong feelings are difficult to find in times like this." he said sotly , searching for some flint rocks to light the fire. "I understand." He paused, standing, "I suppose I should tell you something about myself since you have shared so much with me." Mordred took his hood and lowered it.He revealed his grey eyes, scared cheeks, his scruffy chin. He was a handsome, strong looking human."My name is Morgan La Fay," he then simply went back to searching for flint rocks. "I feel similar to you, if not exactly. The elvish race is full of evil beings, corrupt, and bent on destroying humans. There are few exceptions--my grandmother being one. She was banished the Silver Hall after she was found to have relations with a human servant." He explained, finally finding two golden rocks. Mordred went to the fire pit and struck them together. Sparks jumped onto the wood he had gathered, and a fire started. He smiled softly, watching the flames lick upward into the sky. Fire was always warm and comferting.
Mordred looked up to Romhild. "I wish to create an army to destory the Council."
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 7:55 pm
A deal was a deal and frankly he had been happy to join up with the goblin merchant. With the unasked whisper pertaining to the details of their voyage he simply nodded in turn at the small direction, his body relaxed and prepared for their apparently imminent departure. "I have no problem keeping on foot, though I have means of procuring a mount for myself if needs must. And I won't need very much water for this passage." He made no mention on the outpost destination being their terminus, for returning to Mythocentria was not enough of an issue in itself to bother his mood.
With his gaze turned pensively towards the goblin moving over to the dancer Gareth wanted to frown at the unusual mannerisms his new boss was demonstrating. A pat on the back? Truly strange. He was concerned about the contact and he What is he doing? No one ever goes out of their way to make contact with me. All the better for them and for me of course but still. He shook his head at the antics of his new charge before he caught wind of the conversation unfolding, his lips curving into a smile at the devious lies of his reputation imparted by Gmurk. What a strange little fellow.
At the sound of her respond to the offer, as well as her expected amount of compensation after her 'abduction' came to pass, the half-breed was already counting up his financial reserves to try and match up with the estimates he had managed to overhear. A few dozen golds piece would be well worth the trouble of the girl, but he could actually do her one better. Reluctant as he was to part from such a bauble, he had to true use for it as there were multiple pieces of similar quality stored away within his safe house at Xylion. Reaching into the front pocket of his dark cotton trousers he grabbed out a small tightly sealed leather pouch holding onto the more significant of his payment advances for all of his contracts. He reached into the pouch to grab one of the largest stones he kept on his person, a dusky ruby of about middling size inlaid into a golden frame. The top of the metal housing was a looped bar suggesting the stone was part of an overreaching locket or pendant, which he soon restored in full by adding the matching golden chain from his right pocket. In the center of the crimson jewel, the rich vibrant shading of the item drawing attention to it within the light, was an inscription; "To the Greatest Rose in the Land...A Treasure Among the Sand." He hadn't questioned where the gem came from. All he knew was that it had been among the spoils of his last battle dispatching a minor Aterisian merchant who had grown to arrogant even among his kind's standards.
Approaching towards the dancer and the employer he shifted to make sure no one was listening in on their conversation, simply doing his best to appear as he was; just a simple sellsword. He stood by just waiting for the girl to take notice of his movements, raising his left hand holding onto the necklace in a bid of showing her exactly what she would be receiving. He did not speak directly to her, but he tilted his gaze to lock onto her gaze as though telling her, "Will this suffice for what you ask as your price?" The necklace was valuable in its own right, or at least based on the hierarchy of gems that comprised of the upper echelons of the finance system. All of the gems were placed on the same level of value, where the personal preferences of the buyer and seller dictated which gems were used. For Aamira's master, diamonds were his jewels of choice whereas another vendor might exclusively deal in only sapphires, another in garnets, another in topaz, and so on and so forth. The only thing that truly controlled value was the item's refinement, size, and relative ease to obtain. These three factors dictated diamonds to be especially difficult to procure in Samiel while they were far more abundant in other more volcanic and subterranean regions.
((Seems like things will get interesting once the supplies from Gmurk are delivered the rebels just before an Arcanisian raid just happens to occur...))
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2012 10:12 am
Elvin looked down at the chaos that had occurred in front of where the palace was, frowning. There was an elf standing there looking like he was about to die of a heart attack. He floated up from where he was on the roof and came over, giving a small snow shower to announce his arrival. The guards looked up at him and he gave a wave in reply along with a large smile. He had arrived to hear that someone had been kidnapped.
“By a drake?” he whispered, floating down to standing to the elf, looking at him curiously. “Is that what all the chaos was about earlier?” he asked, looking genuinely interested. “Hmm and I didn’t want to go there because I might have recognized somebody. Well the drake’s probably taken … Llewelyn did you say? Back to his home.” He clicked his fingers, “wait is this the high countess that you kept locked away? The one everyone in the magician guild said must be absolute stunning beauty? Wow.” He frowned deeply, “how the heck did you let her out of your sight if she was that beautiful?” he could see out of the corner of his eye, the way the guards were just looking confused at him. Elvin flashed another smile to them before turning his attention back to make the elf feel confused and slightly more relaxed he hoped. He had picked up a few titbits on what to do on this travels from people across the kingdom. It was not a good idea to go and see a ruler of any size of fraction and be in such a panic that you didn’t know how to say something.
((aww tiny post ...))
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2012 12:12 pm
Romhild silently listened to Mordred's words, his spoken thoughts, his mighty ambition as she also admired his hansome, rugged features. Once he finished, the woman couldn't help but let a wry grin take place upon her lips. "You can count me in. The council is something that needs to be eliminated, and replaced with a government that will actually do what it is meant to." Of course, by this she meant a government that protected the people - treating all as equal versus some more equal than the rest.
Aamira looked the sellsword over as he approached, her eyes lighting up considerably at the sight of the necklace. A marvelous piece of work, well worth the trouble and risk she would be going through in order to travel with the shady goblin and silent mercenary. Her gaze never left it, not even as she spoke up once more to say, "That...will certainly do as well." She glanced about the room before continuing, "I'll be happy to accept it during my weekly trip to the market, which is tonight - in about two or three hours at the latest. I can't be seen accepting any such gifts here. Too dangerous, I hope you understand."
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2012 2:16 pm
Once Mia had completed her assigned duties, she rejoined Ahriman in the throne room. It seemed they were being treated with an unexpected visit from a representative of the Magician's Guild. She sighed slightly under her breath at the thought. Her poor master. If he were a living man he would never be able to survive his schedule. So much packed into each day, and then having more added in as well on the fly. She wondered at times why the Drake Elemental General was able to have so much freedom, to spend his days in the skies while her master was stuck in the palace, playing slave to the people's wishes. Would his Goddess truly agree with such a fate for her anointed general?
Making her way back into the throne room, Mia stood by Ahriman's side, her book and pencil ready to take any notes that would be important for her master to remember for a later time. And for Cara to stay caught up in their lord's business. Mia listened with silent interest as the representative gave his report. It was quite intriguing to be honest. She never spent much time out of the city so she was rather unfamiliar with these fluxes of power across the country.
Mia looked to Ahriman as he gave his next order for her. "Of course my lord." She said with a small nod. "They shall be informed immediately." Before walking off to complete her task, Mia paused for a moment and turned back towards Ahriman. "My lord...the hour is growing rather late and Cara should be awake soon. After I deliver your message to Vis-Manus, might I be excused to go with my sister to pray?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2012 4:16 pm
Ahriman did not move as he was addressed, staying in place, yet listening intently. To pray... Ah, both of the sisters. The rest of his night would move so much more efficiently. "That is only appropriate. However, there is one more task for you here." Ahriman replied calmly. His covered face remained on the doorway, as if expecting something.
Soon, the doors to the throne room opened and the men he had assigned to search for Llewelyn entered. Mahnway and Elvin had been left at the entrance to the palace, not allowed to enter, after the Captain of the Countess's bodyguard had quickly interviewed them before going in. The search party walked briskly to the throne room and all knelt down in front of the throne.
This was an unfortunate sign. They would not be early without results, and if they had found the female they would have brought her along. "Speak." Ahriman commanded them. They would have the answer and he jumped to no further assumptions, it did seem unusual for the lady to have come to any harm though.
"... Your lordship." The captain of the bodyguard started hesitantly and shared a pained look with his subordinates. All of their heads remained bowed low, their helmets tucked under their arms. "It would appear, Lord... That the High Countess has been taken by General Irilentath from the city streets, and carried off into the sky. We were not prepared, our attempts to even get the General's attention failed."
'What?' That made little sense. Iri? What was he planning now... Ahriman stayed unusually unresponsive for several minutes. The situation was beyond anything imaginable. The situation of the High Countess leaving the Silver Hall had been considered, under numerous circumstances, but never would anyone have brought up 'She gets taken by a Dragon General'.
"Prepare the Dragoon elite for combat and ready to march tomorrow morn." Ahriman commanded, and the bodyguard captain nodded. "Immediately." He added more sternly. The captain stood up, bowed, and marched off with his men.
"Servant, I require a potential alternate schedule prepared. If General Irilentath fails to show for our meeting with the R'aalguthar, I will not personally participate in my festival. Instead a replacement body will take my place and all my appointments moved to the next week." Ahriman detailed. A replacement was very easy to put in his stead, as he was always so covered up they only needed a person who fit in his outfit.
What would he do with his sudden whole week opening in his schedule? Ahriman would personally march the most qualified Dragoons in the Mystocentrian military to Irilentath's lair and reclaim Llewelyn. Laws had been broken, severely. This could be taken as an act of war, but then the total annihilation of the Drake species would not be in the benefit of his kingdom. An example needed to be made, and that should be enough.
With that, Ahriman stood and left the room via a side door. Since his handmaidens would be occupied for the moment, other servants directed the Lord to the meeting with the seamstress.
The room was wide and luxuriously furnished. The seamstress was famous for her work in Mystocentria, and more so by Ahriman having chosen them for this duty. There were several options to go through, for each part of the festival he should be taking part in. Ahriman trusted his handmaidens, for when they were ready, to give a more public opinion on his outfit. The one most preferred by the public would be worn of course, for greater appeal to the citizen.
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2012 5:07 pm
... 90 GOLD AND 5 DIAMONDS!?! For a human!? Who was this woman! The Queen of the Arcanisan elves!? Gmurk quickly looked the female up and down, looking a little puzzled.
...Maybe he was just not that good at judging people on the outside, at least in terms of additional value as a slave. He did know the standard prices for people, somewhat.
Gmurk grinned when the girl came up with a surprisingly devious plan. How very unexpected, yet truly excellent. "We are more than happy with that arrangement, and will make it worth your while." Gmurk replied brightly. Just a false kidnapping in the dark market streets, as long as they did not make a big fuss it would work well.
Then, the new bodyguard showed up, and offered... Gmurk's eyes widened and he stared with great desire at the necklace. What. Was. That! So large, so shiny. He stared at it more than the female did and was slowly broken out of the trance by the talking that went on. "That uh..." Gmurk started and shielded his eyes from the gemstone with his hands. "That sounds perfect. We'll see you then, prepared to go immediately." He explained. "I need to go prepare our rides. Sir Gale, you're free to tend to your own business until we need to meet with the lady. Or can come with me to see your colleagues on this trip sooner."
With that, the goblin wandered back to the table of his kinsmen and after chugging down a drink, he threw down some coins to pay for their last round. After a quick good-bye this particular Vul-infusco wandered out of the tavern, and to a nearby stable. It was being kept open unusually late, all his doing of course. Meeting with four large men, two human, one werewolf and an elf, Gmurk began assigning the group mounts and allocated the load each one would carry. All the horses were strong stallions, able to carry a large quantities of equipment in combination. They would be ready to meet the dancer later on and get going.
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2012 6:55 pm
"Exactly," Mordred replied with a smile, putting his hands above the fire, allowing his chilled calluced fingers to warm. He was slightly surprised. Romhild had not recognized him? It was possible, but it simply struck him. Mordred grinned a bit wider--it was slightly refresing really. Sometimes being known was a double edged sword. As he looked up at her, he admired the cunning smile on her face as well as the determination in her eyes. He admired it. By Mysto--who would have thought he would meet a girl like her at a time like this?
Mordred lifted himself upward and took off his bow. "I'm going to catch some food."
He suddenly went to a tree and jumped into it. Within minutes, he came out from the brush with a buck over his shoulders. He threw it on the ground and took out a dagger, ready to skin it. "We should be able to cook him within a few moments."
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2012 7:21 pm
Mia smiled slightly to hear that she would be allowed to go pray after a couple more tasks. Both her and her sister loved their time in the inner temple, to be among their goddess, Mysto who they served first before all others. They loved to raise their voices to the heavens, singing to their goddess, and receiving the sign of her appreciation of their devotion. The soft glow of their marking always told the girls that the goddess knew they were there, and she was pleased with them.
But before she got to here this other order, the guards of the missing High Countess walked in. Mia's eyes widened to hear what had occurred out on the city streets. "General Irilentath? But..." Mia held her tongue from saying anything more. Technically she shouldn't have spoken at all, but the shock of the General's actions made her loose her place for the fraction of the second. Wide eyed and trying to wrap her head around the situation, Mia looked to her master and nodded briefly. "Yes my Lord." She murmured, and went to do his bidding.
After delivering the message to Vis-Manus, Mia found herself in the study, trying to rearrange Ahriman's schedule to free up his next week if it were needed. It took her nearly an hour to find a place for everything, making it fit around another appointments and having to change some completely. She ensured all appropriate messages were sent out to the various attendees of the rescheduled meetings to enure that they were properly informed. Once completed, Mia left this new schedule, as well as the altered festival schedule on the General's desk for his approval. Her tasks completed, Mia was finally able to go meet with her sister.
Cara was just waking up when Mia walked in the room. The twin fairy looked completely identical in appearance to Mia. The only real way to tell the difference between the two girls, other then the personality, is the slight different in hair style and clothes. Mia preferred to have her hair sweeping in front of her brow, framing her face in curls while Cara preferred to have it combed back from her face. Mia usually went without shoes as she tended to hover everywhere, while Cara preferred liked to wear knee high boots that matched her dress. Mia waited on her bed and chatted animatedly with her sister while Cara got ready for a new day. Like Mia, Cara couldn't believe that General Iri would go so far as to kidnap the High Countess. But unlike Mia, Cara was a little more vocal about it. "The little b*****d! How did he become an elemental general anyway? He doesn't commit to any of his duties, most of the time he's off flying somewhere and no one can find him, and all the work gets passed on to Ahriman!" Cara obviously kept her voice hushed so people outside the door wouldn't hear all the blasphemy, but her tone was unmistakable.
Once Cara was washed and dressed, the two girls walked down the marble hallways together to the inner temple of the goddess. No one stopped them from going in, or even asked what their business was. They were well recognized and though they were merely servants, were of great authority in their own right. The moment they walked in the temple, they could already feel the slight difference in the mark upon their arm. Mysto knew they were there. However, they did notice, that the mark wasn't as bright as it usually was. For whatever reason, Mysto seemed saddened by today's events. Though it was not the girls' place to interpret the will of the goddess. Mia and Cara knelt at first , bowed before the feet of the goddess in silent prayer. They both of course had their own things they wished to pray for. The protection of their family, and those in the palace. Guidance from the almighty. And strength for Ahriman to forever hold his mighty burden. Lastly of course, they thanked the goddess for all they had bestowed upon them, and preyed that she would someday find favor with her mother once again. Once their prayers were complete, the two girls raised themselves up from from the alter, and turned to face each other. "Are you ready my sister?" Cara asked, holding both of Mia's hands. Mia nodded, and on that note the twin fairies began the second stage of their prayers. They began the ancient song, handed down from generation to generation within their family from the days when Mysto walked free in her lands. It is said, that their ancestor came across the goddess one day, and sang for her, the same very song the girls sung now. Mysto enjoyed the song so much she requested that it be sung to her everyday. Now there was no way to prove it, but it was tradition. A tradition that the girls enjoyed very much.
Mia and Cara raised their voices to the heavens, the words of ancients filling the temple to the passed down melody. As fairies, their voices were naturally enchanting. From years of singing together, the girls could harmonize perfectly. While the song continued, wings spread and feet left the ground. They hovered slightly off the ground in the prayer of a songstress. Near the end of the song, the goddess began to show her favor. Though the girls could still feel she was saddened, the matching marks upon their arms began to glow brightly in the dim light of the temple. A few moments after, the girls hovered back to their feet, and their song stopped. They released each others hands and faced their goddess a final time. "Until next time, our lady. May you sleep peacefully."
Prayer finished for another night, Mia and Cara left the temple, and went in search of their lord Ahirman once again. No doubt he would be in need of them for some task or another. Upon a guess, they went to search for him in the room that had been prepared for his final fittings of his festival uniforms. Mia knocked lightly on the heavy wooden door before Cara opened it up. "Good Evening My lord." Cara murmured with a curtsy as she entered the room, Mia close behind her. Ahriman, as well as any other person in the room or near by, would be able to see the increased glow from their mark. It would last for roughly an hour after prayer, a constant reminder of Mysto's ever presence and proof of her knowing the events of the world.
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2012 8:32 pm
Gareth smiled before he pocketed back his apparently entrancing bauble, his eyes flashing with anticipation for what was to come during the journey. He soon reached to take her left hand before bowing to kiss the back of her palm, his empty left hand soon depositing a golden coin in her hand as naturally as one would draw a breath. He knew that she could not be seen with the necklace, but he wanted to assure her that just hearing them out had payed back immediately for her consideration. Thus without saying a word yet to her he exited the establishment in due course, flashing her a final suggestive glance that he would be there when the time arrive for their departure.
As for the offer from the Infusco he swiftly kept apace to join the rest of the warriors assigned as the active guardsmen, knowing that introducing himself before hand was merely a common if not professional measure of courtesy. "I would be happy to meet our comrades briefly, though I will depart for my own business...And speaking of the dancer, besides your obvious generosity and golden gift for language I mean." He chuckled and cut himself off at the goblin's lying, amazed with the creature's linguistic skills put into practice that easily made a mockery of the traders he had encountered earlier in his company. "It would be best if you and I, or myself alone preferably, collected the girl. Having all of the men come along could prove quite disastrous in trying to avoid any notice."
Seeing as he had some time to himself he wandered over towards the nearest market district within Samiel, a local massive space arranged in a near perfect circle allowing for the maximum amount of stalls and vendors to be put on the displace. The rich dark granite underfoot contrasted to the various wooden carts and stalls set into the place, many of them looking untainted by the persistent dust of the underground that marked them as surface vehicles. Even towards the latter half of the night the market still had a considerable surge of consumers piddling and arguing for the best bargains. A motley collection of goblins, human slaves, Gencretura, Turafar, and the occasional cloaked form that could belong to the reclusive Black Scaled Mer. Those concealed beings he avoided on an urge of impulsive self-preservation, still blissfully unaware that had he run into a true Mer she be drawn to him above all others...
The soldier of fortune took the time to wave down the local horse trader to purchase a steed for himself, wisely taking some time apart from the rest of the group to handle his own private affairs. He wanted to accomplish three-fold his tasks; the first of course to find a strong sturdy steed capable of withstanding a two week voyage above. The second of course was to meet up with the girl and guide her over in secret to the rest of the group, for a larger crowd would only serve to grab her attention and his elven heritage would suit him well to avoid excessively wandering eyes. At least none directed at her; his pale skin made him a unique visage among the Ateris, but that could work to his advantage. The last task would be one of a more private affair; he had a special token paid to him as a symbol of his allegiance to the Aterisian nobility, and he deemed it wise to keep an item of such importance on hand during longer foyers. Even though he was heading directly to Mystocentria once again, there were advantages to have a magical token with him, limited though it was. But he would reaffirm the possession's mystical properties once he met up with the dancer successfully.
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