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
|
Post by Vithkun Almear on Apr 27, 2019 1:48:55 GMT -8
Vithkun found Myra almost entranced with the Crimson Ascend as she peered into it deeply and Vithkun too felt the pull towards its multifaceted colors. It was as if the colors weren't just multifaceted but if he really let his sight merge with the brilliance of the stone it was as if Vithkun would see every color in one formidable color. He blinked once or twice and he was out of it again - it did not hold him there like an illusion it only presented to the elf what it had.
"It's a marvelous thing huh?" Vithkun said as it started dawning to him exactly what kind of treasure they had found. "I cannot remember hearing about a treasure of this value and beauty existing anywhere in the known world - and here we are holding it." he said nostalgic. "You're holding it, Ashborn of Host..!" Vithkun said with a wry smile meaning that indeed she had come far. "I did not give it to you merely for safe keeping, but let's keep people thinking that." he added softly.
Vithkun looked at her with a smirk as she said the words - he was able to deduct when one tried to forge an 'out' in one's answer. Had it been any other elf in High Haven he would have been ruthless in asserting the fact that 'attempting' was about the same as failing. But it was not, it was Myra, the one he held dearest in his heart. "Then I too will 'attempt' to keep you from being locked up in the deepest dungeons. The more you attempt, the less I have to." he said and crossed his arms grinning.
However his smile quickly turned to concern seeing a shadow emerge from the entrance to the valley they had passed out of just recently. Brows frowned even more as the figure was obviously a drow - one clad in black robes and with the same kind of white hair as Myra. As he approached Vithkun's thoughts were that of the council Myra had mentioned and putting a hand on her shoulder he stepped past her with the other hand on the hilt of the sword.
"Someone is approaching... a drow..!" he warned Myra, knowing that he was indeed ready to fight to his death so that they wouldn't claim the jewel. "Who are you? Speak of your intentions before stepping any further!" Vithkun spoke with a clear and assertive voice making a slight move to draw the sword so the drow might know that he was serious.
|
|
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
|
Post by Myralthrine Host on Apr 27, 2019 9:42:38 GMT -8
“You’re probably going to be working that mouth of yours a lot then,” admitting this as he crossed this arms she had some intention of keeping to herself but where injustice happened she had a tendency to leap without looking. It got them involved with a certain demon who deemed himself a Lord. While the adventure had solidified their position to one another as far as understanding the thought process of each and making certain they worked well together, it had been her fault they’d been cast upon it to start. Not that she’d heard him complaining and it gave her hope in no small way that the changes she saw in him would remain. Just as he had changed her. Tempering her anger was a difficult thing to do but he had done it.
Holding the stone in her right hand her fingers curled around it, protecting it from falling by a firm grip, not enough to make her knuckles turn white, but her hand was certainly flexed well around it. The sudden change from witty banter to defensive made her turn with Vithkun even as he spoke the words of a stranger approaching. Her mace was above the ground, left behind where the wolves had accosted them before they leapt into the depths of the cavern. Her other main defense was not one that would work upon the man approaching for he himself was Ashborn. After Annonai it took but a second of recognition. The mans features were dark but his eyes so bright in comparison. Certainly he was more practiced then she at the art but she would give one hell of a fight if it came to it, and it seemed it was going to. Like static electricity in the air she felt the shift in the atmosphere.
“No,” her voice was not firm, but worried, full of an unexpressed sorrow for she felt the drain on the world around them but not on herself. She knew then that his power could not effect her, unless she allowed it, and the instant that the flickering gaze turned to the elf who’s hand was so openly on his sword she reacted.
“Vith!” Stepping forward her left hand on his shoulder she would go to place herself bodily before him, her right over his sword hand if he would allow her to do so.
The instant that she did so, the jewel saddled within the very same hand with no longer a concern placed to keeping it safe, she felt the power relinquish. Not before both felt it, Vith first, and then a sudden stop the instant that Myra stood before him and her own skin showing a pallor that was unmistakable in that she had taken his own suffering upon herself.
“You protect him?” The gentle baritone was not unkind, benign even if one could look past the shock of the initial wonder at her actions.
|
|
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
|
Post by Vithkun Almear on Apr 28, 2019 1:27:06 GMT -8
The drow seemed to have no intention of stopping or explaining who he was and Vithkun braced himself for what seemed like an inevitable confrontation. But there was something else... A dark magic in the air around he couldn't put his finger on before it dawned to him that he was already under the influence of the subtle draining of life that ashborn were able to do. He felt just like then when Myra had freed him from his incarceration but had nearly stifled his life - only to a more subtle extend.
Weaving his left hand in front of him the best he could do was to conjure protective spells... No, he would have to summon The Light of Lannegar to cleanse him - and it was a ritual that he could not do that fast. The ring... he reached for his pocket knowing that its powers might aid him greatly here although it might end up undoing himself.
Vithkun had stepped in to protect Myra, but Myra stepped in front of Vithkun placing her hand on his sword as Vithkun stopped his actions out of surprise. "Myra..!" he said concerned knowing that she had not brought her mace. Was she going to try to stand up to another ashborn? He looked around noticing the catastrophic outcome it would have on this area.
"Don't do it, you'll kill this place. Release your spell!" he commanded the stranger from behind Myra. But at the same time the stone seemed to touch Vithkun as Myra used the same hand to hold the jewel as she used to stop him from drawing his sword. "The light..!" he said surprised as he felt the power of the jewel seep into him in a whole other way than when he was holding it himself. But it was not the touch of The Crimson Ascend lessened the effects that the unknown drow's ashborn abilities had on him. It was Myra who suddenly was taking the pain and damage the drow before them had caused Vithkun.
Vithkun was both relieved but also angered seeing Myra suffering by his hands. "I mean it! Myra has suffered plenty from your malevolent methods and even if it is only my bones that stand after this I will not tolerate it anymore!" Vithkun shouted as he weaved the elven letters of fire on the handle before he broke away from Myra's hold on his sword hand and drew his blade a flame more than thrice his size flaring from the edge matching his disgust for the drow.
|
|
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
|
Post by Myralthrine Host on Apr 28, 2019 7:05:51 GMT -8
The immense heat of the sword resting to her side as Vithkun vowed to protect her made her flinch. It was not the heat or the words but the thought of another battle in such a place, of the assurance that should it range across the landscape they would destroy it. Fire would also cause it to fall to ashes and he had quite the way of effecting the landscape with it by swinging his sword. He had to half step as well to avoid her and with her back to the stranger she saw a sight she never expected.
From the depths of the lake rose an elven woman. Reminiscent of the lady of the lake rising from the ripples at the edge she was completely dry the instant that she made contact with the air. Her clothes still carried quite the effect of being underwater her long white dress flowing around her from making her appear ethereal. Her hair was black as night the raven locks in deep waves settling over her shoulders and down around her framing chocolate eyes and ruby stained lips.
Myra was about to warn Vith of the stranger when their eyes made contact and she was stricken speechless, giving the elf enough time to speak her voice like the warmest spring breeze rolling across them, “That will not be necessary Vithkun Almear, Prince of the Elves of High Haven. You have proven your strength and your valor in your attempt to reach this place,” her gaze had only left Myra for a second in order to glance at the back of Vith’s head before it returned to the girl, “And you Myralthrine of the house of Beleon you carry the mark of those before you. You have started the path of your own destiny.”
The Drow before Vithkun seemed less threatening now in a sense his features softening at the appearance of the elf.The drain either had felt on their bones was gone and in its place they felt bolstered. As if they were risen from those very ashes both brighter for the experience now. He began to circle them, keeping some distance in order to join the newly appeared woman his earlier anger seemingly disappeared and replaced with a softer kindness in his gaze.
Myra felt as if both powers were overwhelming, and perhaps they were, these two must have been around the jewel for some time and with its enchanting might giving them its power they were as formidable as the stars themselves. Thankfully she felt no ill will now from either as she had before but the pivot her head was on to look at both of them was painful enough.
|
|
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
|
Post by Vithkun Almear on Apr 28, 2019 7:36:13 GMT -8
On all accounts Vithkun was ready and he would not be waiting for the drow to launch his attack as he mentally counted down from tree. Tree... Two... o... But before he reached one he sensed Myra looking back and he turned his head expecting another drow but seeing the surface of the water on the small lake stirred, and up rose a raven haired elf. A raven haired pure elf who's beauty and grace was as stunning as her presence - and as if this was not enough she spoke to him with such a charming and soft voice that had him immediately surrender his anger.
The fire extinguished immediately leaving a cool blade in the wake and Vithkun to bow slightly towards the pure elf. "How... how do you know my name..?" he asked confounded as he also sensed that the drow's killing intent had settled and that he was no longer threatening their safety. It seemed that the elven lady did also know Myra well enough to have information on her name and house.
"I trust you will do us no harm then..?" Vithkun said and glanced quickly at the drow too, although it was peculiarly difficult for Vithkun to look away from the elven lady. He sheathed his sword and sighed trying to calm himself again - what was this feeling all of a sudden? It was a kind and comfortable feeling that was even surpassing that of before they stepped in and the drow that had been so menacing before seemed softer and almost fatherly now. But behind this Vithkun sensed a great latent power lingering - and of course it would if these two had had anything to do with building this place. But how could they? It was so long ago that even some of the oldest elves would have died by now. Was it the effect of the jewel?
"I... must apologize if I offended any of you." Vithkun said and bowed towards the elf and then the drow. "I must ask who you are though? I cannot remember having seen or heard of you before miss..?" he asked the elven lady quite unsure of how to even address them as he discretely sheathed his sword. Were they nobility? Royalty? Or perhaps outcasts by some ill circumstances?
|
|
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
|
Post by Myralthrine Host on Apr 28, 2019 7:51:55 GMT -8
“I know many things your highness,” unlike when Myra spouted off his title she spoke of it with respect for his house was one of the few last remaining ones which she recognized and found to be honorable. Just as she found Myra’s to be so but not with the current placement on the throne who was only a steward for the rightful heir but their denial would never be exstinquished until it was made known throughout both lands that the true ruler knew their place, “Your journey here though short has brought you to new heights, both of you, the dwarves spoke of my presence at their tables once upon a time but I gave them a false name for I did not want my family to seek me within their halls. I am Elena of Baurimont.”
Vithkun would recognize it as the secondary royal family, one who was subservient to the first in the past and would be the one to take over should the line have been destroyed. When the monarchy had not had a ruling council to assist she would have been one of the most powerful among their kind and too old to still be in such a state.
The Drow would take his turn to answer now, “Elena gave her place to join me here, to find herself in my solitude was quite the feat but she assisted me in designing that which would be the tests of the jewel itself. Such power should only fall within the hands of those worthy of discretion in its management. I am Kacien, also of the house of Beleon from which you have descended,” he spoke directly to Myra at that point, “It cannot be but any other as you carry the lineage of our house in your power.”
Myra who had been quiet up to this point was still shocked. They gave her a family name, one she recognized, one she feared, for she could not possibly be of such a house nor abandoned by it if it was truly so. Even still she looked to the Drow with such confusion and a will for his words to be wrong. She even stepped back away from Vith in her denial.
|
|
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
|
Post by Vithkun Almear on Apr 28, 2019 8:15:14 GMT -8
"I bet you do..." Vithkun said respectfully as his eyes lingered in hers trying to see what lay behind them - but nothing was conveyed. "The dwarves..! So you are..?" Vithkun said and deducted what had happened. She was quite clearly the elf that had passed through the dwarven halls so long ago - but the name was different and Vithkun smirked as he recognized her noble surname. "I really liked the dress you wore then - it is as beautiful today as is must have been then." He said and looked at Myra with a soft glance before turning back to the drow that now spoke directly to Myra.
"Excuse me? House Beleon?" Vithkun said and frowned. Elena had said it before but Vithkun had thought it was a mistake on her part - but for him to confirm it so assertively. "But House Beleon is..." he said and looked at Myra - the first thing going through his head that she had lied. But very quickly it was clear that she did not know this herself. "Myra..!" Vithkun said and looked at her assertively. "Could this be true?" he inquired concerned that it might be as House Beleon was not exactly in favor of the Pure Elves of High Haven.
|
|
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
|
Post by Myralthrine Host on Apr 28, 2019 9:20:08 GMT -8
Elena smiled at the compliment of the prince himself. He recognized her family name and her acceptance of his role in the royal family was the highest praise of a house of such lineage itself. They supported them in times of need and at other times had been one of the few to deny their wishes and step in for the people. The checks and balances system was swayed by favoritism in that time but still suitable, "I am sure she looked as lovely as your memory remembers," she would comment upon his words. Reaching to the Drow that approached he took her hand settling himself in by her side just as the other two across from them stood connected but not quite so openly.
"No," Myra spoke the denial was strong within her the word firm and frankly not convinced that the Drow was telling the truth himself. She was of Host, an orphan abandoned there to fend for herself among the other small wretches who would claw and fight their way to better standing. It had simply been that her standing was kept lowered due to the shade of her hair and the fear of her abilities.
The Drow apparently was not having her refusal, "You are Ashborn," his tone was quite insistent,"You are of the house of Beleon no matter how you refuse. It is a trait only passed down through that lineage and only possessed by those within the line of Beleon, my mother was the first but not the last, certainly, but it has never been within another female to my knowledge until you."
|
|
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
|
Post by Vithkun Almear on Apr 28, 2019 11:15:58 GMT -8
It was a clear 'no' - but a 'no' in clear denial also. The many years among the court of High Haven had taught Vithkun the inns and outs of the art of reading people behind the facade of their words, and the elf and the drow spoke the truth. It might take a bit of time for Myra to take it all in though - and for Vithkun to digest what to think. Myra was a noble now, and a quite important one too which would carry immense weight either way if he told of her true identity in High Haven. Could he? Should he? There was much to think about but the journey back would luckily be long so he had time.
Vithkun turned towards the female elf and gave a wry smile. "You're not going to tell me I'm an adopted bastard now that we're doing the surprises, are you?" he jested, his heart quietly hoping she wouldn't suddenly change her demeanor. Vithkun then walked over to Myra putting an arm around her comforting her.
"You're still Myra, I know that. The rest is details right now." he said and gave her a soft smile.
|
|
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
|
Post by Myralthrine Host on Apr 28, 2019 22:58:05 GMT -8
Not a poor decision but an unwise one to attempt to calm her current state of mind for her shoulders trembled but not for tears or fear but anger at the words that came out of the unsettling Drows mouth. The female elf without an ounce of sarcasm would even reassure Vithkun stating, “No, your highness.” Her level of respect was far from what Myra could muster in that moment and she wished so surely to have her mace in her hand the defense of its spikes and the cool metal beneath her fingers a rigid reminder of what pure physical rage could do. Thankfully it wasn’t, and with Vith present, with him smiling at her, and agreeing with them he was quite lucky as well for she could not see why his belief was so easily found, “It matters not for it is a lie.”
What child born of royalty would be cast from the palace, if it was truly such a crime as to be lowered from such a position why not just murder the babe. Handle things then and there, or had someone smuggled her elsewhere. Before Annonai she’d never heard of who or what she was but while she believed him, this she did not.
Kacien cared not for her denial for in time she might find the truth of her lineage, learn to control her reaction that had been so blatantly been shown upon her face. “You speak what you believe but within the realm of the elven cities there are those who still remember the old tales. They will know who you are.”
A warning, and one even Elena continued in earnest, “And you your highness risk everything by asking of her to return with you. It will not be seen so kindly by those even closest to you.”
|
|
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
|
Post by Vithkun Almear on Apr 29, 2019 9:04:04 GMT -8
It was not the understanding reply he had expected, that he got, and Vithkun sighed and let his arms drop. "Very well." Vithkun said as he observed Myra as she stood there. "You're right, it matters not right now." he finally said and listened to what Kacien and Elena spoke.
He looked at Elena with a smirk. "It matters not either, she's just a drow from Host - they won't bother for very long." he said feeling as if he needed to get back at them a little on both of their behalves - for the trials but also for this. "You're spewing blunt 'truths' so nonchalantly - have you forgotten about charm and elegance in word and action?" Vithkun said looking at them both.
"Lies are comforting and truths are hard like the hammer against the anvil - and truths turning out to be lies are just treacherous poison. I hope you both understand what consequences both bear and why words cannot confirm nor deny your statements." Vithkun said with a certain firmness of voice that for a second lifted him in authority. "And you, Kacien, are not the first ashborn I have met on this trip - the other managed to blend lies with truths seemingly so naturally that even I struggled seeing the difference. I believe the soul of you ashborn is inherently pure as witnessed by Myra, but can also be stained far easier and to a higher degree than many others." he said and narrowed his eyes a little. "I will reserve judgment on your part." he said before turning to Elena.
"I will go back to High Haven with Myra because our path is clear to us in ways your may not see in spite of your seniority. Perhaps you might assist us in doing so be leading us to the exit?" he asked kindly but sincerely.
|
|
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
|
Post by Myralthrine Host on Apr 29, 2019 20:34:54 GMT -8
When Vith spoke with conviction it elevated him to the position of his birthright. Myra felt as strongly about this that she was convinced to travel with him to High Haven and his speech carried with it such a belief and certainty that she wished she had accepted the comfort he’d offered but a moment ago. Her hand slipped around his squeezing his palm lightly as he asked for an exit.
Kacien was pleased with the onslaught of his words as well but his expression was blank but Elena looked as proud as a mother could in a sense as he spoke. “It is a common affliction of an absence from the courts,” she spoke of Kacien but it did not seem to apply only to him, “Or a family trait,” Annonai had been much more well spoken but never having met him she could not vouch for the way he spoke, “but you make fair points, your highness. Words can be empty and misleading, without true proof it is difficult to believe but you return to the palace. Records have been destroyed and altered but with true preserverance you can uncover much which has been hidden.”
Myra finally found her voice, “History is written by the victor.”
“Neither won that war,” Kacien commented dryly upon it.
Elena frowned at the mention of it, both had said but a few words and managed to return to the darkness that Vith said was not within their souls originally by lack of caring about how their words came across, “Reopening old wounds will not make the scars lessen, nor will it heal those which never began to close. Trust brought you here and it is what you will need in order to preservere In the times to come. Removing the jewel from the pedestal you broke a seal strengthened by its own magic. It rests within your hands now but be weary of using it alone. It was created by many and to be wielded without would destroy the user.”
Elena raised her right hand towards the entrance they had come through, twisting her palm the distance mattered not for within the opening she cast a portal of her own. A talent of her lineage their time around the jewel had changed both of them and having practiced the art for her time here it appeared almost simple. Within the opening was a pearlescent sheen as if there was a flat soap bubble existing within it.
“Your belongings will appear where you are deposited but where you go is up to you,” allowing them the freedom of choice their choice would have to be unanimous or else they would be separated.
|
|
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
|
Post by Vithkun Almear on Apr 30, 2019 1:36:15 GMT -8
"We will return to High Haven - much is on my mind but genealogy, but I'm sure we will eventually find the truth." he said and nodded to Elena, although he found it odd that Kacien was mentioning that neither won the war - that was quite evidently not true. Parting his lips slightly he wanted to ask her about it but he also knew that he would rather find out for himself through other channels than just what they said.
Apparently the jewel was not some personal artifact of power as he had thought to start with but rather something a whole group had wielded. This was good to know but also meant that giving it as a gift to his fiancee would not be the right way - and that most likely meant that Vithkun could not be king. Slightly saddened by the prospect he sighed and squeezed Myra's hand back.
"We'll be in for more trials when we get to High Haven I'm sure. Are you ready?" he asked sincerely as he looked at Elena and Kacien. "Thank you for now, you've been most helpful." he said and if Myra was ready he would accompany her towards the portal that Elana had so impressively created from thin air.
|
|
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
|
Post by Myralthrine Host on Apr 30, 2019 5:09:09 GMT -8
Myra could not quite respond in a manner that might please Vithkun for her willingness to travel to such a place was not allowed to come from her lips. Determination was there but the want was not so she simply nodded in order to confirm that it was time to leave this place. Wonderous or not, she was certainly not tempted to stay with the couple who spoke with such authority when they were blinded to the world outside of their home.
Elena would bow to her Prince as they readied and Kacien would do no such thing. The family traits it seemed were prevelant in the two Drows. Him and Myra were more alike than either might like to admit even in how they barely said what was necessary as he did now, “Be weary of what I have told you. Your belief matters not for some will remember and in such there is much danger. Your position is one of power and strength, with the jewel you could unite all that has been lost.’
Unwilling to admit deep down that perhaps he was right she managed only a nod. The same thing she gave to Vith as he asked her if she was ready to leave. It appeared they were not the only ones ready for the Stag accompanied them towards the portal. It’s time here at an end if it remained it would remain without the pair for the stone had unnaturally prolonged their lives and he did not wish to face eternity even in such a place alone. Besides he was truly interested in the outcome of the jewel in the hands of the two.
Myra stood before the portal but one thing still bothered her and she would turn slightly the jewel now cradled against her as she spoke, “What will happen to all those who came before us?”
“They will be freed,” Elena gave her some hope in this, “Every attempt made after the first they have been made aware of. They are not unfeeling or unseeing even if their eyes are lost to them. They will know of your journey here, of your success, and once they accept how it was accomplished they will be revived, one by one. However long it takes is of their own accord.”
Pleased by the answer Myra uttered a simple, “Thank you,” for goodbye had such a finality to it and as she looked to Kacien she almost wished to stay. Annonai had been irrevocably ignorant towards Vith, saying he would betray her, but Kacien was kind and had found a way to make what he wanted most work. Even if it had been to abandon everything. What secrets could he teach her about her power that she might never know? Vith beside her reassured her with his hand in hers that whatever was left she would uncover in time for he still had much to learn as well.
“Together,” as before and once again this journey was theirs to take and the portal now opened and a deep breath settled in her chest they would cross the threshold into a new chapter.
|
|