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| Teslyn | Feb 22 2009, 08:55 PM Post #11 |
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a fleeting presence
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"Oh, do forgive me," Emry said in a tone of embarrassed surprise. "I did not realize you were saving the seat for the lady." Standing, dragged a chair over from another table and placed it to the side, near the Elven-boy's - Faelin, he had called himself - chair, with a contrite, sheepish smile. His lively green eyes, dancing with quiet amusement for any who looked to see, belied his rueful manner. He wasn't in the mood to put a full effort into acting, because of course, Fate hadn't been willing to meet him up with one of those exceptions to the Elven race; that much was made blatantly clear when the boy stood to greet the girl, bowing graciously. Stiff fool, Emry thought as he resisted the urge roll his eyes or to bang his head against the wall - or the table, as it was significantly closer. Instead, he remained standing, inclining his head in the girl's direction as well. "And I am Anev Ilb'stard, miss. But please, call me Nev. Pleasure to meet you and Faelin of the West River Clan both - I believe I have met some of the West River Clan before..." And killed a goodly number too, he added happily - mentally, of course. Elves were such a pain that it always put him in a better mood when he thought of the ones he'd killed by the hundreds - or even better, actually killing them. |
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| rewrite-it | Feb 22 2009, 09:35 PM Post #12 |
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Commander of the Faithless
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She had failed to push her way through the crowd, and, in her unaggressive ways, was instead pushed by the crowd in whatever direction the massive, applauding, drinking throng of merrimakers so pleased. The stench of alchohol and human man's sweat made her stomach churn, summersaulting through a jungle of stench so foul as to force tulips to double over and brown in utter shame of not being able to mask it. She focused her concentration on the fellow Elf - whose clothing, she now noticed, was far finer than what one might expect from a messenger - and his table, and was more than surprised to find him addressing a human. By the time she reached the table, she was almost awe-struck or perhaps simply curious, muted and silent in observance either way. She couldn't help but start to fidget with the her sleeve's trim, lowering her eyes out of courtesy or habit. It was when the elf - Faelin - gave his formal introduction when her sense of brisk purpose returned. Suddenly having no patience for formalities, she simply nodded at his bow and opened her mouth to launch immediately into bustling, hushed tones when she recognized the hume was still present. How had she missed him?! She sensed something so absurdly strong, though unplaceable, about everything the white-haired man -- -- It was unsettling. She cleared her throat softly, and ducked her head slightly, not daring to make any gesture towards the bag over her shoulder. "Gentlemen, a pleasure, I'm sure," she sang in her soft voice, hardly audible under the general roar of the tavern. Her fidgeting continued, her glistening eyes travelling upwards in a sudden burst of confidence. "My apologies, but I have but little time for banter." Her words were brave, especially coming almost soundlessly from her quiet and peculiar behavior. She took the offered chair, nodding her thanks towards the reeking human briefly, and proceeded to stare pensively at the wooden table. |
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| DarkAngel013 | Feb 23 2009, 12:47 AM Post #13 |
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Sleepy Inspiration
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Location: Procul Port Date: Sept. 1st Time: Evening When the figure arrived there, the figure decided to wait a moment before beginning to walk towards the beach of the port in the dark evening. The new moon was tonight and the figure needed all the darkness it needed for the large spell it was going to cast. Pulling the life out of the nearby creatures that lived in the sea on the shores, the plants, and as well as a bit of human life who was daring enough to walk close to the robed figure. Mumbling a complex spell in a foreign language that seemed eerily evil and death, the spell pulled forth a large mirror that stood on nothing. On its dark reflective surface, came the vision of the figure's followers or soon-to-be followers. Smiling with glee, it began to chant a spell that would invoke them to listen to it's voice. "Hello, dear followers, it is time for us to gather~" The voice could not be deciphered if it was a female or a male as it was distorted by the strange gurgling, as if from underwater in another world, trying to transfer completely to the body that the figure now occupied. "Emry, I believe you know where Procul Port is; east to the city that you are now in," the figure said to Emry only. "It is time for us to begin the journey of which we must take to our salvation of the glory of Dark Chaos!" Another dark figure appeared a bit of ways behind the figure, who was revealed to be kneeling down, bowing his head down. "Lord Nemesis, welcome back," the man said. Cutting off the connection of the spell that had drained it, Nemesis turned towards the kneeling figure, its aura still just as menacing as it was three centuries ago, although, this time, it is much, much worse. "Ah, yes, it is a pleasure to be back in a world of disgusting humans, filthy elves, stinking werewolves, and sickening fairies," Nemesis said, its voice clear that it hated being here. "I see that you, are still alive... even after all these centuries... and you may rise." "Yes, I've only lived to serve you, and I stayed hidden until you would once again, return," the man said, his head still bowed as he stood up. Only then he dared to look up. "Lord, why have you covered yourself to hide your appearance?" "Ah, all is to be revealed soon, my dear, but for now, be off and go seek to find Emry... he is greatly needed, and you'll bring him back here," Nemesis said, waving its arm. As soon as the man disappeared, Nemesis began to chuckle with a creepy feeling that something bad was to come soon. "Yes, yes, everything will soon be revealed; my dear spy Leviathan, Emry Conte and soon-to-be new addition, Re'lar ti Synar... Yes, everything is going to be so much fun..." Nemesis ended that statement with a cackle before disappearing in a shroud of dark smoke. Edited by DarkAngel013, Feb 23 2009, 01:14 AM.
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| DarkAngel013 | Feb 23 2009, 01:13 AM Post #14 |
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Sleepy Inspiration
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![]() Location: La Mar City Inn to Tavern Date: Sept. 1st Time: Early Evening With the feeling that two of them were already near where he was in the city, he left the room of which he occupied and headed towards the tavern, where two of the auras were radiating quite beautifully, not even trying to be hidden. He twitched when he knew that it revealed who they were, as he had already learned of which the ways to hide his presence to seems as if he was a mere human, however, the scent of being a halfling was distinct to those who had a keen sense of smell. Leaving out of the inn, he stepped into the fresh air of the city, aware of the other many scents that roamed the vast place. Pulling himself into the shadows, he began to move through the alleys to navigate his way to the place where the auras were the strongest, which seemed and appeared in a tavern. Hiding his disgust behind a small smile, he took a deep breath before stepping into the ale-contaminated-sweaty-humans filled place. Immediately, he was hit with the strong smells of the tavern, immediately wrinkling his nose in disgust before it became hidden in a curious expression. In the corner of the disgusting-scented-humans tavern, was three people radiating scents that did not belong here. He had heard their conversation from the inn, when he had been trying to pin-point the exact location of their auras when his hearing clicked with voices that rang strong of their elements. He could not help overhearing their names being introduced... and one with a voice that seemed familiar... Two of them were of being elves, and the other one... was... something... different, however, he could not figure it out until the memory hit him hard. He shook his head in disbelief, unable to really understand why Nemesis's second-in-command still looked the same and unchanged, from what he could see in his gestures. It was amazing that he had managed to live through three centuries without his beloved "Lord." He pulled himself into the crowd of people, hoping that his presence was completely masked. That and the fact he was also completely masking his presence. By some miracle and briskness, he appeared at the table with a smile. "Hello, guys, you two want to order something?" he asked to the female elf and the male human. The one who sat in the corner of the corner table, Faelin was his name if he recalled, had his clothes hidden behind a poorly made illusion, of which his eyes clearly saw through. This must be the Elemental Wizard of Light, he thought as he glanced to the elf female whose blue eyes reminded him something of the ocean for a moment. Maybe the Elemental Wizard of Water? Her aura seems to say so. A moment later, he felt the dark energy suddenly materialize in the room, clearly radiating all feelings of death and evil. It was no doubt Nemesis dark energy... being sent to his second-in-command leader. His eyes quickly looked around for the person who would have had their heart rate speed up at the sudden discovery. Edited by DarkAngel013, Feb 24 2009, 12:11 AM.
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| Oracle | Feb 23 2009, 02:33 AM Post #15 |
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Head of Diplomatic Affairs
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![]() Location: La Mar City Tavern Date: Sept. 1st Time: Early Evening Her hurried attitude had Faelin's eyes narrowed in scrutiny. "Gentlemen, a pleasure, I'm sure. My apologies, but I have but little time for banter." She seemed nervous as she settled into her chair, as if she didn't want to look at him. Did she find him distasteful in some manner? So far as he knew their clans were in accord, there should be no disparity. "I know the establishment is unpleasant. Perhaps we should leave soon to discuss our business in privacy, but surely there is enough time for me to finish my meal?...And for you to tell your name? Your voice is a soft melody to the ears after this raucous rabble. Surely a little pleasantry will not overly delay you?" She was fidgeting, her eyes cast down at the table as if ashamed of something. Perhaps she was shy? or just slow witted? "We may not stick to the formalities, but pray, common courtesy needs be met." He furrowed his brow, and dealt her a sardonic grin. Did she have no manners at all? She had delayed him for several hours and now cried haste? Well one question was answered...her clan must be desperate. There was something wrong about the human. His face appeared young, but when Faelin looked into his green eyes they seemed ancient. For a moment the candle light flicked off them and Faelin saw a glimpse of the person behind the eyes. A sense of ill dread, crept into him as if he were walking with death. He nodded brusquely, "Nev, I'm sorry but I think we will be leaving." He set down his utensils and was about to rise, dragging the female out the door with him if necessary when he was interrupted. "Hello, guys, you two want to order something?" Faelin didn't want to appear rude, but everything was skewed. He sensed that this was another elf, but something more. An elf would never stoop to working in a human tavern, so what was he doing here? Slowly his hand slid to the knife at his belt as a dark foreboding filled the room. The other elf felt it too. Faelin turned to the girl, not sure if she perceived it. "Be prepared, trouble comes." |
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| Fyre Prince | Feb 23 2009, 03:29 AM Post #16 |
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Lord of Sorrows, Designer of Despair, Aspect of Anguish, Prelate of Pain
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![]() Location: Unknown Date: Sept. 1st Time: Evening The annoying human would have died if Mortis wasn't suddenly disturbed during his spellcasting. His aim had gone awry and the man's horse took the brunt of the blow, its once strong and healthy body rotting off and decaying as the curse consumed it. It collapsed on the grassland a rotten carcass, flinging the human into the ground where his armor clanked about noisily. He was just about to ready another curse when he heard the words: "Hello, dear followers, it is time for us to gather~" The voice, though indistinguishable by sex, chilled him to his bone. Never had he felt such darkness and evil before, not even when he was under his master's tutelage. Somehow, it had a touch of familiarity to it, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it. It suddenly hit him like a bolt of lightning. "Lord Nemesis! He had risen again!" The human paladin forgotten, Mortis turned away and started off for the source of the call, eager to serve the Dark One. He had taken but a few steps before the clanking and creaking of armor warned him of the paladin's approach. Skull staff met sword as Mortis Bane blocked the oncoming blow just in time. A cruel grin lit up his features. "It's not honorable for a paladin to sneak up on someone." With a strength that bellied his wiry frame, he shoved hard against the heavily armored knight, the sudden shift in momentum catching the human unawares, causing him to fall onto his back. "I'll help you redeem your honor." A shrill shriek pierced the sky and ended in a wet gurgle. By the time the slumbering sun sets for its rest, Mortis had long left the grasslands, moving towards the source of the call and the ravens were already feasting on the corpse of the paladin whose facial features were distorted by undulated terror as he saw his own heart dug out and eaten in front of his very eyes. |
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Some people blame our generation, but have they ever stopped to think, who raised us?? Erasing yourself from someone's life is not as simple as walking out of the door. Like everyone and trust no one. Don't be humble. You're not that great. Whenever I find the key to success, someone changes the lock. Always borrow money from pessimists. They don't expect it back. Pessimism is great. You're either always right or pleasantly surprised. I'm not stalking you. I'm doing research! I say no to drugs, but they don't listen. I stopped fighting my inner demons. We're on the same side now. ~quoted from someone greater than I. | |
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| Teslyn | Feb 23 2009, 08:10 AM Post #17 |
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a fleeting presence
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A darkness that was not his but was just as unnatural and equally as chillingly cold if not more so penetrated the place he had claimed his own. A tainted long-range communication spell, if he was not mistaken... Hello, dear followers, it is time for us to gather ~ It was a voice that seemed to be the embodiment of pure evil, its gender unrecognizable, and Re'lar ti Synar's features twisted into a grim smile, realizing who it must be. He had always suspected that Nemesis's strange disappearance with no record of his death did not necessarily equate his death, and when a strange, enigmatic young-looking man had appeared at his doorstep - after finding him, no less - claiming that Nemesis was alive and probably-maybe-sort-of-maybe-might come back during his lifetime, Re'lar had been sure of it. So, while the contact was a surprise, it was not completely unexpected... Gathering up his magic, Re'lar stretched out his senses, following the taint of the spell in search of its origins. In a swirl of magic, he was gone, re-appearing far away. He did not kneel as perhaps others would have and as Nemesis probably expected, but stood - his stance was not defiant by any means, no, it was more deferent but not completely subservient. Re'lar ti Synar was a proud man, and he had not yet seen how this Nemesis matched up with the stories of old- "Lord Nemesis," he greeted, tone more curious than anything else. |
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| rewrite-it | Feb 23 2009, 03:51 PM Post #18 |
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Commander of the Faithless
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She was more than aware of the small factors weaving around her -- in fact, she was proud to say she had been anticipating the vast majority of the peculiarities. A faint, angelic grin crossed the young femelf's lips, her eyes sliding closed; making her look the part of a mis-placed beauty in an obscure tavern so generic as to make an educated man cringe in the miserable misrepresentation of one's daily habituals. Her apparent satisfaction doubled when the questionable tavern-worker appeared, though it was not until the High Elf Faelan warned her that she snapped out of her reverie with a dream-like twinkling behind her foggy eyes, and a sense of importance behind her melodic voice. "Gentlemen," - was she using the term too loosely? It seemed so truly peculiar for gentry to be in a tavern, yet her voice held no sourness. In fact, it hardly beheld any emotion whatsoever. "We find ourselves at a crossroads, like Oliviree in the old mythology, but all beheld to our eyes is the lush forests and not the steep drop of the cliffs directly beyond." The volume behind her voice fluctuated like water cupped in the hands. Steady at first to draw their attention, though sporadically dripping between the cracks in the fingers; sliding underneath the roar of the tavern's early night guests and resting comfortably just beyond the grasps of standard human ears' capacity. "Upon both paths lie opportunity and abundance, but it seems only one may lead to indefinite affluence. Must both paths conflict for mutual gain? It seems definitive that one may not achieve while the other does not disinherit. I ask you, though, must Oliviree have chosen but his one path?" Here, her posture shifted. She had yet to look up from the oaken table, and had had the general air of indifference whether her words were heeded. Her misty eyes now greeted the room, searching between the men's faces where appropriate. Fidgeting absentmindedly with her sleeves again, she continued presently: "I am to thank you for answering my father's call personally, Sir Faelan, and remark upon the strong roots our tribes share. I do so, mind you, but perhaps not with the deserved respect. Forgive me my impudence, but, in my mind, we have had this conversation time and time over." Her attention shifted here, now with her messenger's bag across her lap. "You must understand, my mother has fallen ill as of late. A grave omen, but perhaps not entirely a curse. She was gifted with herbs and had the Sight -- illness simply gave her opportunity to strengthen her dubious talent. She Saw... queer things to come, indeed." She finally paused here to furrow her brow inwards, though continued, "This was many a moon ago, and she has not Seen anything noteworthy since." Her eyes now turned to the white-tufted human, searching his face, though she spoke no longer. Edited by rewrite-it, Feb 23 2009, 04:52 PM.
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| Teslyn | Feb 23 2009, 05:54 PM Post #19 |
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a fleeting presence
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That familiar sense of coldness, a chill that reached his bones as it had not in over three-thousand years -- oh, it was much missed, so much so that Emry ran fingers through his shock of white hair (white prematurely, and not because of the three-thousand years, mind!) and shook with silent, uncontrolled laughter. The voice that reached his ears was -- like how the elf-boy had described it - "A soft melody to the ears after this raucous rabble," Emry repeated with a grin. Oh, it was good that Nemesis was back - apparently without his full wits, though, as he had clearly forgotten Emry was as useless with directions as a farmer was with a magical artifact. Even more so, because the farmer could perhaps accidentally set off the artifact and know in which direction he was traveling... Standing abruptly - the others had surely felt the spell. Really, his lord hadn't lost his touch for spells with dominating presences that seemed to scream I am eeevvviiillll! Fearrrr meee!. It was of no consequence, though - the trio of Elves were merely to be a distraction while he waited for his lord to return, and now that he had - and here, Emry could not help but laugh again, this time aloud, the sound ringing with pure, undulated amusement and perhaps a touch of relief - well, his business was done. He realized, perhaps, that his laughter had come at quite the inopportune moment. Coughing to clear his throat, he said smoothly, quickly, before they even had time to respond to his ill-mannered behavior (it was purely circumstantial to him, but them the image of a total bastard complete with the dark aura had no doubt strengthened). "The Sight of Seers has been known to come and go," he said, waving his hand dismissively. "But I was am due to meet my ah - wife. Can someone tell me which direction is north? If I'm not there by sundown tomorrow, she'll send out a search party - " he dropped his voice conspiratorially, "And really, my wife can be such a boar sometimes. Trust me when I say nobody wants a search party." Edited by Teslyn, Feb 23 2009, 05:56 PM.
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| DarkAngel013 | Feb 24 2009, 01:40 AM Post #20 |
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Sleepy Inspiration
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Location: Procul Port Date: Sept. 1st Time: Evening Nemesis appeared silently and turned slowly to face the man who had called to it. "Lord Nemesis," he greeted, tone more curious than anything else. "Ah, hello, Re'lar, it's a pleasure to see you again," it said, the grin on its face clear with an insane-like smile. "How goes your years of loitering around?" It turned its' head towards a small mirror it had set up, to view things as if it were a television of the modern word, if it were not for the fact that it was made from dark magic and that it was hovering over the ground. On the mirror held the image of his spy, who was running towards La Mar City to find Emry, who after all, was directionally-challenged. Pulling out a gloved hand, it touched the mirror and pulled out a small compass-like item that seemed as ordinary as any piece of navigation equipment. "When everyone has arrived, I will begin explaining to everyone of how I expect that we shall summon our Master," it said, touching the compass of its black, sleek skin. "For now, you may do as you wish in the pathetic Port town near here until then." |
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