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 27, 2019 8:44:38 GMT -8
Vithkun had tried to wash away what had happened two days ago and now again he tried to laugh it off - convincing himself they were just friends. But again he knew it was only to a degree as they would soon be competing for the jewel - but his respect towards her he could not easily be discarded. "You have learned much about High Haven without setting a foot there - am I that much of an open book?" Vithkun asked with a smirk but quickly became sincere again. Myra's words were like a loop around his neck and he couldn't escape it for did he try to speak 'the art of deception' it would just tighten the loop. Instead he tightened his lips and listened to the rest.
It was with a lump in his throat that Vithkun spoke again. "So the elders... did not leave you with any choice then?" he asked carefully. "If you say I willingly left well... I believe you have not heard the full story." Vithkun said and grasped his hands behind his back. However before he could speak Myra started trembling and he wanted so to embrace her and comfort her, but these feelings would probably not be well received and instead he wondered why she was even here.
"Then why are you here? What have you been promised to make up for all of this? And why you specifically? The elders must have grand heroes at their disposal that could seek out such a thing." Vithkun argued and listened but couldn't help but wanting to disclose a little more about his own situation.
"Myra I am not exactly here because this adventure speaks to me." he said and took a deep breath. "My fiancee is currently... not exactly my betrothed. She is my brother's fiancee and it will stay that way since she will only marry the king to be." he said and paused with a strained smile. "Which happens to be my older brother." he sighed. "But finding that jewel could change that and great deeds towards the society of High Haven will tip the scales." Vithkun explained and started pacing around restlessly as if he had a heavy burden to bear.
"I'm not even sure why I should be king any longer. Is there any virtue to it? Can I lead High Haven better than him?" he asked and shrugged. "I must admit that I went to find the Crimson Ascend because it is tradition for the princes to do everything in their power to get the throne or they might even loose their status in other poeple's eyes if they don't." Vithkun said and finally sat down on the ground in legged position. "What a mess we've gotten into huh?" he said with almost a relieved smile motioning her to sit down with him too. "I'm kinda glad I'm not in this alone though." Vithkun spoke although his words left his tongue so quickly he didn't have a chance to revise them before they were spoken. But yes, he was happy Myra was here.
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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 27, 2019 9:06:36 GMT -8
The gods of all the worlds around them were about cursed to the point that they might bring down their wrath upon her even if she did not truly believe in them. The stars were her only guiding light now that rested far above both their heads and somehow within both their eyes. Dim now for neither had found the true guidance that they sought for they needed one another and both were too proud to admit the fact. Too tired and uncertain of the path that lay before them and arguing against one another to the point that it was ridiculous. Hiding like a scared child from the truth when all she could do was utter it and while he could avoid it all he wished in spoken word and in thought where as she was denying it in thought only.
When he smirked her right hand itched like the day they met, the instinct to smack him overwhelmingly strong for his facade was thrown up again and the frustration that existed in that persona was clear across her face, but he wavered. Enough to make her see him again, truly him, who he was beneath the gilded exterior. It was the man that kissed her before withdrawing as if disgusted within himself. The only words she had trouble comprehending was ‘not exactly my betrothed’ for it was the main reason that the carefully crafted wall had been erected so high. It crumbled at the center a crack making a large seam that ran straight down as he spoke further about him leading.
He paced and she remained still, as if frozen in place other than her chin moving slightly to follow him with eyes like starlight. When he took a seat he motioned to her but no reaction came right away, no true one at least for the tentative nature she rarely expressed was suddenly in the forefront.
Taking a seat beside him would have been the position of a friend, one who meant to comfort through words instead of actions. Her earlier words would be betrayed if she reached to far but like him she had no chance to revise the instincts that took hold. “Vith,” his name was uttered like a lifeline her lower lip with a slight quake to it as she took the opportunity to go to her knees before him. There was no bowing or gesture of submission, no sign that she was going to bolster him through reverence. No she reached straight forward and leaned in taking him within her arms. Tears dotted her eyelashes but did not yet fall as she held him for as long as he might let her for though she could not admit it she needed this comfort 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 28, 2019 6:45:37 GMT -8
Having Myra sit down beside him was the only thing he had planned on happening so as she promptly and with little warning - and frankly a hold he couldn't easily just wriggle out of - he was genuinely taken aback. Not even the mentioning of Vith's name could have earned him of what she did but it was clearly not planned by her either. He felt her closeness and comfort again and it was as if his shoulders and stifled breath was allowed to relax again as a faint smile crept up his cheeks and embraced Myra back. Not a strained and polite one, but just placing his hands on her back letting the warmth transmit to her.
This was exactly as enjoyable as it had been last time - had nothing really changed? Vithkun pondered but as he was about to speak something lit up the night sky. This wasn't a shooting star, but it moved like one only reddish in its hue and much closer than any shooting start.
Vith stopped his embrace and looked at the thing shooting through the sky its light pulsating and at the most powerful even had the ground take up a slight red color. It surely wouldn't be missed by Myra either as it continued above the city and after a good half a minute it disappeared behind the black cliffs in the distance as the mountain sides glowed dimly red before the shades pulled back over the place like a rug again.
"It... it surely must have been him! Volypdaktos has arrived..!" Vithkun heard one from the city cry out among a lot of speaking and mumbling while the mayor tried his best to keep the citizen focused on packing.
"If it is... we must leave now." Vithkun said and was relieved for having shared this moment with Myra although not all had been spoken that needed to be spoken. It would give him light and hope in his heart if he was to face such a dreadful opponent as it seemed he might.
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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 28, 2019 18:34:29 GMT -8
The embrace returned they made a rather odd pair settled there upon the ground, her on her knees leaned over to him and him halfway leaned forward. It was not a proper way for her to do so but as her head rested over his shoulder her arms encompassing them he took her in return and their warmth spread between one another. It encompassed them but for only a short moment spreading thoughts that were not quite impure but not realistic in her mind. Her eyes were not closed and she stiffened as she spotted the light drawing back immediately. Raising to her feet there was no awe but concern at the sight in the sky. Unnatural in color, following it in sight and by turning to keep pace with it as it disappeared she heard the cry in the city. Spreading panic would result in others being trampled in an attempt to escape and calming the people would be first on her mind.
“The mayor needs to get them under control first,” she expressed this with only a slight exasperation at the behavior of the townspeople. Dogs they were called and they would be reduced to that in her mind shortly if they kept up this behavior.
Seeking after the comet soon enough they needed to collect the robes that would disguise them. Drawing them over normal clothing with uncertainty on if they would meet others upon the road. Vith was light colored and was given the longer hood. With the towns people assuming she’d been demon like she left hers down for the moment before collection their belongings. Uma had been faithful even through the dark tunnels of the dwarves and even now she would have remained with Myra. Her last passage through this place she had not taken the steed through the darker lands. The horse was admirable in nature and courageous but it was a mistake to allow her into such territory and thus she entrusted her to a family without one, they could make use of her to help transport their children and promised to take care of her in the meantime.
Rejoining Vith with her pack across her shoulders and her black cloak slipped beneath the robes she looked no worse for wear than before but a solemn silence followed her until she confirmed their readiness. “I do believe that your steed would be much faster than my own.”
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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 29, 2019 7:10:18 GMT -8
It was true the towns people seemed to have been spooked by the development and Vithkun got up standing as he looked to the horizon. "Who wouldn't be spooked to have something like that happening right next to their home?" Vithkun asked rhetorically and strut over in the direction of the central plaza of the town where the mayor was trying to calm people.
Vithkun cleared his throat and laid a hand on the mayor's shoulder. "Let me handle this." Vithkun said casually and but his expression firm as he raised his right arm to gain the attention of the spooked mob. "Good citizens!" he exclaimed with a clear voice seemingly drawing attention quite quickly the murmuring dying down as they seemed to wonder what he was doing. Was this new command based on the recent developments?
"Behold!" Vithkun said and threw his arms out his cape and hair fluttering about as if a gale had silently caught hold of it and making it dance in the wind. "My Wondrous Aura!" Vithkun announced as suddenly white light and then a multitude of other prismatic colors radiated from his being. Indeed elves were magical creatures more in tune with the energies of the stars than the humans who were much more earth bound and this technique was designed to show their magnificence in all its brilliance.
The Wondrous Aura would likely awake a multitude of feelings and emotions in the human seeing it ranging from calmness, determination, willpower and love depending on the viewer, although all of them were decidedly positive feelings designed to wash away bleakness and negativity of the moment awakening people to what was important right now. Well it could be used for manipulative ways too but as a pure elf this was a narrow path to walk and one would see your own starlight fade quickly if used against the will of truth and pureness.
However still this was a technique that was unique to the pure elves and would not at all have the same effect on drows - quite the contrary for most parts. Drows would likely see it as the peak of pretentiousness from the pure elves and an act of arrogance towards the beautiful starlight to take it upon themselves to shine like that almost pretending to be a star in the process. Definitely a culturally sickening display for most drows but although Vithkun wasn't quite sure Myra would like this display he was unaware that it would have almost counter intuitive effects on Myra depending on how understanding she would be of Vithkun and his methods.
However there was no mistaking the effects and there was an almost audible sigh of relief as people seemed to have regained their strength, will and vigor from the display. "Go and do what you must and leave this to us!" Vithkun said as his aura shrank and the cape and hair settled down again as he turned to Myra.
"Yes I'll better dress up and we'll be off." he said and went to dress in the cloak that fitted him best returning afterwards with a smirk. "Uma have been a good horse but you're right we should continue on Wind Strider he said and gestured to Myra to stand behind him. If she did Vithkun would snap his fingers twice and as the wind started to lift them both up and Myra would feel the slight breeze that would encompass them there. Vihtkun would quickly wave the mayor over.
"Make sure these people get as far down south as possible and don't worry about us." he said as the mayor nodded and got back to his words. "I guess we're off then, Myra." Vith said and turned towards her with a soft smile if only for a brief moment before he focused on the road in front of him as suddenly Wind Stalker flew ahead as no horse outside the divine ones could hope to do making a startling progress.
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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 29, 2019 7:24:53 GMT -8
While Myra had been working on handing off Uma it appeared that Vithkun had other plans on how to help the townspeople. Grand sort of plans that he needed no approval for because he did not seek it. He simply did. When he paced off with a demanding presence she had almost been proud of him, before remembering how he’d been when they’d first met. He could be quite insistent on some things but gathering attention was perhaps the one thing he really did not need assistance with. Nor did she inquire as to if he did rather meekly backing away from the fanfare. She wasn’t meant for the light like he was.
Speaking of lights she felt it long before she knew what was happening as his ‘wonderous aura’ spread throughout. In elvish it would have translated to something to do with the stars but in common it was perhaps the best he could do on short notice. Standing towards the back it mattered not her distance because she felt the damned light pulse through her. It did not feel her with reassurance, though she knew that it might should she have opened her heart to it, and it hurt her eyes to stare upwards at the brightness that was him in and by itself.
He was a Prince, after all, of the purest elves and in that instant she saw the main difference between them. He was destined for the light while she... she was destined towards the shadows. Making herself open her eyes to the blinding insistence of it his pretentious self while it physically hurt mentally it was destructive. Not because of the wave of termperance he cast but because of her knowing that whatever fate her heart longed for, one she had yet to admit even to herself, it would never be. Their people had split because of the differences afforded to them by fate even if there was so much they had in common.
Breaking away once he was finished in order to reflect when he did join her donning darker robes than perhaps he had ever worn in his life she did not speak immediately. Her jaw clenched she did as asked but when the horse rose there was no remaining slightly behind him for with no saddle to clearly separate she went forward her hips aligning with his. Wind Strider would be impossible to remain upon without a grip so she settled her hands around him, this time not so carefully as the last allowing them to rest comfortably.
“We should hurry,” was all she said in response to him saying they should leave, and with haste in her eyes.
Once they were free of onlookers she would say to him her forehead resting on the edge of his neck to keep the wind from her eyes, “I can see why they call you pure now.”
It was with a sadness the words left her lips. For instead of bolstering her all his magic did was dissuade her from seeing herself as worthy of much.
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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 Feb 1, 2019 5:09:39 GMT -8
The two elves raced ahead but still the features of the tempest made it so that only little wind turbulence would hit them and as such Vith heard what Myra said loudly and clearly - and it hit him like a punch in the chest. He knew that she might not fancy what he had done too much but the way she rested on her shoulder and the tone of voice told him that she had been struggling just staying within the presence of his aura. Could it be that it had affected her very differently? That the elves and drows were in some ways opposites to each other?
It filled Vithkun's heart with sorrow knowing that the darkness the drow possesses could hurt the pure elves just as much as the light the pure elves possessed could be painful to the drow kin. What a joke, what a mighty spiteful joke that had been played upon their races if someone so alike were still inherently harmful to each other when expressing their true selves and for a short while he doubted the benevolence of the stars themselves.
Vithkun let the statement hang for a bit before bringing Windstrider to a sudden stop as he turned his head back towards Myra as he spoke. "It is not our differences that shall keep us apart but our consuming by them. Drow might dictate darkness and pure elves radiate the light, but darkness is comfort and protection too and light also guides and does not only hurt your eyes." Vithkun said determined, but his words spoken on a whim - a feeling that right now was a time where they should keep together more than ever before.
He let Windstrider race towards the mountains again making quick progress and many miles were covered before they arrived at what looked like a control post - a single spear wielding green skinned demon in a brown coat. The urge was to relief the thing of its head but Vithkun relaxed himself and spoke. "We left as soon as we saw the calling." Vithkun said and looked straight at the demon who returned a skeptical gaze.
"Indeed..." he said and rubbed his chin inspecting the two. "And who is the lady?" the demon spoke with his grim voice.
"One of Lord Volypdaktos' Chosen Ones. She carries his boon - a tormented dagger." Vithkun said and blurted out the best lie he could and used the knowledge he had learned about demons - they always had special elite warriors that were respected beyond others. "So we need to go see him as he expects us. You decide if we are late and must explain why..." Vithkun said with a cold stare as the demon cowered slightly and looked at Myra.
"Is he right..? Are you the one carrying the dagger?" he asked Myra, Vithkun relieved that he seemed to have taken the bait and that the dagger was indeed not something ordinary.
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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 Feb 1, 2019 14:09:56 GMT -8
The halt in progress caused her to look to him in confusion until he spoke his words clarifying his own thoughts and though they were spoken in aloofness she took him at face value. Maybe it was because she wished to or because she felt she had no choice but it did not assuage her feelings. Her power caused destruction. It tore away life from the seams by covering every inch of the body on the outside and then seeping into the pores and nostrils and mouth until the lungs. It settled there. Taking over the very sacs in which air was drawn in and out of and oxygen was easily available. It would take more than a few simple words to convince her that she was not lesser than him now for in her eyes he was a bringer of compassion and light and righteousness and she had been banished because of the shadows that lived within her very soul.
Nodding once the action was forced but necessary as they continued their trek coming upon a small green demon. Hobgoblin like in appearance it radiated a different power. As did Myra. Sensing their passage would be difficult without such she had drawn the dagger from its protection. She left it sheathed within its own shell but his protection would need to be dropped in order to be convincing. Glancing about Vithkun with a rather stern voice, one she usually reserved for admonishing insults upon her companion, she would tell the creature, "I do but I do not enjoy your questions or your jeering."
The dagger laid across her outer thigh lightly held by her as if it were nothing, "A tormented thing," she added as if for effect sighing heavily, "I truly do not need it."
I do not want it either, she thought, but for the sake of pretending it was the best she could do.
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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 Feb 3, 2019 7:54:48 GMT -8
The small creature didn't exactly expect such a harsh tone, but it was one that the superior demons often laid upon the lower ranked ones. The demon took half a step back although it wondered why she would say she didn't need it - that was highly odd. "W-what did you say? A gift from Lord Volypdaktos not appreciated?!?" he said taken aback although Vithkun quickly turned to the green thing his sword raised towards its throat.
"A word spoken against one of his chosen ones..?" Vithkun echoed the hobgoblin raising a single brow. "Do not think yourself higher than your shoulders..." Vithkun added and had the edge of his sword slightly pressing towards the demon's throat.
"G-go then. Just go..!" he said with a trembling voice as Vithkun sheathed his sword immediately.
"Of course. She does not want to waste anymore time on someone like you..." Vithkun said and rode on, this tone of voice coming quite naturally from the pure elves towards creatures, and even humanoids, they considered below them. However the time he had spent with Myra had forced him to accept it was not always the right voice to use, but right now it had worked splendidly.
"So what is our plan? If we are to sneak into the inner chamber, do we just cross through their main gate or... take a slightly more perilous route?" Vithkun asked as they traveled along the road that seemed to lead towards the castle after ascending up a hill to the plateau of the cliff where the castle stood. The castle was build black and bitterly on a tall cliff which fall was almost vertical down into the rocky marshland - and these where the only two obvious ways to get there if you had no wings.
"Are we better off trying to scale the cliff and get into the castle or trick our way inside with cunning?" Vith said and started wondering. "I feel as if even though we might have tricked that fellow there may be those inside that aren't so easily swayed by harsh words." he mentioned and scratched his head. "I have scaled such a cliff before and my ability allows me to change the rocky wall into clay as to better being able to climb it - unless you have other ideas? We can't know if there is a backdoor into the cliff going up into the castle either before we've checked it out." Vithkun mentioned.
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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 Feb 3, 2019 10:07:08 GMT -8
Caring not to gaze at the creature any longer than necessary she'd raised up slightly in her seat, if only by straightening her posture and ignoring the little creature. It would do well with Vithkun threatening him not so kindly in her stead. Once they were clear of him she would say softly, "I am sorry you had to think on your feet. I was hoping he might take it as I did not need such a trinket but perhaps it was the wrong play."
Perhaps or for sure was she wasn't going to bring it up again for it had been spur of the moment as had his rather well spoken reply. He was rambling on what he believed to be the best option. It was unwise to believe they could trick everyone within the castle for she could not speak an untruth and while he was quite skilled in manipulating his tongue in ways that were unbelievably deceptive it was unlikely that he could continue in such a manner once his true aura was revealed.
"I could pass, perhaps but I do not believe that you would for long unless I shielded you and to do so would mean..." Trailing off she had considered the atrocity if only for a moment. Horrid as it were his safety mattered to her more than her conscience and in that second she decided something he would not appreciate, "You cannot go in."
No path was safe for him. Allowing him to enter was asking of him to sacrifice everything for the effect of their dark powers upon his light may have weakened him just as his blinding effect had done to her. Physically she had been quite alright but mentally it was a burden she now carried. The Prince would in his time face many demons, many shadows that seemed all consuming, but with her now he need not face such. Her entering alone if anyone questioned her right she could draw their power from them. Yank the rug from beneath their cries by making them to weak to cry any longer and by doing so prove her righteousness. A dangerous game to manipulate power for power and a roll of the dice as to whether it would drag her under. Her promise to the townspeople weighed heavily on her conscience but perhaps not on his just yet.
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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 Feb 8, 2019 14:29:54 GMT -8
Vithkun smiled rather softly back at Myra. "Don't worry about it, we need to back up each other now more than ever or it won't succeed." Vithkun reassured her deliberately without commenting on her tactic. She might be quite demonic looking but her heart was often soft to the point that her threats weren't too convincing.
Vithkun immediately stopped Wind Strider and turned to face Myra. "I absolutely cannot have you going in there by yourself." Vithkun stated with determination in his words but sighed and released the tension in his fists. He knew he couldn't keep her from doing it if she really wanted and shouldn't think so little about her to try it. "What... did you have in mind then?" he said trying to turn a frown into a smile.
But even if they did agree on this, Vithkun would probably have a hard time not trying to gain entry through other means and paths.
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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 Feb 8, 2019 15:30:54 GMT -8
"You are a bright soul, dampening it would be harmful if we did so to where you could go undetected. Drow are an unusual sight here, if I go alone I believe I can convince them of my sincerity. The man in the village attempted to gain my favor to start as well. Besides if anyone questions me I can show them what might be seen as superiority in their eyes."
Meaning her own talents would be on full blasts, a sight she did not want Vithkun to see but had to express in order to convince him. Settled on the back of the horse it was not an uncomfortable position. His turning was allowed by the horse and though he strained she did not and it allowed her to hide her hands so he could not see them clenched behind her as well.
"By taking the dagger I do not believe there will be many questions, especially if I wield it openly."
His entry, if at all, would be more complicated and realistically she wished to prevent it to start.
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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 Feb 10, 2019 5:08:13 GMT -8
Vithkun rubbed his chin and gave it a thought for a while. It was true that as a pure elf he might be able to be convincing with the lone demon but in the midst of many he might fall short and feel as if his light is dragged from his body the more he has to convince the demons that he was one of them.
"Myra, surely your soul is also in danger of having its light replaced by darkness - just as mine. Don't forget that it is only in skin that you resemble these rabid beasts of the underworld." Vithkun argued although he was soon leaning towards letting her have her way. Either she had a plan or the stubbornness would likely be too much to penetrate either way.
"I wouldn't rely too much on the dagger - some inside the fortress might know whom the dagger have originally been handed to and tie the loose ends together." Vithkun warned Myra and sighed. "But I reckon you may both be a more convincing actor and better infiltrator than me, so although I'm reluctant I will have to let you have it your way won't I?" Vith said with a wry smile. "I will assist in other ways then."
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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 Feb 10, 2019 7:36:16 GMT -8
His argument did not fall on deaf ears for in that moment the decisions that would come later were eased. The stone might fall in his hands after all because of the changes that he had enacted in his beliefs and the fact he showed the ability to change. A talent most elves did not possess. Neither did Drows. In the presence of each other both had shown the capability and it was only through true understanding and balance it could be achieved. Traits that neither possessed before were brought to light shining like stars as two encircled one another. Gravity might eventually crash them together but for now both resisted, heavily, and were straining against all odds.
Mouth parting her lips were just barely apart shallow breaths reaching her chest. All she wished for was the gentleness of a touch, a reassurance that he wasn't about to offer. Never before had she craved comfort and this was for a reasoning she could not fathom for his words had been bolstering. Hands dropped down from his chest to her legs as they were paused she could only lower her eyes, "Probably."
The single word was not as expressive as her face in that second, "I need to think," she expressed sliding down off of the tempest so she could pace off slightly the dagger still within her hand. Freeing the spirit was necessary but to do so before destroying the order itself was folly. It screamed at her from her hand, overwhelmingly loud in her mind. Letting it fall to the ground and covering her face with her hands she raised them fingers trailing through her hair pulling it loose in the process.
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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 Feb 10, 2019 15:13:03 GMT -8
There was not much reassurance Vithkun could give right now as he wasn't very sure about this going their way at all. After all some - supposedly ancient - demon deity resided in there and it had fallen upon two quite different elves to stop him. What were the odds of that? Vithkun needed to keep those thoughts in check and he did that best by not initiating emotional communication at present.
Vithkun frowned surprised about Myra's reaction. True it was good to think one's plan through before enacting it but it seemed like her thoughts were quite different from those. As Vithkun saw what Myra did he quickly dismounted Wind Strider and paced over to Myra picking the dagger up again. He felt the anguish quite clearly and it seemed to be gaining strength as they neared the fortress of Lord Volypdaktos.
"So one barrier is not even enough..." Vithkun said and scratched his head concerned. He could make one more, but as they neared the source of power again it would likely not be enough either. He gazed at Myra who seemed in pain and in the spur of the moment he grabbed both her hands and held them before him.
"You are of elven blood and that will protect you..!" Vithkun said assertively and bit his lip worrying slightly. This was a powerful thing to do and given her descent it could be risky, but Vithkun decided that Myra as an elf damn well had to have the same starlight in her, and he took now only her right hand in his own placing his index finger upon it. This was something that could only be given from one elf to another and only to that one elf ever - but there was no hesitation in Vithkun.
"I will now inscribe the attributes of the starlight above directly into your palm - a ritual normally only for pure elves, but I deem you as pure or more pure than most of my kin!" he said as his finger started moving in pleasant shapes and bright silvery elven letters came to show for a brief moment before vanishing from sight. 'Protection' it was perhaps the most sacred and powerful word in elvish and with this inscribed in her hand her ability to handle the dagger would be leagues better and last until the stars were once again eclipsing the same place next evening.
"The starlight grants you power directly through your blood now. You feel it right? The rush of feeling at one with the powers of life and creation - however it will wane a bit in a moment." he said and looked into her eyes as a grin widened. "The stars do shine brightly through you, they have accepted your light as their own." Vithkun said feeling gratitude that it did and gently closed her hand into a fist. "The light will protect you but depending on the elf it will manifest itself as unique powers needed when one most needs it. Believe me, Myra, there is nothing impure about you!" Vithkun said amazed at how easily and gently the starlight was absorbed into her body. "But don't worry, those fell beasts couldn't see such pure light if they stared for hours!" Vithkun laughed.
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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 Feb 10, 2019 15:49:35 GMT -8
Myra was not aware that the gift that she was about to receive was one of the most imaginative and kindest one she might ever see in her lifetime. One given only to one other the lifetime that he might spend wishing that he had saved this one blessing was lost to her. His words, however, were felt throughout her soul. Her lower lip trembled when he took her hands within his own gently and agreeably holding them and she almost drew back but his worry kept her still if only for a moment longer. Looking up to him with eyes of brightest blue and meeting his own he kept her in place.
More pure, the idea was laughable but her traits had been admirable. She had been proud, selfish, prone to anger, and quick to judgement but she had also been kind, compassionate, selfless, methodical, and shown restraint in situations that even most elders might have never been capable of. She was a woman first and foremost who allowed her emotions to sway her decisions while attempting to bring logic into the equation as well. It was with the sensation of uncertainty and the want to be seen as worthy that she stood there. It was with the understanding that she found his opinion now valuable. That she found herself wanting for the gentle look that he gave her when he believed she wasn't looking. It was with that she accepted his words.
The inscription was like a feather at first the gentle motion of his hand upon her skin drawing at it as he wrote the word there. It sunk through with pure light. What had been so light at first was now heavy, it came upon her like a tidal wave sweeping over every cell in her body drawing her upward with its ease and blessing her with more calm and steadiness than the surface of a lake on a cool clear day. One sharp breath broke after his initial inscription.
He spoke of the stars, and their beauty shone on her. It made her hair appear like silk, her eyes brighten and shimmer as if they were alight with them, and she flushed beautifully her skin almost glowing. For a moment she was more beautiful than any pure elf could ever wish to be and than any Drow had ever known. For she was filled with that which was most sacred to them and it had been done by a Star that matched her own. No power could be greater than a true bonding and gift given of selflessness that had been granted to the one true equal in this life. Station or no station neither would ever find another where their gifts would never be harmful ever again.
"Just as I could not see you before, but I can now," he spoke with such bravado and she with such a tempered manner. He curled her fist and she uncurled it. No hesitation came to her this time as there had not been before. Reaching around him she slipped between his arms. Her comfort earlier had been for him but now this was for her, "I had thought I might regret my choice of company for this journey and now I know I could find none finer. I will preserver because of you so I might return and see everything we set out to accomplish together completed."
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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 Feb 12, 2019 13:34:14 GMT -8
Vithkun looked taken aback by her words about how she couldn't see him before but could now but replaced the look of surprise with a gentle smile. He was quite satisfied with how well she took the gift although it seemed like there was no truly convincing her about being as pure as the pure elves, although Vithkun was quite sure that something like that would be acknowledged later. Well, perhaps if she ever met his kin in person she did not even want to strive for such purity. And to be honest her 'impurity' was becoming a daily delight to Vithkun as he started to enjoy the way she spoke her mind so directly and never assumed an outward appearance that wasn't genuine. He was even starting to understand what she meant by him wearing 'a mask'.
As Vithkun was about to suggest that they leave Myra reached towards him and put her arms around him as they stood every bit as close as they had at the dwarves. After a short pause of surprise Vithkun grinned and returned the gesture gently but sincerely putting his own arms around Myra and locking her in tightly. The feeling of warmth and comfort revisited Vithkun although he was surprised that none of the earlier feelings had changed much and it was as if he could stand here for an eternity with Myra. However they didn't have such luxury right now.
Myra spoke words of deep kindness and comfort and relaxing the tension in his body he spoke back. "I'm not always easy, I know this." Vithkun said and gently released the hug drawing back if Myra let him. "I will carry those words with me, for they mean a lot. And I had not foreseen that the words of 'a mere drow' would carry weight that none other could." Vithkun joked and chuckled. "The future holds many unknowns, for now let's focus on getting this task right. I would much regret it if anything happened to you." Vithkun said, his words genuine although he tried also to avoid the subject of the jewel that still stood as a parting wall that they inevitably had to face. Together. But not necessarily both climbing 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 Feb 12, 2019 14:11:34 GMT -8
He enveloped her with warmth and kindness and for once she was not concerned that his words might be false. She believed them in that instant knowing he was for once not wearing the mask he never realized he had before his traveling with her. Now they both knew of the differences between them and how small they were in number and how little they counted. When she knocked him off his stool with a solid right hook this day looked so far away that either could bring down barriers that had existed for hundreds of years but somehow on the edge of facing demons and heretics they had found friendship. More lingered beneath the surface that neither would draw from it but the more they were around each other, the few slight contacts were warm and true but fleeting.
“Not always easy might be an understatement,” she was joking and it was an easy thing to say because of the way she said it. The humor in her voice was rare because it was difficult to be funny when you could not be flippant in a way that wasn’t necessicarly true, “But worth it none the less.”
Taking the dagger she would keep it upon her only if absolutely necessary. Its power had waned due to his protection and she felt the flood gates held back. Relieved she took a deep breath and tucked it back within the leather. Having collected the sheath earlier they had double wrapped it for safety but now she placed it on her belt without the added distraction.
“I should go on foot from here, perhaps you will be able to find a way around by the time I reach it.”
The description was too vague and without seeing it in person neither would truly be able to judge entry from another point. It would take another half day of travel to reach it meaning she would stop overnight before getting there in the morning but stopping would be dangerous with Vithkun in tow. He could skirt their watchful eye where as she wanted to be seen approaching.
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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 Feb 17, 2019 8:17:05 GMT -8
Vithkun gave a content smile as she uttered the words 'worth it', it was nevertheless hard to believe. Not because she had given him a tough time whenever he stepped out of line but because it was inherently new for Vithkun to have his attitude not met with a similar one from the opposing party.
"Yes on foot might be best, then I'll scout around the area." Vithkun said and gave har a soft smile although it quickly waned and turned into a determined one. "Good luck!" Vithkun said and fastened his hands on her shoulders grinning tightening them in a supportive way before turning around and leaving the area on wind strider.
The path for Myra to the castle was rather clear and not too hard to traverse with a plain terrain that had been traveled before. Cloaked and disfigured beings and creatures traveled this road too, but minding their own businesses they did not engage in conversation nor seem suspicious to Myra. The terrain was plain but rocky and the few trees that were still alive stood far from each other and howling winds swept the open land. It was neither hospitable nor welcoming, but had likely been like this from far before Volypdaktos came to power.
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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 Feb 18, 2019 19:31:24 GMT -8
"You as well."
Separating she took only her belongings, her pack lightened of tack that remained with her horse, and her dark cloak that had been drawn around her shoulders. It was not the warmest but the appearance might add to her appearance and no demon experienced a chill which might drive them to warm clothing. Therefore slight suffering in order to put on a part that was necessary would provide her with one bit of protection. Keeping a steady pace through the terrain as it rose and fell the pathway not always quite obvious but she was able to follow.
Ignoring those she passed an air of superiority learned from Vithkun. His earlier behavior was now her model on pretending to be well above her station. A raised nose and eyes that barely batted an eyelash unless it was to casually make someone move with a glance she would arrive with no pomp or circumstance that required recognition but she would make sure that questions would not be asked.
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