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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 6, 2017 10:10:13 GMT -8
The man turned slowly, and Eli could almost hear his bones creak. He was thin and pale, clearly unwell. What was it about this place that made people so ill? The man stared at her, eyes blank and glassy.
"Y-yes? What...is...it?"
He spoke so slowly, as though every word were a struggle. Even though he was looking straight at Eli, she might get the impression that he couldn't see her at all, and that he was staring straight down to the end of the hall.
"You...you're...the...new...guest..."
He coughed weakly into a handkerchief, resulting in a black splatter on the white silk.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 7, 2017 21:47:19 GMT -8
Rosynne would enter to an empty lobby, a bell ringing above the door as she stepped in. A moment later, the proprietor walked in from what appeared to be a dining room. He was old and decrepit, with more wrinkles and creases in his face than a dried apricot. Despite his age, though, he seemed to be surprisingly energetic, with a spring in his step as he approached the newcomer.
"Ah, welcome to Crowley House! Two guests in one day, I'm very pleasantly surprised. Would you like a room for the night, or longer? I'm afraid dinner just ended, although if you'd like I can set you up with a bowl of stew. I'm sorry to say that all the sausages are gone. It's four silver pieces per night, plus one for dinner if you'd like that."
He grinned at her, showing a mouth missing more teeth than it had left.
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Eli Nightshade
Dedicated
Always up for a quest!
Roleplay posts: 155
Age: 21
Physical Description:
Eli has since grown into the new world and as she understands and uses her magic she matures both physically and mentally, she is of above average height and has long fiery red hair which complements her bright Azul eyes. Her mother had described them as a vessel that had captured a lightning storm at sea, bright, beautiful yet full of danger.
She has a relative petite body in an hourglass shape which is still developing into its form, some would describe her as athletic and elegant in posture and gait.
Eli now has several 'runes' of power marked on her skin.
Clothes and Equipment: ===============================
She doesn't wear the traditional clothes of a witch, mostly because she hates her lineage and instead adopts a more roguish look with almost knee-high brown leather boots, her good luck brown and white striped knee high socks which have since torn and a more practical dress, something a huntress would wear not an upcoming witch. She also wears a two-tier necklace which carries her power-stone, at current one jade and one smoky gray stone sit in their case as she has yet to master warrior magic.
Player's online availability : Everyday! Just Pm me for a writing session :D
Registered: May 1, 2017 16:05:15 GMT -8
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Post by Eli Nightshade on May 8, 2017 8:12:11 GMT -8
The man turned slowly, and Eli could almost hear his bones creak. He was thin and pale, clearly unwell. What was it about this place that made people so ill? The man stared at her, eyes blank and glassy. "Y-yes? What...is...it?" He spoke so slowly, as though every word were a struggle. Even though he was looking straight at Eli, she might get the impression that he couldn't see her at all, and that he was staring straight down to the end of the hall. "You...you're...the...new...guest..." He coughed weakly into a handkerchief, resulting in a black splatter on the white silk. Eli cringed as she saw the full sight of the man, he was as sickly as Crowley was when she firs arrived, the same Crowley who was no dancing around the kitchen smiling. She looked behind her to see if anyone was falling up behind them, the mans eyes kept glazing over as if he was staring straight through her. "Yes, Yes I am. I want to know what happening here." She said trying to ignore the deathly aura surrounding and summoning as much confidence as she could.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 8, 2017 8:19:55 GMT -8
"What...what do you mean?"
The man stared blankly at Eli, gaze still glossy and unfocused. He took a deep, shuddering breath, clearly struggling to breathe. All of a sudden, his eyes locked on to Eli's collar and he seemed to suddenly focus for a moment. He reached out a hand, gesturing towards Eli's chest.
"You...you have a mouse..."
Albert squeaked and hid deeper within Eli's shirt. The man stared, transfixed by the little creature.
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Eli Nightshade
Dedicated
Always up for a quest!
Roleplay posts: 155
Age: 21
Physical Description:
Eli has since grown into the new world and as she understands and uses her magic she matures both physically and mentally, she is of above average height and has long fiery red hair which complements her bright Azul eyes. Her mother had described them as a vessel that had captured a lightning storm at sea, bright, beautiful yet full of danger.
She has a relative petite body in an hourglass shape which is still developing into its form, some would describe her as athletic and elegant in posture and gait.
Eli now has several 'runes' of power marked on her skin.
Clothes and Equipment: ===============================
She doesn't wear the traditional clothes of a witch, mostly because she hates her lineage and instead adopts a more roguish look with almost knee-high brown leather boots, her good luck brown and white striped knee high socks which have since torn and a more practical dress, something a huntress would wear not an upcoming witch. She also wears a two-tier necklace which carries her power-stone, at current one jade and one smoky gray stone sit in their case as she has yet to master warrior magic.
Player's online availability : Everyday! Just Pm me for a writing session :D
Registered: May 1, 2017 16:05:15 GMT -8
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Post by Eli Nightshade on May 8, 2017 8:23:30 GMT -8
Eli took a step back grasping at her chest and protecting her powerstones. At first, she thought that was what he was going for like most people but when he said mouse she relaxed again. "I do yes, His name is Albert" She caressed Albert through her shirt reassuringly.
"Why is everyone ill here? and why is Crowley suddenly better? There's magic here and I need to know what its doing" She asked desperately.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 8, 2017 8:36:30 GMT -8
When Eli clutched at her chest, the man pulled his hand back and his eyes became unfocused once more. He paused for a long moment before answering her question. Was he thinking? Was he having a stroke? Who could tell, he barely looked alive anyway.
"Ill? Nobody's...ill. We're all perfectly healthy, little girl. Don't...don't you worry about us, they say we're just fine. Just ask her."
He coughed again, which soon became a violent coughing fit. Within moments, he had collapsed on the ground, hacking and choking.
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Eli Nightshade
Dedicated
Always up for a quest!
Roleplay posts: 155
Age: 21
Physical Description:
Eli has since grown into the new world and as she understands and uses her magic she matures both physically and mentally, she is of above average height and has long fiery red hair which complements her bright Azul eyes. Her mother had described them as a vessel that had captured a lightning storm at sea, bright, beautiful yet full of danger.
She has a relative petite body in an hourglass shape which is still developing into its form, some would describe her as athletic and elegant in posture and gait.
Eli now has several 'runes' of power marked on her skin.
Clothes and Equipment: ===============================
She doesn't wear the traditional clothes of a witch, mostly because she hates her lineage and instead adopts a more roguish look with almost knee-high brown leather boots, her good luck brown and white striped knee high socks which have since torn and a more practical dress, something a huntress would wear not an upcoming witch. She also wears a two-tier necklace which carries her power-stone, at current one jade and one smoky gray stone sit in their case as she has yet to master warrior magic.
Player's online availability : Everyday! Just Pm me for a writing session :D
Registered: May 1, 2017 16:05:15 GMT -8
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Post by Eli Nightshade on May 8, 2017 9:13:24 GMT -8
Eli watched the man collapse to the ground and anger flowed through her "CROWLEY! SOMEONE HELP!" She shouted kneeling down and trying to help the man who was supposedly ill. Who had he been speaking about, she had never seen another woman in the inn and she was just about done with the lying. She was getting answers.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 8, 2017 17:08:18 GMT -8
The man coughed and choked on the floor, but eventually fell silent. However, despite Eli's cries, nobody came to her aid. If she listened closely, she might hear Crowley talking to someone downstairs. A new patron, perhaps? Regardless of what the mysterious proprietor was up to, the man laid on the ground, unconscious and barely breathing. As she knelt in the hall, Eli would hear a low, steady creak from the walls. Looking around the hall, it looked almost as though the walls were flexing inward, closing in on her.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 8, 2017 23:31:46 GMT -8
Crowley nodded enthusiastically, and Rosynne would likely hear the bones in his neck creaking. If he were any more vigorous, it seemed, his head might pop right off!
"Yes indeed, there's a stable in the back for your horsey. A silver will cover that nicely, yes yes. A room for you, and a stable for the horse...that comes out to five silver pieces for the night."
Five silver wasn't bad, considering there really wasn't anywhere else within at least a day's travel. Some innkeepers in remote locations charged exorbitant prices, but it seemed that Mr. Crowley was rather reasonable. Pricing-wise, at least. Mentally, who could tell?
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Eli Nightshade
Dedicated
Always up for a quest!
Roleplay posts: 155
Age: 21
Physical Description:
Eli has since grown into the new world and as she understands and uses her magic she matures both physically and mentally, she is of above average height and has long fiery red hair which complements her bright Azul eyes. Her mother had described them as a vessel that had captured a lightning storm at sea, bright, beautiful yet full of danger.
She has a relative petite body in an hourglass shape which is still developing into its form, some would describe her as athletic and elegant in posture and gait.
Eli now has several 'runes' of power marked on her skin.
Clothes and Equipment: ===============================
She doesn't wear the traditional clothes of a witch, mostly because she hates her lineage and instead adopts a more roguish look with almost knee-high brown leather boots, her good luck brown and white striped knee high socks which have since torn and a more practical dress, something a huntress would wear not an upcoming witch. She also wears a two-tier necklace which carries her power-stone, at current one jade and one smoky gray stone sit in their case as she has yet to master warrior magic.
Player's online availability : Everyday! Just Pm me for a writing session :D
Registered: May 1, 2017 16:05:15 GMT -8
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Post by Eli Nightshade on May 10, 2017 9:26:05 GMT -8
The man coughed and choked on the floor, but eventually fell silent. However, despite Eli's cries, nobody came to her aid. If she listened closely, she might hear Crowley talking to someone downstairs. A new patron, perhaps? Regardless of what the mysterious proprietor was up to, the man laid on the ground, unconscious and barely breathing. As she knelt in the hall, Eli would hear a low, steady creak from the walls. Looking around the hall, it looked almost as though the walls were flexing inward, closing in on her. Eli was to in shock to notice the walls flexing towards her, she stood her Azul eyes turning stormy as anger filled her veins and drained every source of energy within the Inn and pulled on any magic that was causing the illness within the guests here, challenging it to face her own magic, if something or someone was causing it they surely couldn't refuse the openness of the challenege. The corridors went dark for a moment until the light of her stones broke though the blackness, electricity crackled at her finger tips and her hair raised around her like a halo; witch wind brushed across her skin. "What are you!?" She demanded her tone reverberating of the walls her voice both scared and angry.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 10, 2017 10:15:46 GMT -8
A dark, malicious presence flooded the hall like a fog, even heavier than in the dying man's room. It would be almost sickening, and would suck away at Eli's magic if she wasn't cautious. All of a sudden, the man on the ground thrashed, suddenly struck by a seizure of some sort. As Eli watched, he began to waste away before her eyes. His face became thin, his eyes sinking into his head. His hair slowly went grey, and what few muscles were left in his arms shrank to nothing. Within moments, the thrashing stopped. The man was left as little more than a skin-covered skeleton. A cold, damp wind blew down the hall despite the lack of open windows, and Eli would hear a woman's voice in her head.
You didn't think this inn was named after my son, did you?
The voice sounded amused, but cruel. Not a pleasant combination.
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Eli Nightshade
Dedicated
Always up for a quest!
Roleplay posts: 155
Age: 21
Physical Description:
Eli has since grown into the new world and as she understands and uses her magic she matures both physically and mentally, she is of above average height and has long fiery red hair which complements her bright Azul eyes. Her mother had described them as a vessel that had captured a lightning storm at sea, bright, beautiful yet full of danger.
She has a relative petite body in an hourglass shape which is still developing into its form, some would describe her as athletic and elegant in posture and gait.
Eli now has several 'runes' of power marked on her skin.
Clothes and Equipment: ===============================
She doesn't wear the traditional clothes of a witch, mostly because she hates her lineage and instead adopts a more roguish look with almost knee-high brown leather boots, her good luck brown and white striped knee high socks which have since torn and a more practical dress, something a huntress would wear not an upcoming witch. She also wears a two-tier necklace which carries her power-stone, at current one jade and one smoky gray stone sit in their case as she has yet to master warrior magic.
Player's online availability : Everyday! Just Pm me for a writing session :D
Registered: May 1, 2017 16:05:15 GMT -8
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Post by Eli Nightshade on May 10, 2017 10:54:56 GMT -8
Eli felt a wave of nuasea wash over her and could her power be drained, she felt her aura dim but one thing kept her anchored, Alberta warm soft body allowed her to think clearly and she pulled back on her power cutting off the pull before she was drained too the point of no return.
Sweat fell down her forehead as the woman's voice filled her mind, "You are his mother?" She guessed before adding "What are you?" She asked. Will had never felt such darkness and she had to focus on Albert to anchor her power to herself and not allow the woman to steal her energy.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 10, 2017 11:13:41 GMT -8
What am I?
The voice laughed, deep and unsettling. The floor seemed to shake, and the walls continued to flex in and out as though the building were breathing.
Why, I'm the reason you looked under the bed when you were young, little girl. I'm the thing in the closet, the nightmare that made you wake up with tears in your eyes. You're nothing but a scared little girl with a mouse. My son runs the inn, and he's done a good job today. I'm proud of him. Two guests in one day...perfect. Maybe the second one will be less curious.
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Eli Nightshade
Dedicated
Always up for a quest!
Roleplay posts: 155
Age: 21
Physical Description:
Eli has since grown into the new world and as she understands and uses her magic she matures both physically and mentally, she is of above average height and has long fiery red hair which complements her bright Azul eyes. Her mother had described them as a vessel that had captured a lightning storm at sea, bright, beautiful yet full of danger.
She has a relative petite body in an hourglass shape which is still developing into its form, some would describe her as athletic and elegant in posture and gait.
Eli now has several 'runes' of power marked on her skin.
Clothes and Equipment: ===============================
She doesn't wear the traditional clothes of a witch, mostly because she hates her lineage and instead adopts a more roguish look with almost knee-high brown leather boots, her good luck brown and white striped knee high socks which have since torn and a more practical dress, something a huntress would wear not an upcoming witch. She also wears a two-tier necklace which carries her power-stone, at current one jade and one smoky gray stone sit in their case as she has yet to master warrior magic.
Player's online availability : Everyday! Just Pm me for a writing session :D
Registered: May 1, 2017 16:05:15 GMT -8
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Post by Eli Nightshade on May 13, 2017 14:29:42 GMT -8
Eli strained against the woman's magic all to aware now of how the house appeared to be alive. It dawned on her that the house was the woman and she was certain Crowley knew it" Why are you killing these people, even your own son is ill" she said pressing on felling herself ache but her power continued to storm around her. Elis eyes black, flashed as if a lightening storm was gathering within them. The house was right she was a scared girl with a mouse but she was a powerful scared girl ready to protect the innocent people she was draining." A thunder storm began to form above them filling Eli with even more power. The last time she had done this she had burnt down an entire farm but that was before she learnt how to funnel the power into her like a lightning rod.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 13, 2017 14:45:17 GMT -8
The voice in her head laughed again, amused.
My son will be fine. He'll live, I'll make sure of that. And he did well today, so he deserved a reward. As for everyone else...well, they're worth little more than insects, to me. They're sources of energy, just like the food you eat. But they're all running out, and won't last long. You, though...you have a lot left.
The draining feeling from the room suddenly returned, even stronger than before. Eli would have to resist hard, else she risk having all her magical power sucked away from her into the walls of this cruel house.
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Eli Nightshade
Dedicated
Always up for a quest!
Roleplay posts: 155
Age: 21
Physical Description:
Eli has since grown into the new world and as she understands and uses her magic she matures both physically and mentally, she is of above average height and has long fiery red hair which complements her bright Azul eyes. Her mother had described them as a vessel that had captured a lightning storm at sea, bright, beautiful yet full of danger.
She has a relative petite body in an hourglass shape which is still developing into its form, some would describe her as athletic and elegant in posture and gait.
Eli now has several 'runes' of power marked on her skin.
Clothes and Equipment: ===============================
She doesn't wear the traditional clothes of a witch, mostly because she hates her lineage and instead adopts a more roguish look with almost knee-high brown leather boots, her good luck brown and white striped knee high socks which have since torn and a more practical dress, something a huntress would wear not an upcoming witch. She also wears a two-tier necklace which carries her power-stone, at current one jade and one smoky gray stone sit in their case as she has yet to master warrior magic.
Player's online availability : Everyday! Just Pm me for a writing session :D
Registered: May 1, 2017 16:05:15 GMT -8
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Post by Eli Nightshade on May 13, 2017 14:59:17 GMT -8
Eli felt the tug pulling harder now and attacking her entire being, it felt as if thousands of creatures were running over her skin, trying to find a way in through the armor she had made herself. She pushed back harder and harder and with every attempt, the house made her eyes grew black and misty only brightening as she stole more and more energy from the storm which was now raging above them, she then realized.
"If you continue to feed on the guests I shall feed on your son if you don't leave" She threatened unsure if she could follow through but knew she had to show willingness and found Crowley's life force amongst the ill guests and a new fuller life force and took the smallest amount from him but enough to show she could. She hated herself then and felt herself lift from the floor. The window at the end of the corridor shattered as a howling witch wind whipped around Eli. The shaman would have been proud of her, she was finally summoning warrior magic.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 13, 2017 15:08:30 GMT -8
The voice became louder in Eli's head, making it difficult to focus on what she was doing. This time, it was full of rage, rather than just cold cruelty.
You will do no such thing. Do not lay a single finger on him, little girl.
Eli would feel the life of the man on the floor vanish, as well as the dying man in the room. Their energy was fed into Crowley, who excused himself from the guest downstairs and ran up to the second floor. He seemed to be positively glowing, freshly filled up with energy.
"You! Such an ungrateful guest, threatening me and my mother. You'll pay for this!"
He drew a large meat cleaver from his belt and charged at her, seemingly uncaring that she was floating off the ground surrounded by a supernatural wind. Meanwhile, the draining force grew ever stronger, pulling at the energy that Eli gathered. It would make it difficult, but not impossible, to fully power up an attack.
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Eli Nightshade
Dedicated
Always up for a quest!
Roleplay posts: 155
Age: 21
Physical Description:
Eli has since grown into the new world and as she understands and uses her magic she matures both physically and mentally, she is of above average height and has long fiery red hair which complements her bright Azul eyes. Her mother had described them as a vessel that had captured a lightning storm at sea, bright, beautiful yet full of danger.
She has a relative petite body in an hourglass shape which is still developing into its form, some would describe her as athletic and elegant in posture and gait.
Eli now has several 'runes' of power marked on her skin.
Clothes and Equipment: ===============================
She doesn't wear the traditional clothes of a witch, mostly because she hates her lineage and instead adopts a more roguish look with almost knee-high brown leather boots, her good luck brown and white striped knee high socks which have since torn and a more practical dress, something a huntress would wear not an upcoming witch. She also wears a two-tier necklace which carries her power-stone, at current one jade and one smoky gray stone sit in their case as she has yet to master warrior magic.
Player's online availability : Everyday! Just Pm me for a writing session :D
Registered: May 1, 2017 16:05:15 GMT -8
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Post by Eli Nightshade on May 13, 2017 15:25:33 GMT -8
Eli's eyes went from being black to bright white like a lightening bolt, the stones which were hidden under her chest floated out and mage light beamed out casting bright light across the walls, the storm outside suddenly grew silent as all its power was sucked into Eli, she let out a howling scream. The burning first started under her skin as the electricity and the power forced itself against her. Never had she taken in so much power before releasing it.
"STOP" The word did not come from her mouth but instead it echoed around them and she released the energy in one large flow of power into everything, the guests, Crowley, Albert and finally she threw everything into the house like a lightening bolt filling the houses need to fuel and then more and more trying to drown the evil presence in its own greed for power. Eli's skin began to crack with electricity and she sent that to into the house as well, the rawness burning her hands and skin appearing as if she had been in the blistering sun all day. She continued to push and even used up her reserves from the food she had eaten and stored, the very raw materials of a person oxygen, carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, calcium, and phosphorus.
And just like a light the energy cut off, she fell to the floor sobbing. Her skin was red raw and black with burns, she was dehydrated and her mouth was bone dry. She had fed everything into the house if it wanted power she gave it power and she gave it a form, a human form. She had also given back everything to the guests and also into Crowley but it left her defenseless, she was not a killer and she wouldn't start now.
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Post by Strangers and Travelers on May 13, 2017 15:44:36 GMT -8
Eli's outburst threw Crowley across the hall. He flew back several feet, slamming against the wall and crumpling on the ground. Suddenly, he looked like little more than a very frail, broken old man. Blood dripped from his head onto the floorboards, seeping into the cracks. Meanwhile, the burst of energy was sucked into the house, but it seemed as though Eli had given it more than it could handle. Every candle in the house suddenly ignited, letting out huge jets of flame that caught the curtains and walls next to them. Eli would hear a deafening scream in her head as the spirit of the house cried out in agony, drowning in the very energy it had tried so hard to draw out and absorb. As she fell to the ground, she would smell smoke and hear the crackle of fire downstairs. Her bursts of energy towards Crowley and the other guests, however, seemed to have no effect. They were already gone, and no amount of energy could raise the dead. However, if she looked up, she would spot a tall, naked woman standing over her. Her skin was smooth and white, as one would expect for having just been created. The woman smiled down at her, but it was neither kind nor thankful. When she spoke, it was in the voice that Eli had heard so recently, the one that had tried to drain her life energy to nothing.
"Well well well...look what you've done. You're awfully kind, girl. Thank you for this, and good luck. I suppose I won't be needing anything here anymore. Good-bye."
With an agile leap, the woman jumped out the window and vanished into the woods, leaving the exhausted young witch alone in the burning house. Albert squeaked in terror, tugging at her hair in an effort to rouse her.
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Eli Nightshade
Dedicated
Always up for a quest!
Roleplay posts: 155
Age: 21
Physical Description:
Eli has since grown into the new world and as she understands and uses her magic she matures both physically and mentally, she is of above average height and has long fiery red hair which complements her bright Azul eyes. Her mother had described them as a vessel that had captured a lightning storm at sea, bright, beautiful yet full of danger.
She has a relative petite body in an hourglass shape which is still developing into its form, some would describe her as athletic and elegant in posture and gait.
Eli now has several 'runes' of power marked on her skin.
Clothes and Equipment: ===============================
She doesn't wear the traditional clothes of a witch, mostly because she hates her lineage and instead adopts a more roguish look with almost knee-high brown leather boots, her good luck brown and white striped knee high socks which have since torn and a more practical dress, something a huntress would wear not an upcoming witch. She also wears a two-tier necklace which carries her power-stone, at current one jade and one smoky gray stone sit in their case as she has yet to master warrior magic.
Player's online availability : Everyday! Just Pm me for a writing session :D
Registered: May 1, 2017 16:05:15 GMT -8
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Post by Eli Nightshade on May 13, 2017 15:50:52 GMT -8
Eli was sprawled across the floor, she could smell the smoke and it pleased her. The fire was a welcoming scent to her but she needed more than just energy now, she needed water and salt to perform any more magic she was drained. Eli could hear Albert and feel her hair be tugged by him but was only able to move her fingers and groan. Across the corridor, she could see Crowley slumped against the wall and she felt a sickening feeling that she had killed the man. She could, however, feel two less life forces in the house but the other guests, the one's who hadn't died, felt stronger than ever. "H-Help," She said her voice hoarse and dry.
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