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 Apr 7, 2019 10:54:27 GMT -8
His last cry for Myra's name had had Vithkun stretching out his arm again, this time even further searching for whatever lay in the dark - and by some miracle it found what it had looked for. The warmth and strength of Myra's hand was impossible to confuse and as soon as they clenched around each other the black dust fell and the sly voices quieted as if they had never been there. Vithkun looked at Myra catching her gaze.
"Myra... Are you alright?" he asked concerned still feeling what his heart had answered him just moments ago but seeing her face saddened him. "What did those foul voices speak of lies?" Vithkun asked and clenched her hand tighter but knew he was unable to ease her tormented soul and instinctively embraced Myra and a tight hug when seeing the tears in her eyes.
"We're going to make it..! And if not, I know I already I have." Vithkun said and released his embrace placing his hands on her shoulders as he gazed inside the doors seeing nothing but eternal night - although she might. Myra's frightened expression left Vithkun nervous about what she could see but he couldn't. "We will go in there together and make it through." he said trying to rebuild her confidence, knowing that he must succeed if he was to keep his own promise.
"What do you see in there? We need your eyes for this." he said softly stroking her cheek with a smile. He might not say it out loud right now, but being strong was a lot easier when he was being strong for her and not for his own lofty vision about becoming king.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Apr 7, 2019 11:07:03 GMT -8
Lies? Had they spoken lies to her when they spoke such idealism within Vith as they poured hatred into the seething depths of his heart. Their attempt to disuade him only strengthen the resolve of his own heart while it broke her in part. Her childhood had been one of deprevation and want and here she was attempting to help a man who sought the jewel in order to rule a kingdom. The price of her freedom was his happiness and while she chose it, and freely, it could not be overstated how much turmoil truly existed beneath the surface. He drew her in taking her within his arms stifling whatever sob might have come through her mouth. Answering him now would mean admitting that this, that they, were not alright and as impossible as it was to suffer his comfort for fear of losing it she obliged his reaching arms his kindness washing over her.
“Already have?” Questioning him he sealed her resolve as he’d hoped his consistent optimism driving them forward no matter the obstacle. Stubbornness abated them both to the task and with her shoulders released she would straighten them and speak, “We will make it.”
Observing the room she was quick to draw conclusions but not quick enough to simply step forward. Therefore describing it she put forth an idea, “The doors spoke of rising and I recognize the symbols. They mark the steps upon the Citadel. Each one showing the progress of your journey. There are some of out of place, too early or too late, but there is a way to walk them in the very order that they should be taken.”
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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 Apr 7, 2019 11:26:04 GMT -8
Vithkun knew that he would get no answer from his question about the voices but he did not present the question as something to necessarily answer but more of showing his concern. It was alright that she kept it to herself for now as he knew very well what struggles she might have been face to face with. They were not easily consoled.
"Yes, already have." Vithkun repeated without elaborating further. His clear heart was going to shield Myra of these troubles as long as he was able to and even unspoken he would now know what he felt for her and carry it with him. "Good, that posture is much better!" Vithkun praised Myra.
"I... know nothing about those marks. What do you think we should do?" he asked believing that the wisdom she held would guide them to the end and beyond.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Apr 7, 2019 11:35:53 GMT -8
A wry smile was won from her lips as he commented upon her very posture as it straightened. His sight was taken from him throughout the room but his humor remained as he lightheartedly gave way to force her resolve to further strengthen. If he was not frightened and trusted her than what more could she hope for.
“I have an idea,” Glancing back into the main area that they had come from, there was not much in the way of rubble other than the sand but she needed something as heavy as one of them. The crystals above them might be suitable but with the mace not within her grasp she could not swing at them. Therefore she would have to test her theory with something much lighter but something they could put force in to.
“I need your sword, please,” given that he gave it to her she would hold her hilt with the blade facing downward towards the ground. Standing at the entrance she would place it on the symbol for the Citadel itself. It was after all where one began. Testing the leverage she placed weight while remaining out of the hall. The floor did not budge. Moving it slightly to the side to the wrong symbol she did the same, but began to feel it shift. Releasing pressure immediately there was a creaking sound down the hall but nothing pounced or moved yet, “Do not step with me, let me test the next.”
Stepping onto the Citadel stone she tested what should be the next in the sequence. It held to pressure, “In order it is then,” she told him handing his sword back with the hilt his direction, “I do not know by what magic you cannot see for the same flames out there exist here in my eyes but I can guide you with my own sight.”
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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 Apr 7, 2019 22:48:32 GMT -8
"An idea?" he said mirroring her wry smile but pausing just a brief moment when she asked for his sword before unsheathing it and passing her the hilt. He was passing his sword to a drow, a gesture unheard of in generations but of course he knew that Myra was not just any drow and in her he sensed the fire burning that could perhaps turn the tides for her own people. She was more than worthy - not just to hold - but also to wield and own a blade like this.
"Here." Vithkun said as he passed it to Myra. He was not able to see very much in regards to what she was doing with the sword inside the darkness. "I can't see anything in there, what is going on?" he asked Myra slightly nervous about the creaking sounds that came from in there. Vithkun stepped all the way close to the darkness with his toes barely touching the obsidian wall of nothing. "Where do I start?" Vithkun asked readily as he had come to trust Myra almost 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 Apr 8, 2019 4:00:57 GMT -8
The hilt reappeared in the light as she handed it back to him and so did her hand in the next instant in which to guide him with, "It's a pressure system," she explained, "There are markers within the stones that match that of the Citadel. When I tested the correct sequence there was no give to them. I used your blade in order to test the others and they give way when you move off of the path."
That path certainly not being straight and a difficult thing to lead him through no matter the circumstances behind the amount of trust they placed within one another. It was odd to think that the Citadel was represented here of all places. It was uniquely Drow as far as her knowledge went their lands separated long ago. Their capital city was once one of the brightest Elven palaces but the influence of their design was lost upon the younger of their kind. If Myra ever saw High Haven she would see the resemblance and the planners want to mimic the dwarves harsher style. A city built of progression it involved all races. The Citadel was another story. Once it was like the Tower, a moving monument to ingenuity but through magic it was now held in place.
If he took her hand she'd draw him onto the first step. The instant that he stepped through the barrier he would suddenly be able to see within the darkness. The sconces were a dimmer light but enough that he was not completely blinded. It appeared that they relied more on trust in making that first step than a continued commitment to it in this section of their journey.
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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 Apr 8, 2019 22:42:42 GMT -8
"So basically we just need to step on the right stones? That's basic child's play were it not for the debilitating darkness." Vithkun deducted slightly sarcastic having taken the sword and sheathed it again before the elf took the hand of the drow. It took a deep breath of concentration for Vithkun to take the first step but Myra guiding him made him feel more sure of it.
Putting down his foot he suddenly realized that the all encompassing darkness did now allow him to see - dimly. It seemed like a little bit of acclimatizing his eyes would make him able to navigate just fine. "So this is how it looks from your side?" he said with a smirk. "I could have done that too." he jested and gazed at the steps she mentioned. "We just follow these I presume?"
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Apr 9, 2019 16:35:49 GMT -8
His jest was met with a light slap on his upper arm and a grin that was hidden by her turning away to the path before them. His eyes would adjust soon enough and he would see that which she described and the symbols that paved the pathway. It was meant to be a test of trust and knowledge but of who’s remained to the seen. Not many traveled the Citadel nor would they recognize the symbols upon it. Even Myra knew them now but paid it no heed for she was too busy making sure she found the right one to realize the text was elvish, old elvish, but elvish none the less. Had she not been through the Citadel than it would have been up to the Drow to describe the path before them with great detail. Describing the symbols and the order the elf would have ascertained it to be a tale of old. The first step was crucial and timed even if they did not know it. Should she had been lucky and left him behind it would have resulted in disaster. It still could.
“I believe so,” she answered on the stones, “It seems childish in a way but everything was set for a reason. Every test is meant to prove something or another for worth. The stone was once a symbol of the friendship of our races, perhaps this is simply one meant to see if you would follow blindly, at least at first.”
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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 Apr 10, 2019 12:21:01 GMT -8
Vithkun started to notice the tiles they were stepping on and the fact, that some tiles had different - yet recognizable - markings. He could read it very well despite it being old elvish and he lifted a brow as a smile crept up his cheek. He hadn't expected this, but then again there was a lot here he hadn't expected and that had come to pass.
"It's old elvish for sure." he said with a slight chuckle. "But who would have thought they would have done that..? 'Childish' is the right word at least." he said diverting his gaze towards Myra just slightly before pointing surprised at the tile. "It's the start of an old elven lullaby about the stars and how their twinkling play a tune of light and barely comprehensible sound as they lull the sun to sleep." Vithkun said with a warm. My mother used to sing this for me when I was very young - and in fact I don't think there is a single elf in all of High Haven that don't know this. I feel tired just thinking about it!" he said and laughed although a part of him feeling tired could also by the restless night he had spent on the hard rock floor.
"Look! It continues over there!" he said and pointed to the next tile in line where the lullaby continued. "I'm surprised that a drow would know of this unless... of course he was part of High Haven, but that's rather unlikely!" Vithkun said with a dismissive grin.
"Yes, and I'm pleased that you were right! So if trust is already build, then what might come next?" Vithkun pondered as they stood there. "Do you think, that like pulling one's opposite door, that we are meant to step into each other's footsteps by drow using elven tiles and vice versa?" Vithkun suggested.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Apr 10, 2019 16:19:08 GMT -8
“A Drow would have known because of the Citadel,” a symbol of Drow perfection in their eyes to see it here was surprising because not many had gone up the steps to start but one of his caliber certainly would have, looking back to Vithkun as he spoke so warmly of his mother she recognized the symbols but never connected them. Even now they were familiar but not completely translatable to the more common colloquiums and how it had changed over time. Of course one of the royal family would know of it.
“A better question is why would such a thing would be so far situated within the Drow lands,” smiling as he laughed about the lullaby his mother seemed the sort to have been quite consistent with his bedtime routine. Still her smile was wistful in a way as she had never experienced such a thing but if she ever had children they would certainly know that they were loved in such a way.
He suggested what might come next but she doubted that each task would be so clear, “I’m not sure. The doors were opposite but this is something we share even if one might not have traveled up the steps personally.”
Following along the song did not repeat but there was a break in the floor, a thick line of black sand that separated it from a second section that carried the same stone. The sand itself carried on for several feet. Something they may have been able to leap over but not without risking landing even on the edge of it. Bending down upon the piece she was perched on Myra did not touch it but put her hand over it. The air was colder above the sand itself and beyond it was the same sort of stones as before but unlabeled. “This looks like the same as the first doors.”
Hesitant to simply step over it for what it did before had frightened her off.
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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 Apr 12, 2019 2:53:31 GMT -8
Vithkun nodded and followed Myra along the steps of the lullaby while with a low voice he hummed the tune - there was something about it both being nostalgic and awakening hope within him. However it seemed as if the path wasn't going to be that easy and a wide spand of sand seemed to cover the ground a little further ahead. Stopping at the sand Myra clearly seemed hesitant to just jump it and to see what happened - indeed it seemed like there were no easy solutions around here.
"This is definitely the same we encountered before. It seems still as it lays there but who knows what trappings it contains?" Vithkun said and put his hand gently on her shoulder before speaking the next words while letting his hand slide down to hers clenching it softly. "We'll take a step together this time - if this path is truly one we share, we will make it through." he said and smiled to the drow redy to take the step when she was.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Apr 14, 2019 9:11:55 GMT -8
Rising upward to a standing position as he spoke no lullaby might soothe the jolted nerves that his observation matched her own. The demonic whispers were worse than that of the dagger before. The dagger had been haunting, a soul lost, but this was a different animal. It felt nothing, was touched by nothing, when she attempted to back away earlier it had hounded her like a swarm of wasps. Stinging mercilessly and destroying what confidence she felt at figuring out the inscription of the door to start. Now the man beside her, who she had trusted beyond measure, was reassuring her that stepping together into the pit was the right plan. Only she could not bring herself to do so. He took her hand but hers was flaccid. Her legs ached to step back instead of forward. Wished to run instead of leap into the unknown. What whispers had it given her before? What lies did it make her believe. I can’t, she wished to say the words but they were not true. He needed her to step into the abyss of the sand and as her gaze slid to him, hollow and uncertain, she knew she would do as he asked. Follow him anywhere. What sort of dastardly trick of fate brought them together and split them apart so quickly. He was destined for greatness while she would return to the ashen lands of Annonai’s design.
“I am frightened of it,” admitting it aloud she had never seemed so before. Even when faced with a hundred demons she’d held up her mace and challenged them without fear in her eyes but this was not the same.
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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 Apr 14, 2019 22:37:08 GMT -8
Looking at the haunted face of Myra Vithkun couldn't but feel a little bit frightened too remembering all too well the words that had been spoken to him last time fra the sand - but he was damned if the demonic sand was going to keep them from moving forwards. Of course this wasn't Myra's fault, she had faced demonic hordes and the likes without wavering so what she had been told there must have been dreadful to a point Vithkun couldn't even imagine. Who was to say that both elves had received an equal share of the pain anyway?
Her hand might have been flaccid but Vithkun was still holding onto it now clenching it even firmer as he turned to her and put the other hand on her opposite shoulder while gazing straight into her eyes. "So am I!" he said with conviction. "But you remember what happened at the gate when my arm touched yours? The voices calmed to silence and the sand fell immediately. We share this path and will make it through this path - if we hold together!" he said determined though there was a soft and loving tone to his voice while the light from his eyes shone brightly.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Apr 15, 2019 19:03:06 GMT -8
His strength bolstered her own and returning the grip he so evenly placed across her palm there was a long deep breath that she released that she had not been aware she was holding. His tone was sweet, careful in the way he spoke and the exciting tremor that ran through it of conviction was certainly a character trait that she’d found amusing before but now she was grateful.
“Together.”
The first step revealed nothing within the sand, it shifted beneath their soles but did not rise to the occasion as before. It remained solid beneath their feet but the expanse was greater than previously thought for every step they took it seemed to be growing in length. “It seems the surprises do not end.”
Looking behind them they had traveled a few meters, and the distance before them was a few meters until they took one more step and they could see the sand rolling up over the edges. Myra did not release his hand but crouched downward. Brushing aside the sand it was not deep and shifted easily revealing the floor beneath it. Unlike the smooth slate stone of before it was like glass with a light shining through. Hitting her in the eyes she squinted at the sight of it the pure white blinding.
If Vithkun looked down he would see clearly his eyes adjusting in the sharpness of the light. Beneath the sands was a cavern. The small opening that was revealed by the sands showed deposits of limestone and talc, glittering and white with droplets of water coming down the edges. His angle was of the side of the cavern itself so he saw only the walls.
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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 Apr 16, 2019 6:59:18 GMT -8
Uplifted by being able to bolster the confidence of Myra he took a brief smile upon his face but had settled himself for concentration as he moved into the sand along with Myra. The first step did not rouse the sand and neither did the second as Vithkun let out a relieved sigh although he knew it might have been too early to do such a reckless thing. It seemed the more they scaled the more was left for them to scale - or more accurately: The distance remained the same.
"Yes, this was not as simple as I thought." Vithkun said and rubbed his chin while Myra bowed down and brushed away some of the sand. The sharp white light immediately penetrated the floor and it was only because of the elf's natural attunement to the rays of the sun and the bright pure light they valued so highly, that he did not immediately reach to block his eyes.
"This is curious..!" Vithkun said surprised as he sat down where Myra had removed some of the sand and brushed away more it to see that the glass floor they were standing on was apparently situated right on top of a cave that held a room that, in his eyes, looked exactly similar to the one, they had just passed through - only with no statues. "It seems like we're just above the same room where we came from, only without the statues! What should we make of this? With all this happening it is hardly a coincidence." Vithkun said and looked at Myra for advice.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Apr 16, 2019 7:33:41 GMT -8
“Hardly,” unable to see through the floor he was sitting and she crouched but her gaze was verily avoiding the hole that was increasing with his hand moving the sand. HIs blindness in the darkness was nothing compared to the bright flooding that came through the floor. He may not have been able to see but it was phyiscally painful for her to look down below at it, “But the mirroring is strange. Darkness and light, but not above or below one another. Perhaps we are still in the same cave and everything is but an illusion.”
Slightly saracastic with her last statement she looked up to the ceiling where her gaze could be unhindered, “But if there is some challenge to this I cannot think of what it might be other than curiosity at the entrapment.”
He would feel the draw first around the edges of his legs. The sand pulling towards them and the opening which one moment was solid and the next dipped downward like the flute of a vase until it began to pour. Hourglass like in effect the area around them was quickly being drawn under and Myra was unable to look down to see the effect.
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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 Apr 16, 2019 8:59:24 GMT -8
"Everything an illusion..?" Vithkun asked surprised though it seemed like Myra was right, the projection of light and the merging with the darkness blending oddly and appearing sometimes at will. "If this is true, the illusionist would be even more formidable than even Annonai. I shiver at the tho..." Vithkun said although suddenly the sand seemed to rouse and gather around his ankles and although first being a small annoyance he tried to kick away it persisted and soon he found himself and what appeared to be a maelstrom of sand pulling them downwards.
Looking at Myra she was unable to look down due to the sharp light emerging from the floor and Vithkun, knowing that they wouldn't likely escape this predicament without going through the floor, reached for Myra to her in holding her from behind his arms wrapping firmly around her. "Just hold on, I think we're going through - hopefully this is the right way!" Vithkun said and silently cursed the drow that had conjured up these strange and almost torturous contraptions. How long would they have to suffer them?
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Apr 16, 2019 17:42:03 GMT -8
Ripples flowed though the sand, small and large like waves cascading over the opening. Able to look the other direction Myra felt the rush, saw it in the distance of the room where the never ending rain of the substance poured over. Illusion or not it felt completely real as it swept over them. “Vith,” the same fright that she had admitted to just before approaching the sand was in her voice, there was no helping it for to be taken under and into a place she could not see worried her. He rose and she clung, as best as she was able arms wrapped around his waist and her eyes closed, nose against the crook of his neck, to keep it from appearing through the slight translucency of her eyelids.
As the floor ebbed away they fell, not a hard fall, gentle as if the sand were their feathers and it would deposit them onto the ground. It seeped into it there absorbed like rainwater into the hard rock leaving them in a long cavern mimicking the one before but instead of being bathed in darkness it was cast in light. A mirror image but without statues they stood where there was no entrance but there were doors at the end. These white and gilded with gold.
They stood on solid ground now and all but a small portion of the sand had disappeared, some remaining under the feet of the Drow but not beneath Vithkun’s.
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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 Apr 16, 2019 22:19:46 GMT -8
"Just, hold on..!" Vithkun said as he held her tightly as they slowly seeped through the floor along with the peculiar sand. Vithkun wasn't sure what kind of landing they would receive - or if they were going to land at all or simply become engulfed in the sand like this. A slightly content smile crept up his cheeks as he thought that there was indeed worse way to go than this - his feelings for the drow intensifying in this very moment as they stood all close to each other.
However there was not reckoning for the two yet as they landed safely on the floor of the cave Vithkun had seen underneath them. Looking down as soon as he felt his legs free the elf landed on both feet doing his utmost to take the impact out of the landing for Myra's sake who would likely have her landing obstructed by not being able to see well in the light. Vithkun landed surprisingly gently and didn't even have to bend his knees very much to absorb the impact. Looking around the sharp light seemingly came from nowhere in particular but lit up every corner of the room.
"Can you see down here with this sharp light all over the place?" he asked Myra concerned. "Anyway we must continue forwards, there are doors at the end of the room and then I hope this illusion or... shaping of reality will soon come to an end." Vithkun said and took a step towards the doors at the end of the room leading Myra along with his hand on her waist. If there was one thing he wasn't going to do right now, it was to let her go.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Apr 17, 2019 5:22:56 GMT -8
No intention of releasing him without her sight he was her guide. It meant complete trust in him and despite her romantic interests that put a shade of grey upon it she did so. Needing him in that instant it only solidified the fact that his absence was the greatest bandaid that she’d ever have to rip off. Even then the wound might never heal. How had he changed her opinion so quickly over the course of what was barely a month?
Landing feet first the cushiony landing was surprising. The statues had obviously failed in their task which led her to believe whoever designed this cared very little for the outcome of those attempting to pass it. Perhaps it meant it was the correct task. Bringing her face upward but remaining next to him she attempted to squint but immediately closed her eyes, “I cannot,” she informed him using her right hand to cover her eyes further and her left remained locked around his waist. He did not wish to let her go and in that instant she clung to him for safety and help.
He stepped forward, and so did she, but the rock beneath her feet began to crack small fissures growing around the edges of her boots while Vith’s remained solid beneath his feet, “I feel as if the ground his shifting,” she told him her chin down slightly towards the floor but her stance solid none-the-less.
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