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Post by Desther Ruach on Nov 26, 2005 2:08:57 GMT -5
Crossing his arms, he surveyed the area silently, the same serious expression on his features, as was intended. The wind blew fiercely, almost like an omen, announcing nonchantlantly a change. He turned his head around, sensing the humans going about their toying. In the east, were the Vampires and Lycans, fighting and feeding. To the West, were the demons, he could sense the stupor, but also the 'famed' fortress, made legendary by the demons. And to the North, the forest. He could sense the people who lived there, it was the Elves. And all around he sensed the straggling Fallens. Slowly he turned towards the South, where he sensed them. He remained with his composure, not showing no emotion, although he was angered. He closed his eyes, calming himself, internally, and turned back to the whole of the town, memorizing it's 'blueprint'.
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Post by Dánëa' Aré Sinyë on Nov 26, 2005 2:14:34 GMT -5
"How long shall we remain within this accursed city, Desther? I do not wish to remain here for long." She turned to look at him. On cue as always Desther was in his own reverie, thinking of who knew what. She never pried and she did not care either. His business was his own, all she cared for what improving her knowledge of powers and spells. Her white robe swayed within the blowing of the wind. Her long Blonde hair, blowing across her face. She held a staff of medium-built which held nothing but the ancient runes of another languge. Hidden within her coak, laid Elven Bow and Arrows, and even Elven daggers. She stepped away from him, sensing the Elven city in the forest, and even the auras of the more powerful of her race. She turned to the city, reminiscing of the reputation of the place, wondering what business brought them there.
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Post by Desther Ruach on Nov 26, 2005 2:16:52 GMT -5
He remained in his spot, listening to Dánëa' Aré, although she was a very powerful woman, she was one that could be impatient at times. He sucked his teeth, and walked down the hill, speaking as he did so. "We will leave once our business here is done, Dánëa' Are." He pulled out one of his daggers, throwing it infront of him, watching as it hit a deer and sensing when it instantly died. "You should now be so impatient. You shall gain what you seek, and furthermore."
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Post by Dánëa' Aré Sinyë on Nov 26, 2005 2:20:11 GMT -5
"I do not care for fame or riches. I only wish for what my vocation has called upon." She turned, watchin him step away from him. She moved the staff infront of her, and began to follow. "And you've yet to inform me of the purpose of this visit. I do not pry, but I must know why I am in a place such of this calibur." She watched as the deer died, and moved from him towards the animal. She knelt down, folding her hands with both index fingers outstretch infront of her, she spoke a runic work, and waited as the wind picked up around the animal, and die down just as quickly, the deer running off. Clasping her staff, she stood again.
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Post by Desther Ruach on Nov 26, 2005 2:22:48 GMT -5
"You shall know soon enough, Dánëa' Aré. Think of our stay here as a stop, a stop where we shall be a step closer to gaining both our goals. Although different, I am sure we shall aid each other, as we have done for the past 3 years, my dear." He moved next to one of the trees down the plain, and touched it. Closing his eyes, he went back to a time long ago, that none except himself and the people he was after, would remember, or even know of."
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Post by Dánëa' Aré Sinyë on Nov 26, 2005 2:24:59 GMT -5
She smiled briefly, coming beside another tree. She tapped her staff a few times, watching it wither, then tapped it a few more watching as it came back to life. "Yes, as always. I shall only know of your plans at the very end. But very well then, I will not question you. I will put blind trust in you, as I have. But do not double cross me, you need not fear anyone more than an Elven Cleric scorned."
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Post by Desther Ruach on Nov 26, 2005 2:28:09 GMT -5
"I have not double crossed you yet, Danea. Put a bit more trust in me. I shall not anger one of my most trusted allies, now will I?" He opened them again, noticing a Tower in the distance. Her words making him smirk. She had no idea of who he was, but he would humour her. He respected the Elven Maiden, she was very strong, deceptive, cunning, and not to mention she was a beautiful prize for any, but he had but one goal and he would never let such things cloud him.
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Post by Dánëa' Aré Sinyë on Nov 26, 2005 2:30:23 GMT -5
"No, not I. But I do remember what happened to poor Hemmel. I havent forgotten what you did to his entire army. Pity really, but to each their own." She muttered anotehr ancient rune, and watched as the staff shrunk in size and she pocketed it. "I have hopes one day of knowing who you truly are, Desther. Something in me tells me you are not who you say you are, but I will let events unfold as they should."
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Post by Desther Ruach on Nov 26, 2005 2:33:19 GMT -5
"No one is ever really what they say they are. We all change within time, becoming stronger, adapting to our environments." Memories of his ten thousand years in the Abyss passed through his mind. Under most circumstances he would have been angry, but in the end his stay did more damage for everyone else, than himself. He gained abilities unknown to any who were like him. He let a drop of water dance along his hand, soon the drop began to glow with the color of fire. Both the water and fire mixing to create a bright energy source, he released it, closing his eyes, shaken by the movement of the ground, when the drop hit the ground. A small crater under his feet now.
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Post by Arioch Marvolo on Nov 26, 2005 2:40:04 GMT -5
He walked slowly with Iaraya. It had been ages since he had seen her but he figured it would be a nice present for Ireth to know what her daughter had been up to. She was quiet for now but as they had walked from the Tower she had spoke of her Neices and of her Nephews. And even of the goings on in the Tower. He smiled at her breifly but it was gone quickly, "It seems you are doing well Iaraya. Your Mother will be happy to hear. She has been worried about you for some time, but Laita's leaving has caused her more Anguish. Your Uncle is well as well. WE spoke breifly before I left. He wished me to tell you hello and that he will come to speak to you himself when he can." He looked away from her looking up ahead, spotting two others. One was an Elven he could sense that distinctivly. The other was more complex.
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Post by Iaraya Táralóm on Nov 26, 2005 2:46:20 GMT -5
She listened to Arioch, but her thoughts were else where. She regretted the decisions she had made and wished that there was some way for her to take them back. But she knew there was no turning back. She missed the Elven Village and even more so her family. She would never completely forgive herself for almost causing the death of her Uncle and hopped he could at least forgive her. She heard Arioch stop speaking and nodded, she didnt want to speak anymore. It was to depressing for her. She sighed and spoke out of curtesy, "It is a shame Laita has left. I wish she would have stayed but she is after all a Taralom. We all have our stubborn streaks. In time she may forgive Mother and Uncle." She looked around also spotting the pair in front of them. She quickly removed her silver tiara from her head and placed it in the deep set pocket in her cloak, learning early on what some creatures would do for precious things. She smiled politely to them as they drew closer, notcing the aura of the elven, but could barely distinguish the demonic aura of the other.
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Post by Dánëa' Aré Sinyë on Nov 26, 2005 2:51:45 GMT -5
She watched the droplet, it was almost like an art to him. The smallest things could caused the most destruction, she couldnt understand how anyone could do it. Not even the strongest of the demons she'd seen could do such a thing. She shook her head, sensing a Fallen and another Elf coming towards them. She saw the Elven woman quickly remove something from her head, and she smirked to herself. As if she cared about the materialistic. She gave a nod, and turned to Desther. "Yes, I'm well aware. How could you explain my vocation otherwise? Do you think the Elven peoples run to become Clerics? Most aspire to be members of the guard or priests and priestesses of some sort."
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Post by Desther Ruach on Nov 26, 2005 2:58:13 GMT -5
He sensed the auras of another Elven woman and that of a Fallen. That was quite the odd pairing, knowing how Elves stayed mostly to themselves. He knew this first-hand because of when he met Danea. He remainedwith his eyes closed, not showing any facial expression. He tended not to do so in the company of any except Danea. "I'm well aware, I was but merely stating the obvious." He pulled away, eyeing her. "What I do not understand, is which supposed 'god' you serve. Clerics are meant to serve a deity, arent they?"
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Post by Arioch Marvolo on Nov 26, 2005 3:01:35 GMT -5
He sighed he knew she was just talking for conversations sake but he wished she would at least speak to him more. "It is, but I can say that in some ways it is my fault. I caused your mother greif and anguish. She left because of what I did. She did help me though and I owe your sister that much." HE stopped and turned to her, "We would both like both of you at the Wedding. And I can say for both of us that we want you in the life of your siblings."
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Post by Iaraya Táralóm on Nov 26, 2005 3:05:44 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes as she heard what he said, he was being foolish and starting to annoy her. She didnt turn to him because she was eyeing the man, he seemed oddly familiar to her. "Oh come off it Arioch. Mother did not have to leave when she did. She could have stayed, she did after Father died. It was mother's choice and you had nothign to do with it. So Please spare me." She stopped speaking even though she wanted to say more but it dawned on her why the man seemed familiar. She had seen him before, somewhere. A long time ago in another Town. They had never met but she had seen him she was sure of it.
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