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 21, 2019 13:54:36 GMT -8
The keep of Lord Volypdaktos stood high, mighty and blighted by evil. A wide drawbridge connected the land with the courtyard behind the forty feet tall stone walls that stood above the twenty feet wide moat that had only jagged cliffs to offer the poor demon or cultist that slipped down into it. The stones on the wall were humid although the air was cool and dry - almost as if the very foundation of the castle cried remembering what noble people had once lived here in contrast to the corruption that presently took place. Demons and cultists went in and out of the courtyard and only a few spoke to each other - and did so in a short and concise way, often in commanding voices.
On each side of the entrance to the courtyard there stood gargoyles carved in stone their long and gnarly tongues a grim reminder of the nature of the inhabitants and Myra would see that one guy clad and sword, chain mail armor and a grey cloak had stopped half way over the draw bridge seemingly staring right at the gargoyle to the right as it was actively blocking his way. The demons and cultist presently on the bridge started taking notice of the odd behavior as the rest of the fiends here were always in a busy mood and almost never stopped their endeavor unprovoked.
Meanwhile Vithkun had rode down beneath the huge cliff where the back of the keep was built despite the razor sharp rocks that would have mauled most travelers and horses after only a few hundred meters. However Wind Strider was from a different cut than normal horses and would trot these places quite easily. Vithkun stared up at the keep eyeing the ghastly looking statues all the way up there. It was at least two hundred feet of palm slicing vertical climbing on those rocks before reaching a small ledge and then... the slick vertical wall of the keep for another forty feet. Vithkun considered himself crafty when needed but he was no monkey and rubbed his chin trying to figure out how to go about it. Scrying showed him no secret doors in the cliffs around the place and he considered what he had to do to reach that place. It might not be very comfortable...
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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 21, 2019 14:13:50 GMT -8
Soaring in height and in expanse the structure once belonged to a wealthy noble. No expenses spared on the design before it had been corrupted the surrounding walls were certainly done on the backs of once slaves. The labor poured into a work of love was not a work of hate that was a seedy as the local pub and certainly seemed cleansed a lot less for at least there someone wiped out the glasses. Approaching it from the front it had been their plan all along to come this way. To bluff their way in. The nature of demons to not speak unless spoken to or necessary would be helpful in gaining entry. From afar she spotted many problems in other approaches but had little time to give them thought for her own problems were about to be faced head on.
The drawbridge was wide enough to allow safe passage without pause for the onlooker but conclusions were drawn quickly as to his reason for pause. Everyone found it unusual and he was not wearing the same robes as she. Were the gargoyles magicked to make the entry impossible for non-believers? Stretching out her power to draw on those around her so blatantly would alert many to the presence of the star within it. They were more attuned to realize when one touched their mind. Singling out the gargoyles would require a power of concentration unavailable to her at the moment and therefore not an option to start.
One deep breath and she clung to the dagger on her side with all her might. Protection flowed through her, a light shared that glowed from within but only to a certain few who might discern it. The dagger resisted her touch now, hated it, but she needed its influence to pass and therefore she kept it in her thoughts first and foremost. Never pausing along her path she came to the bridge and moved across it ready to face the question of magic and watching all the while for changes in the only one who seemed to not yet be quite ready to enter.
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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 26, 2019 7:30:09 GMT -8
As Myra clenched the dagger she would notice that there was nothing blocking her entrance - neither physically or mentally. The demons had probably thought it pure folly to walk directly into their keep something that wasn't quite far off. The guy in the chain mail armor started walking again as suspicious demons approached him but he waved them away dismissively and continued into the courtyard.
The courtyard was a busy place where some demons seemed to be discussing the ongoing events. Their voices were hoarse and jagged in nature, very far from any elven og even human tongue. "Akrak jarhz tes nof blokkok!" one demon commanded another demon pulling a small trolley with crates that contained large vials of a kind of liquid. 'Be careful with the fire liquid!' Myra would understand as clinging to the dagger would grant her an odd kind of understanding of their rugged language. The demon pointed to a side entrance into the keep and the other one nodded and dragged the small cart over there.
"Kazzam bek dom blokkok banar..." the demon said to himself it meaning 'I won't ignite it by chance you fool...' and stopped carefully carrying one crate after the other into the keep and using about a minute before coming out back for the next. The main entrance to the keep was however manned with demons and full plate armor and spears - apparently asking anyone they didn't recognize of what their business was inside the keep.
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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 26, 2019 8:00:47 GMT -8
The struggle to pass the barrier might have effected the knight for his appeareance. Taking the same route was going to be challenging but his gaze had risen to the gargoyles. So must hers, following suit there must be some sort of trick, some understanding that had to be passed by those they either found suspicious or that had not been here before. Listening to those beyond the gate she quickly averted her gaze. Following his pointing her luck might just hold out and her pause had been minimal so she diverted hoping that it would only be seen as a momentary errant thought.
Heading changed her pace did not, leisurely and unhurried there was no reason to cause alarm. A sense of security in her confidence should she lose the very insistence that this was the right path she’d falter in that which needed to be accomplished. This haven of the damned needed to be dispelled but it required entrance first. She could in theory destroy them through her own magic, by taking their will and suffocating most through the power of the greatest of them.
It could destroy her.
Previously taking from the kindness of the forest, from small animals, from those who gave willingly as she asked for she spoke to them in the sweetest tongue she knew but these would not be willing subjects. They would claw and crave and seek out her mind as she insisted on destroying them. Mentally she might be a pile of mush but it would save those people. It would save the world from further deprivation.
If she was allowed entrance through the side door she did so. Anyone who attempted to catch a glance was met with a slight condescending look but not directed to them specifically as she kept her head raised. She had to find the Lord himself and she had no doubt it would the the gaudiest building within the keep, and the main home.
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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 26, 2019 9:11:53 GMT -8
Few other people or demons stood around the entrance to the keep and as such Myra was able to slip in - and down. The side entrance would take her down completely dark stairs into the basement and using light footsteps she would not be exposed easily. In the basement the demon was unloading the crates onto a few others and it seemed like this place was being used for storage of large amounts of these vials with 'fire liquid'.
"Urak Iee Yakh Dok Banaam Yarch Boon!" the demon cursed trying to get the crate to fit on top of another. 'Damn it that they are so flammable we can't have torches down here!' the demon said and finally managed to push it into place tip toeing a few meters in front of Myra. At the end of the room it seemed like an iron gate was barring the way to another set of stairs going upwards again.
At the same time Vithkun had given up on finding an easy way in - apparently they weren't as stupid as to put obvious secret doors down here for anyone to enter. Instead Vithkun looked up and knew he had to take a risk here and the torrents of air hitting the cliffs and keep wall wouldn't make this much easier. He pointed a finger at his own chest and with an aura of deep concentration he spelled out the word. "Wind" as he felt his body become lighter. The wind would move as the wind wanted to, but it would take all his concentration just getting up there without his body being blown off course - mentally adjusting to a quite different form of movement was hard but soon he felt his feet losing contact with the rocky ground starting his slow ascend.
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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 26, 2019 9:23:25 GMT -8
Ducking behind one of the crates when she heard them entering it was unswise to remain in sight down here. What other reason could she have to be down here other than sneaking in. No one would want to be around the vials without good reason. Hearing them speak she began hatching a plan. This was what she knew to be Greek fire but the term was not one used in this world, it was dragon fire here. A fire that would burn even stone scorching every but of the world that it could. When they retreated upstairs to bring down more shipments she began looking to see if there were other pathways beneath the palace itself. Generally they would have servant corridors where they could be unseen and reach almost all places within the home. Hoping that the original Lord had insisted on such an expense if it were she had the beginnings of a plan. Perhaps it would not be necessary to alert the lord to her presence to start. If she could spread this throughout, just enough where each one would light the next she could destroy everything almost instantaneously.
On her way out she might toss one though the entrance and wait for stragglers but that’s if she even had the opportunity to put her plan into place. Seeking retribution was high on her list for those who had been oppressed but she had the wisdom to know that a full on confrontation would be dangerous. This would be equally so but it would solve the greater problem and no matter how she wished to face the Lord himself she could not reasonably choose that path.
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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 26, 2019 10:29:44 GMT -8
It was difficult to have anything but an assumption of exactly how flammable these vials were since there were no labels of origin revealing anything further, but the care the demons took was definitely a hint to what kind of mayhem these vials might produce. Assuming they were a part of the offensive towards the southern lands from Lord Volypdaktos and not just lamp oil was a pretty sensible thought - if not foregone conclusion - too. The demon having finished his cursing did not immediately notice Myra his eyesight in the dark only slightly better than that of a normal human being and not comparable to that of the drow.
Aside from small vents in an arms breadth leading upwards there were no other connecting alleys to the rest of the keep aside from the one being barred by the steel door - which was of course locked but looked as if it had seen better days. However there was also a serving chute that seemed to not have been put to use in a great many years but would surely lead up and into some kind of kitchen facility whether in use still or not. Myra might fit inside this if agile enough although one would expect a fair deal of dirt hiding in there and perhaps even rats and spiders.
At the feet of the cliff Vithkun continued his deep concentration hovering further and further upwards the winds trying to catch him and destabilize his upwards trajectory although at this point only a third of the way up he was able to manage. Now it just had to last and even sudden loud noises might break his concentration and he just begged that he would not be exposed and demons started unleashing arrows - or worse - towards him in his current state.
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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 26, 2019 10:39:03 GMT -8
Weighing options the vent shaft was less likely to get her noticed but her plan to bring up the vials was impossible through that method. Piling them beneath the shaft she could drop something into it depending on where it led. That also had to determine how she escaped and how she blocked the entrance as well. It seemed simplicity was not in the cards for her and the hand she had been dealt was going to be much more difficult to align with a true win. Waiting on the demon to turn his back or leave she could only hope that he would do so soon. Keeping herself as quiet as possible she lifted the grate on the wall placing it to the floor.
Unafraid of rats and spiders she could scare off one and squash the other. Taking the chute she used one foot on a crate to push herself upward and then used her legs and arms to secure her position to crawl upward. A difficult path and one that might have been noisy had she not been crawling at the pace of a turtle.
Shooing away anything that came her way with a quick swipe of her hand she whispered at one spider, “Other way,” in elvish. Whether it cared or not it scuttled off after she blowed at it.
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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 26, 2019 10:55:43 GMT -8
The few spiders inside the chute were surprisingly friendly towards her sensing that she was no threat. Being usually aligned with the darker powers of the world truth was that spiders were often neutral stragglers and when used for evil they were commanded by the demons and evil doers to do their bidding and because of their low willpower could often not resist. It was of this reason the spider and its kin had sought refuge in this chute to avoid being commanded or used as play things by the demons. It quickly moved away hearing the elven words spoken by the drow - with whom spiders had normally no qualms with - and let Myra climb further up and even letting her break its web with no fighting back. Somehow it knew that she was here to make things difficult for the demons.
If Myra were to lift the lid from the exit she would enter into an old abandoned kitchen section with old wooden chairs thrown about and a few rats cowering a in the corners. As demons didn't cook this had been deemed useless and apparently they hadn't found better use for it. The kitchen had two doors - one unassuming small one in the end and another one that seemed to be the main door leading into the keep that stood quite close to Myra. Scuffling behind Myra the eight legged palm sized ally sensed that the drow sought the 'great disturbance' as the spiders had came to know Lord Volypdaktos and sped over the floor placing itself on the small door in the end of the room.
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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 26, 2019 14:24:38 GMT -8
The odd little spiders moving out of her way made her smile. Of all the darkness in this area, in all the oppression in this area, there was some light and it came from the smallest of creatures. It was quite amusing to watch it scramble about but she knew his understanding was greater than most thought. Every woodland creature, the ones in the oceans, and even those in the shadows were more intuitive than humans might ever believe. Elves knew this but they ignored those who were not particularly beautiful. Drow understood it but did not learn from it. Myra was simply the on in between that treated everything with respect no matter how small and she knew it was the reason that it was coming up behind her.
Lowering the grate to the ground she did so gently to lessen the noise of the impact. Bringing her cloak about she began to wipe the dirt from it flinging it once before she caught the scurrying of her eight legged friend. Brows raising at it going directly to the door she whispered in elven, “Are you showing me the way little one?”
Redonning the cloak she adjusted the clasp before going to the small door. Reaching out her hand to the spider she used her left to gently collect it, if it were amiable, and then the right to open it. “Then guide me,” she asked of it.
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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 27, 2019 13:24:33 GMT -8
The spider quickly crawled into Myra's hand but jumped out of it again as she opened the door that lead out to a narrow hallway seemingly connecting a food chamber with the rest of the keep. The spider crawled along the floor knowing that the elf desired to meet the Great Disturbance - or at least it assumed as much. The hallway in this section of the keep was seemingly deserted and thus the spider and Myra were able to move quite far into the heart of the keep but passing a few doors the spider let Myra to what appeared to be a dead end - an old armory that contained only rusty swords and dust now. The spider then circled around a spot on the old carpet and if checking beneath the carpet Myra would find a stone trap door that could be lifted and removed by using the ring fastened to it and an iron rod, spear or perhaps even a sword.
Vithkun continued his deep concentration and in this he was forced to dig even deeper than he had before as halfway up the gusts of wind threatened to throw his now airy body into the wall potentially shattering him if the spell came to an end. This was the danger of using inscription on one's own body but nevertheless he persisted knowing that he could not do anything but that as Myra probably faced many perils right now.
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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 27, 2019 13:48:04 GMT -8
Wherever the little fiend was leading her it was rather insistent, it hopped down quickly and laid out a trail through the back corridors. So her assumption had been correct that there were servant hallways but they were not beneath the halls but alongside of them. She was sure if she strained she might be able to hear the words spoken beyond these very walls but it was reassuring that they were not loud and perhaps it was meant to keep the servants from uttering something a visiting lord might not need to hear.
Being led into the armory the dead end was not amusing but the follow the leader game she’d been playing with legsy, as she had already nicknamed him, had seemed deliberate. Following him but a few steps forward his circling was peculiar and with nothing above the floor coverings she had to assume there might be something below. Peeling back the carpet to reveal the clasp she would attempt her regular strength at first but it seemed not quite able to budge. Glancing around she took the length of a spear sliding it though. Using a leverage system and some wiggling she got the edges up and gettin her hands beneath them she pried it upward.
Laying it back gently in place she looked to the littles companion figuring his journey would not end so abruptly. Wondering after Vith his path was certainly more complicated. Her still seemed only beginning as she was contemplating bringing up the vials if possible and spreading them throughout if these halls were spread throughout the palace itself.
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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 27, 2019 14:23:39 GMT -8
The spider would no longer continue along with Myra and stayed on this side of the tunnel. It knew that getting any closer to the demons it risked being manipulated by their dark powers and also it knew that the tunnel would lead the elf directly to the place of the disturbance. As Myra would continue through the tunnel, having to crouch through the passage and navigate carefully in the darkness, a hundred feet further down she would feel a dead end. A wooden panel that was able to be pushed in and she would see light from the little cracks and feel warmth coming from the other side. Putting her ear to the wooden panel she would even be able to hear a soft crackling of fire on the other side.
All the while Vithkun was continuing upwards and now floated parallel to the keep's walls hoping soon to reach the top of the wall and make it inside from there. Up here he could undo the inscription and once again become a little less reliant on the torrents of wind.
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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 27, 2019 14:35:08 GMT -8
Guidance offered ended at the start of true danger, understanding his reluctance to go further she placed trust in his innocence, and in his neutrality. Only the latter could only go on so long. It would be foolish to think it might last longer than where he felt comfortable leading. Making her way downward she crouched when necessary using her hand to guide her passage above her. Ending at the wooden door she pressed her ear to it. A fire beyond it she heard no voices. Questioning whether her path was wise or not to enter without knowing of another’s presence might be dangerous. Either way she was in a short hall with little options and less ability to swing her Morningstar.
Knocking on the door lightly like a raven would should no one answer she would open it but a few inches to get a better glance. Should someone answer she could pretend it was the scuffling of a rat and back up a few paces the dagger already close at hand.
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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 28, 2019 0:12:11 GMT -8
The knocking resonated slightly but there were no answer and the fireplace burning in the room in the other side was the only apparent noise that came from the other side.
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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 28, 2019 7:24:11 GMT -8
Instinct told her that entering was against her normal better judgement. Need provoked her to slip the door open but a few inches to peer through it and if in that crack she saw nothing she would slip through standing to full height. Her hood still drawn up over her hair and only her eyes reflecting the light of the fire she glanced about.
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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 28, 2019 10:43:48 GMT -8
As Myra slowly removed the back panel the part of the room she would notice it had no one inside it. The hearth was burning as if just stoked and with comfy leather chairs in front of it. If opening it a bit more she would notice a desk with an empty chair behind it and several bookcases lining up along the walls. The room felt warm and cozy and behind the desk was a large window area allowing one to peer out of the keep. Little seemed to be indicating this to be the room where an arch demon would take to living. But to check out the room further she would have to dare to step into the room completely.
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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 28, 2019 10:48:23 GMT -8
Creature comforts is what described the room. Comfortable and warm and surprisingly human in appearance. Had the spider misjudged her intentions? Had she not seen a seam or a door she might have otherwise taken. Curiosity got the best of her and she slid the panel aside completely. Entering her placed it back only lightly not covering her escape but with only faint firelight it would not be noticeable. Lowering her hood she glanced about walking towards the fire the chill in her bones dispelled from it. At any moment she might be caught and she needed to quickly take stock of what the small details could tell her. The desk was her next target.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Feb 28, 2019 14:17:17 GMT -8
It was quite human in looks and in fact here was little to suggest demonic activity here. On the desk Myra would find a large map spread out and the different villages singled out with markers as one would with a battle plan. A list lay on the desk too and with well shaped human letters it outlined the different steps they would take. For example the scare tactics with the cults and recruiting in towns but also how a line of force would be used with demon soldiers and the explosive vials in the basement.
However behind the desk and the chair was a great arching panoramic window that gave a great view over the area behind the keep from the cliff the castle was built upon. But at this point a very strange pointy eared 'bird' seemed to block the view slightly hovering upwards with its back towards the great window and head downwards. Like a small snowflake working towards gravity.
Outside a gust of wind had suddenly taken hold of Vithkun and only by concentrating hard - and flapping his arms a little - did he manage to keep on track although his back was now turned towards the keep and head mostly hung downwards. Cursing in elven it helped little and now all he was able to do was to somewhat sustain that upwards trajectory a short while yet before reaching the top of the wall and he was currently unable to notice Myra on the other side of the glass facade.
Right after Vithkun had hovered past the window a noise came from the single door in the room and a creaking sound came from it telling Myra it was about to be opened and people or creatures were to enter.
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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 28, 2019 16:11:00 GMT -8
The map drew her attention like a fly to honey, pouring over the plans noting the steps that had been personally witnessed it appeared they had begun to interfere in the nick of time. Battle plans to destroy farmers and villagers who had only pitchforks to fight with. The depravity of those within these walls made her hands itch for vials down below. No matter how long it took she would take them through every shaft and follow every possibility in order to spread them throughout. It would burn all to the ground.
Glancing upward only when her attention was caught by movement she saw a rather pale man floating in the air. Vith. Unable to knock on the glass for fear of breaking his concentration watching him flap like a chicken to regain his balance was rather amusing. Stifling a laugh her hand upon the desk she shifted one of the papers while she was leaned over it. He flew above it going to the walls above. Finding him was more dire now than before as there was no certain signal to alert him to her location, or the plan.
The distraction of the floating elf had led her to ignore sounds outside of the door itself. Her luck had only held out for so long as she calculated the time necessary to get to the panel. It would have to be done silently, quickly, and she was at least ten feet away from the thing itself. Cursing her ineptitude in that moment she had very little choice in the matter and diving for her exit would alert everyone. Hoping that she could subdue whoever entered, believing that this was not the lords quarters after all, she would pull her hood above her face. Standing slightly off to the desk and hoped she might bluff her way out. Inform whoever entered she had been sent up here to deliver news. Hoping that the door had not been locked she heard no key so it was unlikely.
Bluffing wasn’t the smart choice but it was her only choice for if they were looking for one who came through a hidden door they would check for others. She might escape but Vith might not.
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