Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437 
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Jan 9, 2019 13:39:42 GMT -8
Long is the road and hard is the journey for a Drow and Elf who choose to search for the Crimson Ascent. It had been ordained that both the light and the dark would have to combine in order to obtain it. A missive left by the original drow who had bestowed the gift. He believed it to be a gift from the gods but she knew it had been a gift from her people. A sign of the friendship once shared between them before their differences had split them apart. - Continued from A Wilderness Road |
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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 Jan 9, 2019 13:42:49 GMT -8
Frustrating was the man who she had broken bone and tore tissue, aggravating was the mayor who was now deciding that the time had come to establish this town as more than it had ever been, and finally when Vithkun took to parading about wearing the other cloak and teasing her all in one go she would laugh. The sort of bright merry laughter they had not had much reason to share but one that broke the tension and turmoil that rested in her features at the words of the others. Certainly it had been a long hard road but for now there was some amusement to be found in the smallest things and she was agreeing with him any semblance of seriousness gone from her, "As I was called demon by the gate guard I do believe it might be suitable."
Placing her mace back into her belt she bent down and picked up the dagger on the floor. Glancing to the one refusing to aid them she would ask politely, "Do you know what this is?"
She'd knocked unconscious its true owner but his words had not seemed untrue ringing with just a semblance of sincerity to them that made her believe it was much more dangerous than it appeared. She avoided touching the blade even if she brought it close to observe it, "I do believe there is more than meets the eye but without knowledge of the blade itself testing it might be the only option."
Her test subject would be the one refusing to answer questions, as horrible as it was his resistance made him a target.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Jan 10, 2019 12:59:57 GMT -8
Vithkun would return a lighthearted smile helping to break the atmosphere a bit.
"Believe me, you're a prime demon!" Vithkun said and winked in jest to Myra.
The guy on the floor however didn't quite participate in the act of lighthearted banter and as Myra turned to him with the dagger and a question, he would instinctively try to push himself further back although the wall did not allow for that.
"Wh-what kind of question is that?" he asked and started feeling the panic at not being able to get away from her increasingly threatening behavior. "T-testing it! You've got to be kidding! I'm not even worth killing..!" he cried out getting the hint it was him she meant.
"Please don't stab me with that atrocity! They say that when the blade strikes blood it releases itself from the hilt and writhes its way into the wound crawling towards the heart and eventually..." he said as sweat started to run down his forehead. "And eventually killing the subject..." he said a little more muted believing that such a horrid weapon would not be received kindly by the elves as the man had already starting protecting himself with the arm that was still not broken in anticipation of retribution.
And sure Vithkun narrowed his eyes taking a step forwards reaching for his sword.
"You little fiend..! You have seen this being done, haven't you! Your words tells me that you've seen it done... Who did you kill you maggot?!?" he asked threateningly angered by the foul weapon before turning to Myra. "Such a monstrous weapon needs to be destroyed somehow, you must not use it and risk being cursed. One thing is to kill a man who deserves it, another thing is to take such evil power in your hands to enact the deed!" Vithkun warned Myra despising the look of the dagger.
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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 Jan 10, 2019 15:58:25 GMT -8
“Truly terrifying then?” Continuing the banter in return it was the sort of ease that had accompanied on the road after they had met Anonnai. Vithkun had seen what she was capable of through him and her restraint and his restraint had been withholding from a battle for a peaceable solution. A thing that made her respect him well enough to believe finally that he might make a suitable King. One who knew how to wave that big stick but also to attend to the idea of mercy when it was possible and knew that second chances and retribution were not beyond most. As the dagger, which she was learning was truly demonic, rested within her hands she felt apprehension then at being merciful towards this man. Vith had jumped on his back stamping him down verbally before she could speak on the matter.
Holding it up there was a look of consideration, one that others might take as one that meant she was prepared to use it, it was a fine line between curiosity and want within the look she gave it, but there was little she could falsify in her speech without thorough thought and working around her own curses, “And they believed me to be demonic, you’re right it has to be destroyed.”
Melted perhaps in the pits, “Or made where it cannot be found again, I doubt there is a way to easily destroy it.”
Lowering it carefully keeping the blade away from her side it would have to be wrapped in leather later and she intended on seeking aid from the mayor in finding something suitable. After all he could offer at least that.
“But, we need to find out where they are,” it was an odd act to be able to force yourself to mean something else than what you were saying and it was possible when one forced it, she was only allowing the mans imagination to run away with him as her hand wavered her fingers curling and readjusting around the handle.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Jan 12, 2019 13:44:33 GMT -8
Vithkun casually pointed at the dagger.
"You can't... you know... drain its life away?" he asked and gave Myra a sidelong glance. Indeed it did seem like the dagger had been given some kind of life - or unlife no matter how pathetic. If she couldn't the pits might be a suitable end to the abomination and the elven cloth that made it out for Vithkun's tent would be able to wrap around the dagger and to some extend negate its magic too although wrapping it in leather too would be a good way of making sure. Also perhaps the cloaked man had possessed a sheath for it? Vithkun would remind himself to check.
The man answered Vithkun as he clenched his teeth.
"I might..." he said reluctantly although a stern gaze from Vithkun caused him to spill the rest. "Alright, alright! I've seen the dagger in action, but it wasn't me. He wanted to try it out on some traveler and I had no say it in. It was horrible the way it worked, so if you destroy it I'm totally fine with it..!" he said and seemed to fear the dagger more than the elves although when Myra would not put the dagger away he started speaking.
"Sure, whatever..! You don't need to threaten me, you can go there although you'll probably regret it bitterly! They are holed up in the old ruins near the mountain range - you know that old fort that hasn't been put to use in a long time." He explained. "Lord Volypdaktos may not be there though as he resides in the One Realm of Arbor and only rarely graces this world with his presence." the man told the two elves unsure if it had been enough.
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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 Jan 12, 2019 13:58:42 GMT -8
Barely enough, the second little worm of a man was spilling much of what lay in store for them but she wasn't done and she was brandishing the dagger about lightly in her hands while observing it. Really she was carefully slipping it back and forth but she had a way of handling it that made her appear inexperienced. It was a wonder that Vithkun did not attempt to take it from her because the action really was strange, "I could attempt," she told the elf with only a sideways glance. Unable to say it would be a waste, which she might have normally in a real threat she crouched down to be on the same level as the man.
"They are all holed up?" Raising a brow she would say not unkindly but the threat in her eyes seemed very real, "I need numbers, how many can fight, how many would fight, what defenses there are."
Strained in part she hated the deception of her body movements and she felt the ache upon her skin as it tugged on her. It was difficult to portray herself in such a manner for her spoken word could not be truly manipulated but to pretend in such a way was tiring. It took power of her own accord and there was a slight tremble now to her legs the muscles wanting to spasm but she held herself quite well in the meantime attempting not to let her weakness show.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Jan 13, 2019 13:38:08 GMT -8
Vith observed the rather odd behavior Myra showed with the dagger and wanted more than anything to tell her to put it away and not to play around with it - but belittling Myra had never really worked and he figured she was playing a role trying to convince the man on the ground to tell the truth first time out.
The man was taken aback by apparently not being specific enough and pressed even further up the wall.
"W-well... I don't know how many but... they are a lot." he said and tried to wrestle his brain into a more concise answer although he had only been there once before. "The place has demons crawling around the place although the initiates - like us - can enter freely. I don't think it has any specific defenses but the demons sure can defend themselves." he said as Vith decided to join Myra in adding pressure to the initiate seeing that Myra had difficulty keeping her role in character.
"You'll have to do better than that - tell us what is so special about that place that they may take up residence there!" Vithkun commanded pressing his blade towards the initiate's throat having drawn it in a split second.
"I-I..." he said surprised to see the quick reaction from the elf. "There is an inner chamber where my colleague entered and that is where they say the gate to The One Realm of Arbor is. I don't know if it can be destroyed or anything, but only someone considered worthy can enter and speak with Lord Volypdaktos!" he said finally spilling a few usable beans. "I think... they may be a few hundred inside the fortress." he added answering Myra's query.
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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 Jan 13, 2019 16:10:15 GMT -8
A layout of the compound itself would be useful, but how truthful the man was being would remain to be seen. “A few hundred,” her voice echoed poorly enough his words her confident outer shell slipping for a moment with her effort as she straightened and stopped playing with the knife. Even if they could pass as initiates, and wear the robes, there was no telling if they could find their way well enough to avoid suspicion. “Then I will make you a deal, you will tell us the layout of the compound to the best of your abilities and I will not use the dagger on you.”
She wasn’t going to use the dagger on him anyways but she said nothing about if he did not cooperate he would be pricked by the nasty little thing. In fact with Vith so close she’d taken a step back allowing him full access his threatening more viable than hers at the moment. It gave her a second to feel the dagger within her hand mentally, reach for it, attempt to draw on whatever had been placed inside of it. Whether the idea was sound or not she would at least think on the matter until she had more time to consider it, Knowing if it was possible was only one step of the matter.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Jan 15, 2019 23:55:44 GMT -8
The deal wasn't getting any better for the unlucky man as the price for not being poked with the dagger kept rising.
"I... I've only been there once I swear I couldn't tell you in detail!" he said and glanced around. "All I know is that there is an outer wall with a gate that's open and if you don't arise suspicion you could probably just walk right into the courtyard. Inside the citadel are many rooms, but it's in the middle where the audience chamber to Lord Volypdaktos is, although I don't know exactly how it looks as I haven't been inside it." he answered Myra.
Vithkun looked at Myra and raised a brow still holding his blade close to the captive.
"Seems like that's the best we'll get, do you agree?" he asked Myra.
As Myra tried to mentally reach the dagger she would conjure the image of a tormented soul within it. One that had been deprived of love and happiness for so long that it was but an empty spectre devoid of positive feelings and only containing the passions and insatiable and violent hunger for the love it will never have in this form. Such a being was a demon in itself and thus not impossible to kill although the dagger contained a magical barrier that would at least take a concentrated effort to break.
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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 Jan 16, 2019 0:11:06 GMT -8
The exhaustion of holding the act even if in a form not spoken was beginning to play on her, muscles ached and cried for release as they fought the very composure she’d been holding. Reaching backwards she found a chair around the outside of the hall. Allowing some weakness to be seen in the gesture was quite a bit more acceptable than her legs failing her while standing. Plopping down not lightly for the feeling that if she remained upright she would give out on her own she spoke with a tremor, “Yes I believe so.”
The dagger was not held lightly anymore. It’s anguish reached her calling like a siren impressing upon her the importance of its task, no one felt such desire for love unrequited quite yet but its hunger was relatable. So much so that she wavered on the knifes edge unwilling to undertake the very task. Plunging down into the depths of the ire of the blade involved time set aside for such a task. Demanding as it were she was unwilling to simply do it, if she were not prepared it might overwhelm her. The singular touch provided all she needed to know of it to know that as of this moment she had not faced her own demons well enough to confront this one.
Tempted to drop it to the floor for now knowing what she held she felt it more dangerous than before she could not. Too many idle hands were devils playthings, or Volypdaktos playthings. Surely a demon in his own right he was on the cusp of the lands so haunted by those without souls. Clawing his way back into the mortal realms through bloodshed and violence he was seeking a place here, power beyond imagination. If they had not set foot in this village how much farther might he have gone? What might he have gained from these poor souls?
“Go get your guards,” she told the mayor, her very expression of unkept frustration enough to say she was not in the mood for argument, “Have them lock these three away and then we can discuss what shall happen from here.”
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Jan 18, 2019 13:54:10 GMT -8
Vithkun looked back on Myra and then gave the cultist a stern frown.
"Stay here." he commanded with a calm and cool voice as the man nodded quickly. Giving him a final frown Vithkun sheathed his sword and calmly walked over to Myra seeing her apparent exhaustion his eyes flipping from Myra herself and to the dagger. Vithkun wasn't sure what exactly that dagger was, but he knew it was something that would be considered 'an enemy of the elves' by casting but a single gaze on it.
In a swift - almost unexpected move - Vithkun would seek to swipe the dagger out of Myra's hand and if successful he would speak.
"Nobody demands that you help every damned soul in this world - sometimes destruction is the only path some creatures walk." Vithkun reminded her sternly although the tone was soft and even soothing. "This thing is vile and was created by some deep spite of all things benevolent and although I can't see into it's dark heart and soul I know at least this..." he said and leaned close to Myra with a teasing smile. "You're too tired to do that..!" he said and grinned.
"Hopefully my magic can keep it at bay for a while." Vithkun said and moved his index finger over its hilt and continuing over the blade careful not to touch it directly. Vithkun was making the inscription of 'Rest' in it and observed as the blade drew what sounded like a sigh and its evil aura calmed down to a minimum. "There... have a long nap." he said to Myra as he wrapped it in a piece of leather. "My inscription magic works on the mental plane too as well as the physical." he said and shrugged, although he was planning on having Myra find out on herself if she had refused to let him have the jewel all the way to the end. Now that it was out in the open he was unsure if it was a genuine trump card anymore. The most dangerous enemies were those who understood how to use your own weapons against yourself - and she seemed like one who had that ability but for some reason Vithkun couldn't but smile to himself.
The mayor would nod from Myra's command as he strode outside with determined steps ringing the bell right outside the door calling people together and soon after a handful of men would follow him inside and started tying up the cultists, the main guy still unconscious and the one Vithkun had taken down still cumbered by his iron suit. The guards were quite surprised that he was not reacting to their commands of getting up and even more surprised as they couldn't lift him up themselves before Vithkun - although rather amused - eventually wrote words on his coat that reverted the magic. The guards, who were obviously no professional guards and normally worked as farmers, smiths and the like looked almost taken aback by the sight of the two elves.
"What would you have us do now, Miss elf?" the mayor then asked Myra almost submissively waiting for new orders.
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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 Jan 18, 2019 14:12:36 GMT -8
Nobody demands that you help every soul. His words and his kindness reached depths farther than she imagined even the ocean could in that moment. He was shifting the mantle of responsibility off of her shoulders if even just for a second in order to inform her that it need not rest there at all times. It was a weight as he deftly took the dagger from her sealing it if only for a short moment and entrusting her with more and more of his own world where as she had not been so forthcoming. Annonnai had shown him her capabilities but the discussion of her power was one put at bay for a while now, and one that perhaps might never come but needed to be had. His talk of destruction only served as a powerful reminder of what she was capable of, of what she could do, and should she have chosen to she could destroy the cult with their own lives, use them to destroy them but it was heinous magic and the things it would do to her own soul were akin to the weeping of the blade so disregarded by both.
The mayor leaving they were practically alone other than the men from the so called Lord. Ignoring them was simple enough and she spoke low to her companion even going so far as to switch to elvish because she did not fancy being overheard, “It is difficult to pretend in such a manner, I cannot outright say an untruth and even to make pretense at it is exhausting. It is as if my whole body is against me and the longer I carry it the worse it becomes. I will be alright shortly as my strength does not fade but momentarily.”
She reached up taking his forearm in her hand gently when he went to turn away in order to gather his attention, “You have been nothing short of remarkable, someone I might call friend, I see much in the coming days that will challenge what has been gained between us. I want to let you know before-,” she never got to finish as the mayor returned then insisting on placing her in charge of the bandwagon that she had created. It was poor timing that this came at the end of their journey and yet with the harrowing nature of its call she felt relief. If put off the inevitable.
Rising to her feet still weak but the appearance of it no longer acceptable as many had filed within the small room she would look to the major, “We find out exactly what we are facing,” it was a blanket statement, not one meant to be totally fulfilling in its nature but she had not leaped forth without a plan, “I can be certain that this village is not the only one effected. You should send runners to your neighbors, speak of a willingness to fight now, to rebel. Those who speak well and can influence men, perhaps boosted by something more.”
Glancing to Vithkun he might be able to give them more courage.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Jan 21, 2019 12:48:12 GMT -8
Vithkun chuckled and put his hand on Myra's shoulder answering her in elvish too.
"If only this was the case of half my political adversaries in High Haven, I would never have left..!" he joked with a grin. But these words had a profound and unexpected taste to them. 'The bitter truth' it was called and made the elf almost cringe thinking of how easily he had left when been given the opportunity to search for the Crimson Ascend when it was proposed. Maybe this was all one great escape from the rigorous evaluation that one were always undergoing in High Haven. Such an excruciatingly beautiful place - with fitting and almost unreasonable high standards for perfection.
His line of thought however were abruptly torn as she opened her heart to him. Briefly and momentarily, but she definitely did. Vithkun was taken aback by the sudden declaration of friendship but a soft smile was not late to return it although before she could say much more they were being interrupted. What was it she wanted to say before they left? A word of warning?
Myra spoke and as she did a single eyebrow raised turned to a frown and Vithkun gave her a sidelong glance as she had spoken and addressed her in the kind of polite elvish that to anyone not familiar with the language would sound like pure praise.
"Surely you don't mean to have these weak men sent themselves into death by instigating them with false hope? They are much better off migrating to the southern plains until all this is over or even complying with the demons." Vithkun spoke voicing his disagreement in no unclear phrases.
"Mayor. Tell your people to pack their things and travel south and lay low for a while and hopefully you may return soon." Vithkun commanded the mayor and his folk although they humans looked torn between which elf they should listen to most of them glancing at Myra. What was her decision in this?
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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 Jan 21, 2019 20:50:01 GMT -8
The frank openness was regretted in an instant. The moment that he took opposition to her plan pointing out the flaw of these very people. They had been cowards, they were cowards, and they would run like sheep away from the wolf in this instance because they were being informed that it was all they would be. Surely he did not believe them capable of handling this alone. Of changing the fate of so many with only their hands. Entering the convent itself would not be difficult but to keep up a falsehood, to pretend for a long period of time would threaten her. Defending those who were willing to take the first steps on their own was plausible, feeding them a line of running was best but was something she could not rightfully do. She did not believe it and anger welled up within her for a lie she couldn’t utter that needed so badly to be said.
Vithkun spoke with such forceful initiative in his pretty words. Bile flared up floating in her throat and filling her mouth with the taste, she swallowed it. “You would have them run like a dog with its tail between its legs,” she spoke in elvish for disheartening these people was not her intention but she had no strength left to pretend that the acrid tone was anything but what it was, “I have forced them into this position and I would have them see it through. They have every right to rise to their own defense for this Lord intended on taking the very little they have possibly even their lives.”
Right hand raised to the opposite shoulder she swung it downward in a dismissive motion. Turning away from him and from the people that expected an answer the very same hand was at her forehead brushing back the palest locks that her people could possess. It shook with the slight she believed he offered and she spoke then in common, “It’s not safe for you here. Traveling south would give you your best chance until we can handle this.”
It was not a lie but an admission she was unwilling to follow through on and she had shut her eyes for a moment to avoid looking at Vith should he try and appear before her, his speed unmatched even by her own the elf light on his feet but his tongue much lighter.
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Vithkun Almear
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Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Jan 24, 2019 10:46:42 GMT -8
Vithkun knew that his taking control of the situation would not have been viewed in such a favorable light, but still he was sure the citizens around these parts were hardly a match for the demonic inhabitants that were able to make such dreadfulness as the dagger one of the cultist had worn. Could they themselves change fate for this land? Vithkun wagered they could if they were able to strike at the heart of their organization - but if not it was probably best these people weren't there to receive the wrath of the demons. Perhaps the dwarves would even stand and protect them.
"I would, for they are clearly nothing but dogs. Are they not wagging their tail to your every word right now? How easily would their spirit not crumble when stable boys with torches and pitchforks met demons with swords sharpened for war? You saw the gate guard, these people care about surviving." Vithkun argued trying to stay on the polite side of 'discussion'. "It is not up to your to make a resistance of people who aren't like that. Drows are a lot more resilient but these are humans." Vithkun said his eyes quickly glancing at the mayor and back as he continued in elvish. "And not the kind of humans that the great kings were made of." he added and with a quick smirk returning to a neutral expression afterwards.
Vithkun's shoulders relaxed when she asked them to pack and go south and he sighed. The mayor nodded and seemed somewhat disappointed.
"I understand... we aren't warriors anyway that's true." he said and glanced at Myra. "But will you two be okay..? You are going into the demons' lair aren't you?" he asked rather concerned. Vithkun would not answer the mayor nor would he try to comfort Myra in taking a decision that was her own - although she might regret it.
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Myralthrine Host
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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 Jan 24, 2019 11:22:04 GMT -8
Vithkun taking control was what would save these people. Myra was brash, unrealistic at times, she carried within her a strong sense of justice that was put into play through bare hands. Generally hers, expecting others to also do the same was folly. The prince pointed this out putting his own opinion into play rather quickly attempting to correct her. His frankness matched her own for once. Turning about her reaction under control and her expression blank enough catching the final smirk that was given at his words. Dogs he referred to them as, loyal little underlings that would react to her every word. Dogs were capable of defending their own rather viciously but most had a bark that never matched their bite. A poor grip when biting would allow someone to fling them right off.
“You’re right,” she spoke in common because continuing to speak in Elvish would alienate the mayor and his people. She approached the mayor gripping his shoulders lightly, “One day you should learn to fight, gather your own courage, but for now we shall be it for you. Leave a few who are brave enough to bring you news and I shall send them when it is safe for you to return. I cannot rightly give you a time but what we have done today will be noticed. It is best you leave, and quickly, find shelter with someone you trust. Do not take more than you can carry.”
Releasing him she looked to Vith, “I would speak to you privately as well.”
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Jan 24, 2019 11:57:02 GMT -8
The mayor would nod and scratch his head.
"I hope that days come my elf friend - but most of all I hope we'll have something to return to when we do arrive back..." the mayor said thinking 'if we arrive back' although not prepared to voice his fear in front of his men and the brave elves. Well chances were that they weren't going to make it, so it some point him and his people had to step up and do something about it. But right now fear was too prevalent and he would follow Myra's advice and have scouts up here to warn him but also send words to the other nearby villages.
Vithkun lifted a brow as Myra spoke. Was he right? He didn't expect her to comply that easily although her asking him for a private conversation had Vithkun smirking expecting this to be a clash rather than a discussion. Well she really learned how to hold back and Vithkun was almost proud of her as he turned to her.
"Of course, what would you like to discuss?" he asked with a faint smile and crossed his arms expecting it to begin.
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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 Jan 24, 2019 12:07:35 GMT -8
“They will,” she assured the mayor. She reserved true smiles for very rare occasions but this felt necessary, even if grim, before she took to leaving the small room expecting Vithkun to follow when she issued a very short, “Outside,” which was clearly an order.
Whatever discussion she intended to have it would not be in common for everyone to overhear and they would step far enough away from the fanfare to discuss things privately. Speaking in elven only reassured that it would be even more so. Rounding upon him once he got close enough her teeth were gritted as she spoke, “It is only your right to believe that you should step in. Soon enough you’ll find yourself in a position where your decisions will be the very word which many follow. I am not against your advice nor the reasoning that you offered but the way you say it. Your highness should remember that he is not in High Haven anymore. You speak so sweetly and yet so wrong in the same moment. You tell them to run but I get the feeling that this journey of your own was your own way of running. Of tucking your tail beneath your legs as you escaped the reality that responsibility was setting in. You claim that my speech is easier to understand than the high borne who you are so accustomed to and yet you treat me as if I am one of them. You speak in riddles and with a tone which I cannot mimic. I will admit that neither of us have been frank with one another but after all we have been through I feel as if I have to be now.”
Every word rushed out tumbling and falling over one another as she attempted to get them out. Her elvish was spot on, no accent lingering to betray her origins as if she had learned from a proper noble which made it understandable.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Jan 24, 2019 13:08:29 GMT -8
"Outside..?" Vithkun answered and frowned. Now he was Myra's dog too it seemed and although she was being immensely rude to Vithkun he followed leisurely a few paces behind her. She was wanting to put quite a bit of distance between them and the townspeople it seemed and as they stopped Vithkun observed believing himself ready for what might come. "Well what is it that is so important that it cannot be spoken inside the mayors office?" he said and gave her a casual - some would say arrogant gaze - observing what seemed to be a considerable amount of anger ready to be pulled out.
"I will soon be king you say..?" Vithkun interjected surprised as this meant Myra was being willing to give up the jewel for him - or at least he knew that this way of speaking was a sign that she was soon prepared to consciously admit it although right not it was probably still not acknowledged by her. "The way I say it... is wrong?" Vithkun asked in disbelief chuckling slightly although he kept listening to what Myra had to say although it was with some impatience his foot tapping on the ground and eyes wanting to roll at the accusations that kept coming.
"I am... running?!?" Vithkun asked and pointed his finger towards his own chest. "And how is it that you're not running all of the sudden?" Vithkun said although as he did he realized he did not downright refute what she had said. Had he been running? But from what? He was perfectly content with High Haven and looked to bring back the jewel at all costs so he could become king and rule High Haven with his wife. Sure that was the plan and had he ever strayed from it? Well... maybe a little. A couple of times. The otherwise rude and baseless accusation became a lump Vithkun had to chew on if he was to speak more of the subject and motioning his jaw in an discontent fashion he turned to the next accusation Myra put forward.
"You do not appreciate my tone is that what you're saying?" Vithkun said and gave her a rather stern look but a smile broke the stone face. "I forget sometimes that it is you, Myra." Vithkun said with a far softer voice. "In High Haven a blunt speech is the way we communicate with those we deem 'lower' than ourselves, while anything but expressing yourself as eloquently as possible would be an insult to those who you'd consider your peers and elders." Vithkun said trying to calm her and scratched his head his voice more lighthearted than before. He did understand why Myra would take offense if she wasn't able to follow - and still he didn't consider her below himself as such. Not anymore at least.
"I guess while we're not in High Haven I should try to communicate on your premises - but if you ever plan on visiting you should really practice the art." Vithkun said and chuckled although his joke had a hint of reality to it. Anyone in High Haven hearing her speak like it was now would probably consider her a slave or prisoner, but with her talent in speaking elvish with no apparent accent Vithkun wagered she absolutely could if she would.
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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 Jan 24, 2019 14:01:34 GMT -8
“The art of deception,” even now as he laughed at her misunderstanding she felt the fool. Foolish was what she had been believing that they were friends. Had he forgotten not but two days ago he had kissed her, an effort had went into forgetting the way it felt, the way her heart almost beat out of her chest. Even now it ached because she felt the admonitions of his guilt in denying it were a slight falsehood. Had he found her indecent he would have never leaned forward and per his explanation he had grown to respect her, “That is all it is,” she spoke softer now unable to be angered at his upbringing, “They speak that way in order to clearly deny what they might have meant later. Implications and misunderstandings is all it garners and yet you find it beautiful.”
There was no changing his mind, no appealing to his better nature, because she was beginning to see that what she believed to be beneath the surface may have been just a breeze upon the otherwise sunny day of his life. He did not deny that he ran and she did not outright tell him he could have the jewel. After all she had never been informed that he had to prove himself to have the throne or that he was second in line, she was so far departed from the news of the world she did not know. Elves did not spread their gossip in human territories either.
“I did not run,” rather frankly she was disappointed in the way he accused her of it. It was obvious in the way she withdrew her anger from earlier and now her voice trembled, “I told you what occurred, that I was cast from my home. You willingly left and even here I am not running from these people. I do not deny them help, I do not see their own injustice and ignore it. I see just how the world seeks to destroy them.”
Stumbling in her words she finally spoke with her heart on her sleeve, “Do you think I wish to be here?”
Biting her lower lip she had gone to far. Bringing up far gone memories of her homeland and of the night she had received her banishment and curse. It was to deny her everything she once held dear. Now what she held dear was very different and it spoke to her in a way she could only see as condescending and yet she would not leave. Both had changed, mostly for the better but some for the worst. He had only confirmed her fears that time would not change everything.
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