Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478 
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Mar 15, 2019 22:31:11 GMT -8
Understanding the gist of what she was relaying that she clearly heard her but did not know what the words she said meant. With one unable to speak and a common language not existing between the two it meant that signing intentions would be the only way to move forward from here. Thankfully the symbolism for glasses was clear. Lost somewhere within the room if het searching was anything to judge by she would follow suit. The books were the obvious choice of where they may be located but she came from a room full of them. Was the item she sought surely here?
Moving stacks aside she glanced at titles in the process. Knowledge was never ending and hey end goal was always in mind no matter what her current task.
Overturning another if this proved to be unhelpful she’s begin to scout the room for other possible hiding spots for them or where they’d fallen from other things being carried into the space.
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Tower of Eons
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 291 
Registered: May 22, 2017 17:35:36 GMT -8
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Post by Tower of Eons on Mar 21, 2019 9:19:36 GMT -8
Group2
Players near: Myralthrine , unknown NPC As our Drow searched around the room she'd notice a great many things strewn about the large ransacked room. Aside from the heavy piles of tombs, books and other reading material there were glass display case, some smashed open and empty, others not. Fragments of a stone tablet were housed in a glass box hidden in the far side of the room , just passed the towering book shelves. The fragmented slab was only about the size of her palm , but had several small markings on it. A bronze plaque was sitting next to it. There were other things in dirty glass displays as well, maps of lands Myraltrhine had never seen, preserved plants, and a head dress made from golden feathers...There was no sense of magic from any of these items however. in the four corners of the room were writing desk, complete with reams of paper, quills, ink and setting sand even, though many of the jars seemed missing or empty. There was likely more hidden within the room than her brief scouting could reveal hidden among the rows of shelves and displays. On the ends of each and every row of storage Myraltrhine would notice a small rack, not much larger than a picture frame in size or depth. It wouldn't have been able to store a book save for one maybe leaned facing outwards--- but there were rows of hangers sitting empty---Save for one. A single pair of glasses sat inside--- but the lens were missing from either eye piece. the Elf like woman was nosing around underneath on such rack, digging throw a pile of books half burned or otherwise destroyed. There were the two bodies of the monsters they had slain as well to search, pouches tied to their sword belts, pockets hidden in their coats of mail or raggy tunic like apparel. Moving a stack of books over Myralthrine's eye would be drawn to a crumpled pair of spectacles, mostly crumpled, one single lens remained intact in the twisted bronze frame. The lens glittered faintly with the promise of magic...
Perception , loot, and other non sense.
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* The small fragmented slab seems to be a sort of lunar calendar judging by the pattern of dots above the text
* The bronze plaque's text was set in a langue that was unknown to Myralthrine, but she would recall it to be the same font as the markings else where in the tower , the ones that had changed into common upon staring at them.
* One map depicted what looked like islands judging by the boats and other ornate sea monsters scattered about the very stylized navigational tool...
* Another seemed to be a detailed map of a city scape, complete with a legend, each building had a corresponding number it seemed.
* The last was a map of mountainous region judging by the etchings, the paper was notably older, or at least weathered than the other two.
* The mask was a simple clay mask that covered the upper portion of the face and nose, leaving the mouth exposed. The golden feathers fanned out from the upper portion giving it a 'half sun' like appearance.
The glasses : Should Myraltrhine look through the lens, everything text wise would be as easily read as common.
Loot and things
* pens , ink, paper, and books a plenty were about the desk, and other utility items were likely to be hidden within the draws.
* there were other frames for glasses littered about but they too were smashed beyond repair.
*On the monsters.
1: The beheaded creature: Missing his sword belt and weapon. in his jacket there was a leather pouch which contained some liquid, it smelled akin to soured milk.
2: The second monster: still had his weapon, belt, and a small leather pouch attached to his belt about seven inches wide and 3 inches deep. A faint clatter of metal could be heard when removing it from the belt. Another container of liquid equally as foul as the first, and a necklace made of what could only be ears of various creatures... several of them were human.
The sword laying in the monsters hand, still steamed and hissed faintly... and gave off a putrid acidic stink.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Mar 22, 2019 14:58:10 GMT -8
Group 2
Curiosity had a way of driving her far beyond her normal searching and looking for the eyepiece that the sylph of a girl described she’d come across many things. Unrolling the maps with hunger she’s laid them aside among the desk. Each a curiosity and in some way a hope that once they were undone and translated that they might lead to a revelation in her search. The lunar calendar was paid scant attention. The moon was important but the charting of it was of none in this case. Glancing at the plaque she gave it a pause when she came to it as the others had been revealed. Waiting patiently if it was nothing of merit she’d move on again until she found the item she sought. The instant her hand made contact she felt the insistence of them.
Waving down her companion she could see her do so if not hear or understand her at least. Taking a deep breath there was but nothing to do but test them and hope that it did not blind her. Raising it above to look at the papers below she was flabbergasted. For all she could have wished for to find here this was the most significant for understanding not only the text on the scrolls but the other woman might be possible now. The ink and spare scrolls could be used to write and while she held the lens she knew that the other woman would have to write. For if it only translated to common and she did not understand the spoken word it was doubtful she could read it. Still she had only one idea to test it and she would hold them out to her. She was not going to crush them since she had looked for them as well and while she was in the Tower she could use an ally. Sharing would go a long way into making her goodwill truly known even if they had been through quite the ordeal already.
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Tower of Eons
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 291
Registered: May 22, 2017 17:35:36 GMT -8
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Post by Tower of Eons on Mar 29, 2019 11:36:40 GMT -8
Group 2
Players nearby : Myralthrine Host.
Friendly NPC's near : Sienna Saufieria.(alive) Jeoce Kilomea (dead)
Hearing her new found comrade the elf-like woman raised her head, her face lit up with excitement as she spotted what Myralthrine had found.
Though instead of taking the glasses , she darted off to one of the writing tables , snatching an armful of papers and quills, scribbling across the top paper as she returned to Myralthrine, and offered it to the dark elf.
The writing was very boxy, with any hard edges and similar looking letters at first, yet soon enough the words shifted to common as if they had always been written in such.
" Thank you firstly, me and my blade sister Jeoce , owe you a life debt if you see fit to accept it.
I am called Sienna , Sienna Saufieria. I have been silenced by one of those creatures, it seems their death does not break their hexes... Should we find a way to break this bothersome affliction I may be able to cast an understanding spell as to better communicate."
The woman offered a page and quill to Myralthrine after a moment.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Mar 29, 2019 12:40:38 GMT -8
Group 2
Watching the other woman scurry about she could only assume at her task and do so correctly as her speedy hands took off across a sheet providing some of the answers that she had previously been unable to do. Taking the sheet as proffered and holding up the remaining piece of the eyeglass she was able to read clearly. Truly a miracle and one that would assist her in other places within the tower. Reading her face blanched oddly when the word debt was read. The quill in her peripheral vision she accepted it using the desk to write.
"My name is Myralthrine Host," worried about how to portray herself within the written word names had power but as she knew the girls so would she give hers, "I cannot accept your offer but I will do all I can in order to once again free your voice."
Skipping down a section she figured some explanation would be her due, "I am curious as to your race for you appear elven and are just as fair but yet you do not understand their speech?"
Time was relative within this place and understanding one another before setting off was more important than rushing.
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Post by (T:NPC) Sienna Saufieria on Apr 7, 2019 14:48:49 GMT -8
Group 2
Players nearby : Myralthrine Host.
Friendly NPC's near : Sienna Saufieria.(alive) Jeoce Kilomea (dead) Using the glasses to read the message,the elf-like woman half smiled reading that there was no debt. There was one whether this stranger knew there was one or not, but that was for a later date. Sienna again took up the writing quill and began. “ My people are called Dahl , I can’t say to how we relate to these Elven you speak of , but I’d very much like to meet them sometime. I am not sure how to break this hex on my speech but it has prevented me from using my magic as well. My camp was not far from here, i’d like to see if I could gather some of ou--- my supplies at the very least.”,She frowned slightly when she had almost wrote “our”. Her blade sister was gone ; Jeoce would have laughed at her for being so emotional over the whole thing, Her laugh would be welcome right now… “ We shouldn’t stay here to terribly long, I don’t know if there are more of those creatures about.” |
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Apr 7, 2019 18:47:51 GMT -8
Group 2
The smile of the strangely fair woman was welcome but pain was masked behind it at the loss of her brethren. Myra wished to not underestimate her pain in that moment. Waiting patiently for her to finish writing she would take the sheet and in her long lilting script write beneath it, "I am Drow. If the creatures took away your speech and it was not returned by their death perhaps it is not an ability they possess. Was there anywhere else they took you or anything that we did not find upon them you noticed earlier?" Attempting to sort out things quickly they could not constantly pass the glasses and paper between them, "We might be able to find some book that has information on them and perhaps how to handle the curse itself. Let us get your belongings first, I am sure you know more of how to navigate this place than I."
Passing back the sheet if it was agreeable they would set off in order to gather her belongings. Rescuing the woman may not have been a part of her goal but her goodwill may save them both in the end.
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Post by (T:NPC) Sienna Saufieria on May 6, 2019 9:27:58 GMT -8
Group 2
Players nearby : Myralthrine Host.
Friendly NPC's near : Sienna Saufieria.(alive) Jeoce Kilomea (dead) " Not that I can recall, we were ambushed at our camp, they likely tracked us as this was one of the first rooms we entered, but that was a few days ago I'd wager. " She replied on the pad. " My blade sister and I were charting this tower, hopefully our work remains at our camp. but yes, lets be off." She said offering the pad and glass back to her companion before pulling one of the white flamed torches from it's scone, she drew the hissing blade one more, and held it down at her side peering into the dark passage which the monster had tried to flee. |
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Tower of Eons
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Roleplay posts: 291
Registered: May 22, 2017 17:35:36 GMT -8
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Post by Tower of Eons on May 6, 2019 9:40:54 GMT -8
group 2
Players nearby : Myralthrine Host.
Friendly NPC's near : Sienna Saufieria.(alive)
With white light bubbling from the false flame'd torch, Sienna lead Myralthrine down the corridors of the tower. The corridor could easily accommodate several people standing abreast, with a lush red carpet under foot,marred by heavy wet prints from any manner of beast. There was less art work adoring the walls than previous , but every so often a mural or portraits could be seen waiting in the darkness against the walls. There were archways leading to a number of rooms, around these Sienna spared but a glance or a cautious gander with her weapon raised. There was nothing however... No nothing at all lingered in the shadowed rooms, creeping crevasses , and nightmarish nooks, least not that could be seen by the naked eye. Our dark elf's sight fared better than Sienna's dependence on the torch for light. Inside the rooms she'd glance lecture halls, more displays of arms and armor from creatures far from the likes of her self... Then she felt it. Like a slug sliding across the back of her neck, there was something moving against her mind. Reaching, slithering around the space she could call her self... It was searching for something--- for her. |
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on May 7, 2019 10:13:41 GMT -8
Group 2
No more needing to be said as agreeance did not have to be written but action as she collected the paper and the smashed glasses to accompany down to her 'camp.' Thus far she had seen nothing that made her mistrust Sienna and until she had she would continue on for some time with her. Treated like an equal a mutual respect would soon arise from Myra herself the mutes company not something she unwillingly took on.
Utilizing her pack she stored the items and her morningstar found its way back into her hand. Slipping it into the cradle upon her hip the handle ran the length of her thigh and farther while the spiked edges were around her hip positioned carefully just the slightest bit of room for her hand to slide underneath them and bring it up in order to defend herself.
Passing through a corridor she required no light to see properly but did not begrudge her companion for shining it to keep her path. Half a step behind she'd glance in and out of the rooms they passed. Nothing of true interest other than noting the Tower had held much in the way of humanoid creatures like and unlike herself. Ones much larger and smaller. Musing that this place swallowed intentions whole perhaps they found what they sought or perhaps they fell prey to others that roamed the halls.
"Sienna," her name slipped from her lips the instant that she felt resistance traveling up her spine. No physical touch ailed her so even as she turned to see if it might be her imagination. Then it was again a slick and cold sensation hitting her. It made her shudder as she clamped down defensives, closed off her mind imagining an impenetrable wall of solid obsidian. It mattered not what she focused upon only that her focus was consistent. Raising one finger to her companion to ask for a moment she spoke aloud again, "Who's there?"
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Tower of Eons
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Roleplay posts: 291
Registered: May 22, 2017 17:35:36 GMT -8
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Post by Tower of Eons on May 10, 2019 17:53:45 GMT -8
Group 2
Near by:
Myralthrine Host
Sienna The obsidian fell and the presence recoiled as if she had smashed its digits in the door. The feeling of a thousand gazes fell upon her. Gone was the weight of the slick fingers she had crushed in the door. Now only the weight of scrutiny was upon her-- --The pool of light surrounding the Drow again gave warning of the friendly hand that tapped myralthrine’s shoulder. The pale woman’s brows were pulled into a tight , but concerned frown. She shook her head no and motioned for the dark elf to press on; But she too gave the darkness a second glance, picking up the pace… |
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on May 10, 2019 20:02:21 GMT -8
Group 2
Sienna appeared to be frightened of the darkness that had attempted to entice her the way she rushed off insistent on her following. Myralthrine was not frightened of things that went bump in the night, just the opposite, it was intriguing and the way it backed off immediately when she gave it reason to made her wonder as to its true intention. Was it hurt by her refusing to allow it access to her mind?
Looking to Sienna she hesitated for turning away the sight falling upon her felt wrong in part. Should she reach back out. Standing in place momentarily she asked of it, as if it could answer, “Do you need help?”
Brows furrowing she wished not to lose Sienna but her curiosity drove her to react in different ways than most might. If it had intended to hurt her would it have backed down so easily? Should Sienna draw on her again and it not answer she would go along with the girl to her camp.
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Post by (T:NPC) Sienna Saufieria on May 13, 2019 16:43:41 GMT -8
(center)
Players: Myralthrine Host.
Friendly NPC: Sienna.
The tower had been a strange and fascinating place, Sienna and her blade sister had explored what they had thought to have been a large portion of the structure only to discover they'd barely even scratched the surface. As much as they had explored they had learned relatively few things about the tower...
Turning back Sienna saw the Drow linger in the darkness--- she was looking for something.
Cautiously the drow set her hand on the elf's shoulder...The dark held many things in the tower, it was seldom wise to nose about the shadows.
Ignore it. The Sienna willed at the Drow... Don't temp the shadows.
Yet the drow called out to them instead. Then Sienna, less sensitive to magics and the other worldly than Myralthrine felt the weight of sigh upon her too.
A horrified expression crossed the pale woman's face, She was reaching out to them?! Bile rose in the pale woman's throat as she took the Drows hand and gave her a solid, panicked tug to move on, a deep fear had settled in Sienna's eyes.
They had to leave, least Myralthrine attracts more of them...
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Ritter Marius Anastasian
Established
By Fire and Sword
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 19
Physical Description: Quite tall, Marius has jet black hair and eyes green like grass. His features are soft-patrician, a generally thoughtful look about him.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy plate, chainmail and leather cover him from the top of his Orle-decorated helm to the hard bottoms of his boots. He is armed with a large heater shield, a one-and-a-half handed sword and a thick hatchet, with a heavy crossbow in reserve.
Registered: Oct 30, 2018 2:50:42 GMT -8
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Post by Ritter Marius Anastasian on May 14, 2019 12:01:42 GMT -8
Grupp. 1
The Knight reacted calmly to his apparent possession. Men of the Order were given power that many men could only dream of and as such they were used to demonic and other forces whispering into their ears. Marius was quite young of a Knight but he had already had much worse come to him. He tested his faculties, seeing just how much of him was taking over by moving fingers on hands and feet, his tongue, eyes, a shudder or two in useful parts of his limbs. Regardless of what found the reply to the voice would be the same. "I'm going to ask you to vacate my body, then we may speak."
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on May 16, 2019 12:55:50 GMT -8
Group 2
The true fear that Sienna showed her finally made her realize her folly. Not everything could be saved, not everyone, perhaps the voices were once something that existed within the tower that no longer were who they were. Their intent had been horrible to say the least if her expression was anything to judge by. Myralthrine immediately felt apologetic for her mistake and quickly would apologize aloud, “I’m sorry.”
Taking off with the girl now she slammed shut her mind again keeping pace with her in order to give the spirits no good chance to follow for if she ran so would she. Making another apology again with the eyepiece would be necessary but she only hoped that the tone in which she expressed it was enough to make her see it had been truly meant. Her actions had not been born of malice but instead the exact opposite but good intentions rarely made for good outcomes as she would learn so many times within the Tower and yet still the lesson might never sink in.
Their pace increased she could barely glance in the rooms that they passed but if there was anything of interest she mentally noted it as she kept track also of the path they walked.
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Tower of Eons
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 291
Registered: May 22, 2017 17:35:36 GMT -8
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Post by Tower of Eons on May 24, 2019 10:08:15 GMT -8
(Group2)
The pale faced woman kept a brisk pace, but none would likely call it fleeing exactly. It was dangerous to charge headlong into even known portions of the tower.
The hallway the two had been walking down gave way to a wide open space. The space was so large that the light from the torch couldn't reach the walls or ceilings. Sienna kepted moving forward.
The large room its self was empty, aside from the two's echoing foot steps, the acoustics in the room were stunning if the echos were anything to go by... Under foot patterns had been worked into the otherwise flat stone, swirls and other geometric shapes seemed to make up a larger pattern.
After about a hundred paces the two came to a doorway. The thick wooden door sat next to the opening, iron hinges mangled, splinters littered the ground and the smell of death oozed from the doorway...
Sienna walked in, sword ready but lowered the weapon after only a moment.
The room was not extremely large, it had likely been some sort of storeroom once upon a time. Six corpses laid scattered about the room, corpses of the creatures not much unlike the ones they had left in the other room, 4 of the 6 were beheaded...
Sienna stepped around the chaos with very little concern, moving to a heavy shelf which she shove aside. Two travel packs were hidden in the corner nook. She made quick work of going through the packs, consolidating foods and water, as well as some clothing, once she was satisfied she patted the second bag with a tight lipped smile and turned back to Myralthrine. She made a writing gesture.
if given the pad she'd write.
" Take what you need, she won't be needing it. And please take this as a gift for saving us." Sienna wrote before extending a thick leather sheath to Myralthrine with a knife in it.
The blade was easily 11" long, and heavily weighted, A deep blood groove ran down the center of the razor pointed blade, the grip was rounded with a simple leather cord binding and had an iron ball at the rear as a pommel. There was a faint tickle of magic from the blade, but nothing keenly powerful.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on May 24, 2019 19:47:14 GMT -8
Group 2
The opening was not surprising to her. The Tower existed in no known state of true laws of physics or even her understanding of what real magic was capable of. It might extend to the sky itself or down into the pits of the very hell that some humans believed in. No matter what afterlife existed her she wished to find none of it. Answers she came for and answers she would get with time and perseverance. Both of which she carried in gobsmacking amounts.
Sienna was limited to the light of the torch and while it harmed the greater scope of her vision it did not completely destroy it. The geometric patterns were clear to her the range to close to get the picture fully. If there were anything in the room to climb she would make note in order to return. Perhaps they held some cryptic message that may reveal more in the future or perhaps it was nothing. Difficult enough to govern or judge the true intentions of that which remained here she gave it no true pause for her earlier one had been regrettable. Making Sienna question if it was wise to keep her within her company was one of her concerns. The girl knew much about the Tower itself and the eye piece was invaluable but not hers. Sienna knew of it first meaning either she'd found it and realized its power or brought it with her and she was not a thief.
Making her way into the room the stench caused her to gag in reflex but the sound was silent her hand covering her mouth and nose but for a second in order to acclimate before lowering. Working with her she nodded once she'd given back the paper for it was not necessary to continue to speak for a moment. With the blade offered to her there was the first sign of hesitation, not a gift per say but an offering for services rendered. Had she been but a bit earlier the owner of the very thing might still be with them and even the note said 'us.' The corners of her lips turned downward at first before she took it giving her one solemn nod. Nothing needed to be written or said about the gesture.
Then she began to evaluate the remaining. The pack her blood sister had carried was stronger than her own, the heft was nice and she transferred her belongings. It was fair that she would not need it anymore but she still had some guilt. Placing it over her shoulder once she was finished she hoped that their next location would be a different sort of camp because returning here with the corpses of the creatures bothered her.
Picking up the paper and writing she would put down, "We should work on your speech first," she suggested adding, "Perhaps if we can find out what they are we can fix it for a start."
Communication would take them farther when they did not have to constantly write and transfer the page back and forth, especially if it came to another fight.
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Tower of Eons
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 291
Registered: May 22, 2017 17:35:36 GMT -8
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Post by Tower of Eons on Jun 5, 2019 10:27:16 GMT -8
The Drow, with her excellent night vision was able to see far into abyss that cloaked the tower's chambers. For as far as she could see there were columns easily 3 strides wide, with spiraling stair cases going upwards to an unseen ceiling--- The patterns on the floor repeated over and over again, a musically inclined mind might catch the rhythm of the pattern, the swirling lengths, and abrupt stops. The decorations on the stone pillars were once bright reds and vivid yellows. Family crest likely, coats of arms... For all the life and wonder that had once been housed in this magnificent space, it felt as empty as it truly was. Nothing dared stir in this space--- Nothing at all actually. The ever persistent chill brought on by the tower was absent...
Sienna nodded , her brows knit as if debating something with herself.
She began to write.
" There is a mage/spellweaver who dwells within the tower, he will help. I hesitate to seek him out though. He is, particular and I am not certain of his intentions." Sienna tapped her lips with the pen, a second option forming in her mind " The spell placed on me seems to be created of magic that resides within the tower, as such I can not undo it, as my craft does not seem to mesh with this spellwork." She explained. "We could seek out a null rod, but we had only found one and the mage is in possession of it."
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Jun 5, 2019 17:50:11 GMT -8
Group 2
Wide columns within the room they would have been overkill within any other but within here they felt as if they belonged. The Tower was an adventure into the past of the worlds that it had traveled and for the good and bad of it all she found beauty in the small details. The patterns while they spoke of cultures far unknown and perhaps dead to the world now were not ones recognizable by her. The repetition, however, caught her eye for it sought to justify the very world by fitting every piece of its woven fabric into a neat puzzle. Recurring designs were simply something it caught onto quickly. Sienna not wasting her breath upon the world around her for fear of the souls she was given no further time to ponder it. Her companion required her attention and her loyalty for had she not cautioned her she might have opened herself fully to the darkness of those lost to roam it.
Around the fire now Sienna's eyes could settle, and write without issue, it was passed back after a momentary pause her indecision evident and possibly warranted but Myra had no such inhibitions about the mage whom she had yet to lay eyes on. In her mind magic weavers were almost black and white for with power came abuse.
"Physical contact to warn of danger is not enough to assure either of our safety. We should seek him if he can help you for if you did not make a proper," pausing in her writing it struck her then that it was possibly not the deceased monsters fault and she spoke the next word aloud, "Kelly," the boned man was not responsible for all the woes of the world but could certainly weave a spell of enchantment if one were not weary, writing again she chose her words carefully, "deal. Did you drink from the chalice to enter?"
Brows furrowing the loose sheet was passed back between them.
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Tower of Eons
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Post by Tower of Eons on Jun 10, 2019 8:33:00 GMT -8
The pale woman shook her head, "Our doorway required a trade for passage, we traded books for passage." she explained.
" I can summon the mage, but be wary of him. He is not good for good's sake." She cautioned." I'd like to leave this room however..." She suggested waving a hand in front of her own face as if to ward off the stench. " There is an alter not far from here that the beings who created the tower used to communicate with one another. We will have to cross a dangerous portion of the tower however."
Sienna assumed Myralthrine would follow her lead , as she had, and once more set out. Stepping into the open space had the same effect as prior. The ever persistent chill that had followed Myralthrine since she had entered the tower vanished.
Sienna crossed the room at a steady pace, even so it, the tiny pool of light took a considerable amount of time to cross the spiral covered floor. A grand doorway waited for them on the other side of the room, it was likely more apt to call the portal a gate considering it's sheer size, easily three times the height of either of the women. The thick oak doorway had been left open a crack, a crack wide enough to slide through. Before entering Sienna turned to her friend and made a "shh.." motion with one finger to her lips and waited for confirmation before slipping through the crack.
The chill once again seeped into Myralthrines bones once she crossed the threshold.
The hallway was in disarray- Gashes carved deeply into the stone walls, torn wall hangings-- and bodies, bodies everywhere---- Wait upon further inspection there were nor corpses littering the hallways...No just armor , clothing, weapons... and piles of black sand.
Sienna once again turned to Myralthrine and motioned for her to keep quiet... Before starting through the hallway, stepping carefully as she went.
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