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 Aug 13, 2019 8:27:50 GMT -8
Recognizing the name of his father as spoken before Myra did not perk up or give the satisfaction of changing her expression to Cassialus, instead she rather politely finished their goodbyes her good form unruined by her tendency to want to punch high elves in the face. Breaking Cass’s rather pretty one might have been a special prize in her book but he’d given nothing of insult yet to cause such a reaction though she could think of plenty of excuses for her ill manners such as her upbringing.
Making their way to the hall of his forefathers Vith spoke openly to her using her true name, or rather the shortened version of it that was often on his lips. His reassurances did not fall on deaf ears for when he spoke of his affections she did smile if a rather guarded one not fully looking to him as he spoke as to avoid the notice of the guards behind them. Logic in his words she found truth in them, blindingly bright truth that might threaten most, but after their journey she trusted him, implicitly, and knew he did this now only for his own sake but for hers as well. To be revealed so openly, and so soon, without giving her a chance to prove her mettle and have an opinion formed due to her own merit would destroy what progress was made. Therefore she would nod once speaking just as softly in return, “I may not always appear patient but in some things I am capable. In this I will be.”
They were given little time to express things further for their arrival could not be marred by standing outside the doors as if afraid to enter. Therefore they did so the Crimson Ascent having somehow found itself back beneath the cloth of her dress. It was as if the stone carried a mind of its own, Myra felt if she reached for it that it may possess the minds of many but she did not wish to face the onslaught so publicly nor without the aid of the man standing beside her as their practice with it would be done together. Patience had to extend to this as well.
No ill will came from the foliage of the palace itself, even the white oak tree seemed to acknowledge her presence without disdain for it. The age of the tree itself had her curious and she met its presence with her mind before the spirit of her gift. Most might commune with such a holy thing of the elves and she instantly withdrew every bit of power she had been extending the moment they passed through the doors. Left almost undefended with such drawn back her open use had been perhaps the reason her anger allowed her eyes to shift so quickly as if she might draw upon its power. The Crimson Ascent offered her a lifeline for power instead of drawing upon the world around her she could use that which was placed within it. Kacien’s warning sat on the forefront of her mind, together, not apart, he had advised.
A sense of awe struck her no matter her attempt to avoid looking at the resplendent decoration of the throne room itself. Vithkun spoke of the beauty of all that existed within it. The crown may not be able to cast shadow within the realm of his choosing but it felt almost a challenge to her to prove the myth wrong of no shadows here for her own power could drive out both but for it to be so openly weilded would be beyond reproach. Made only abundantly more clear by his words for without the constant reach of the light surrounding their world the Crown itself would suffer, perhaps not a truth death if only for a short period of time but testing that theory was beyond her.
Led into the light of the sun for it was cast high above the world she remained a half step behind Vithkun. Keeping their relationship out of the hands of those currently visiting the hall and his family until the time came brought some sacrifice and seeing as her position was lowly to stand beside him would be sacriligeous unless asked or motioned to do so she kept distance. Waiting for introductions to be cast when she was referred to she bowed, low and deep as was appropriate, she sought no insult just quite yet.
The amulet so hung around her neck was subdued for the moment. It had a sense of showmanship it appeared for when she reached upward taking the silver chain which was given from the deer in order to keep it safe, it would spark with life. Selathil could feel its grandeur without it being fully lit but as she drew it upward he would know his initial sense of the power within it was vastly underrated. The chain itself was brought to life shimmering as if imbued with starlight but the instant that the stone made itself clear it would take breath and sight away from all but the highest of elves. Myra looked to it openly for it did not burn her eyes to see it clearly now. The scarlet stone was multifaceted and when it hit the air it was as if it was infused with all of the light within the room stealing it and sealing it inside of the gem itself. It shone from the center before traveling outwards releasing its light back upon the branches of the tree. Then every line for which it had been cut glowed as if tinged with neon in a white light.
Myra had lifted it upright to where it rested at the level of her chin. Even her gaze fell upon it while it shown with no equal but she saw not the brightness that others did, but instead it was dark, within the center was the blackest of holes until it released and then even she saw the lines of light around the cuts themselves, when she had drawn it upward she had spoken, with strength and a sense of security in her own self for the stone begged of her to present it with all she possessed and so with this held within her heart she would speak truly, “With pleasure, your Majesty.”
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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 Aug 15, 2019 11:47:47 GMT -8
Lifting up the amulet even Vithkun squinted a bit, it's light quite possibly actually outshining the very light inside the Thousand Lights Halls. Well... 'mocking it' for its inferiority was another way of putting it, for it was not only brighter, but also softer, clearer and whiter - although all the colors of the worlds seemed to glimmer from its presence. It was absolutely awe inspiring.
However Selathil did not squint - not in the slightest. Quite in the contrary he opened his eyes even wider trying to take it all in, even if he was pained trying to do so. Vithkun frowned a little. Was this his father's pride in refusing to have any drow outshine him in the way of light? Even so, it was impressive that he could look directly at it so intensely and not even blink or motion his hand towards his head. But then again he knew his father was something very special when it came to magic having peered into many otherworldly dimensions in search of knowledge and is a living oracle in the art of deducting magic and its workings from runes and inscriptions. Vithkun had not taught himself the art of inscription - his father had.
"It is... indeed a lovely gem, you've found there, my son." he finally said when he was done looking at it. "I feel like I could stare into for millennia and still my curiosity would have not been sated in the slightest." his voice spoken was calm and measured, yet not hostile or demeaning. "This indeed gives you the edge on your brother to stake a claim to both Ayana and the throne - yet of course that depends on two other things." his father stood up and gathered his hands behind his back as Vithkun frowned slightly.
"One is of course if we're ever going to see Ayana again - your brother has not been making much progress. The other being if you dare hang it around your own neck and claim it as what is rightfully yours." Selathil said eyeing also Myra for a brief moment. Vithkun peered down and blinked a couple of times before looking his father straight into the eyes, almost defiant.
"The gem was found by both of us and it is meant to be used by both of us - or else its powers will corrupt instead of create." he said firmly, his voice almost echoing through the halls and guards and even Garda himself seemed to hold their breath. Vithkun gave Myra a sidelong glance, a gaze almost asking if he had taken it too far. His father seemed to observe the situation and a few wrinkles appeared on his forehead.
"I see - so it was not to either provoke me nor showing her the honor of carrying it to its end destination, that you brought this common drow lady." Selathil's measured voice almost spoken as if he was chanting a spell between the words - his lips saying more than what was obvious. He started stepping down the low and wide steps from his throne and onto the general plateau Myra and Vith stood on as he flanked Myra on the opposite side of Vith turned towards her speaking to Vith.
"And what is your plan with all this - does she get to be a figurehead here in High Haven so you two can hold hands when we need the power of the Crimson Ascend?" he asked Vithkun, who parted his lips but closed them again unable to answer in a way that did would not let all their concentrated schemes fall. Yet he did not hear what was spoken to Myra at that point - a clear projection of Selathil's voice into her head.
"So my gate guards were not wrong. Why have you come here, daughter of Beleon? I taught my son the magic that conceals your true identity - 'Karise'..." his voice intimidating and authoritative. "Such a trick is but a thin veil I can pull away whenever I like. What are your plans with my son and coming here with The Crimson Ascend? Is it revenge? Do you seek to challenge me with your foul magic here in the epicenter of light while drawing on the power of that amulet? Or were your strategy that of a more long term design..?" his voice inquired quite persisting as she felt just a slight telekinetic pull in the amulet - not one of trying to force it from her, but one as to challenge her ruling of 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 Aug 16, 2019 6:24:57 GMT -8
Selathil spoke with no provocation within his tone, he spoke in a measured manner, one practiced from years at court but it was the things he did not say aloud. The looks that were passed that never were fully explained, even his insistence on staring at the jewel when Myra noticed everyone look away or even cover their eyes at it made her hesitate. Selathil was powerful, immeasurably so, but he was one man and she had challenged the oldest of her kind, trudged through the articulate magic of a roving tower of truth and knowledge, and faced her greatest fears within a place of darkness holding so many souls captive in their place. To face but one elf, one who believed himself to be worthy of his station, would be a challenge she might rise up to. Frankly it might surprise Vith then that she allowed him to speak without interruption. He gave credit to his son, wished for his son to carry it, until Vith spoke out against it for but a moment, then gave challenge to the fact that it would require both of them.
In the depths of the mountain Vithkun had not been able to use the power whereas she had pulled it readily. It came through her fingertips like water through a sieve flowing so quickly and easily. The elves would be as if they were a canyon forming, yes it could be weilded but it took time to wear down stone to carry water so deeply and easily. The waterful it gushed forward at her insistence would never be dammed or stopped and should she have challenged Selathil she might not win but neither would he come away without being in dire peril.
Vithkun sought her gaze, for reassurance and she wished to give it so much that it physically hurt to resist. The only bit of soothing she could do was to lower her chin slightly. He would know that it was not a gesture of faltering for his father but one of confidence for she never backed down from a challenge.
As the King rose and made his way about the two of them asking questions that begged an answer aloud as she answered with gritted teeth, “I seek no place within your court, your majesty.”
His son had been free to take the stone as they had won it, she gave him no resistance and even encouraged him to remove it from the pedestal and even now she wished no power from it, not here at least, for her own Kingdom kept her father trapped and defeated and she would see him replaced on the throne for if they were willing to banish her for slights not her own they did not deserve to rule. Believing solely in the man who asked for his daughter so fervently if he cared not but for the life of one than she knew he would have cared so for his people as well.
His voice struck her then, but she had not followed him with her gaze, nor did she bother to even look now, instead her chin raised back upward as he spoke so openly inside her mind. Hostility concealed only by the smallest fraction of ability to mimic polite reserve there was no doubt in her mind he carried much more behind what he spoke. Allowing him to finish his words the instant that the amulet was tugged upon by him she would change her look moving blue eyes ravaged by white around the irises to his own. The jewel was of her birthright, was made of her people, she would not so easily allow it to be ripped away.
“Myralthrine of Beleon,” she clarified finally so he might address her correctly, “I seek no reparations for past wrongs committed for we are both at fault, Elf and Drow, we have given each other pain and sorrow but also life in such a small fraction that I would see returned. I conceal my identity to protect those whom I believe to be in danger. My presence here is not a challenge to you but could be to them and yet I come at your sons behest,” pausing she straightened her shoulders and looked forward again, towards the throne, and while she could do much to conceal her true thoughts the slight hint of disgust at its rising branches was in the tightened lips and then downcast eyes, “If you choose to reveal my true nature it would be your right, I stand in your kingdom but I would ask that you allow this farce to stay but a little longer.”
Dropping her pride was difficult, she had considered ignoring him and saying nothing as if she had not heard him but this required finesse, careful words and time to change his opinion, as it had taken time with the man that stood beside her.
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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 Aug 18, 2019 5:05:23 GMT -8
Selathil's face told everything Myra would need to know about his answer, his bitter resentment a foregoing conclusion. "Of course - no one in their right mind would imagine you being a part of my court. Yet now you're standing here so proudly as if you belong beside my son..." he answered and squinted a little. Selathil's eyes narrowed even further as she presented her name and continued to speak.
"Myralthrine of Beleon... Does Beleon still sit upon the throne?" he asked, though it was a rather disinterested question, only serving to clarify a few points in his mind. "What are these reparations, that you speak about? What wrongs have the elves laid upon the drows? Because even insinuating that is a clear challenge towards, not only me, but High Haven as such." he said and took a few steps to the front of her, his magic releasing the jewel for now, as Myra once again would feel it drop to a chest as a consequence of gravity acting upon it yet again.
"If you feel like your little masquerade will serve you in some purpose still, then so be it I shall leave it like it is. However..." he said and lifted his chin a little, the eyes that had always been on Vithkun flickered to Myra as his eyes started glowing with an orange hue and Vithkun taking a step back - but before he was able to truly do anything, Vithkun felt the force of a large, invisible hand pulling him upwards, his feet dangling five feet above the ground, his arms suspended from to the sides.
"... what is this about you bringing a drow to my castle who talks about wrong doings in the past?!?" his voice suddenly booming through the halls, even Garda looking disturbed by what is currently happening before him, but out of sheer terror if this magic, takes no move against him. Selathil had placed his stern gaze at Vithkun again, a hand stretched out mimicking grabbing his son and lifting him up.
"F-father..! What are you talking a-about?!?" Vithkun just barely managed to speak back, the force of the grip straining him to breath.
"You know very well, what I am talking about! How has it come to this, that you invite her..!" he said, Vithkun immediately knowing from his voice that he had pried the information, that she was of House Beleon, from her. "... here, have her wear the sacred elven artifact of The Crimson Ascend, and even break her out of jail, fleeing The Healing House as your mother came to visit you?!? What curse has she blinded you with!" his voice boomed again, expression sincere and intimidating but his face eerily calm as he scolds his younger son.
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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 Aug 18, 2019 5:57:23 GMT -8
“Do you wish for the past to repeat itself?” He may have withdrawn his mind from her own to speak openly but she was not finished nor could she allow his threats to go unanswered. His fear was prevalent on his mind, his worry clear to her for in the instant he’d gone from her to his son she’d seen the flicker of it. Gaining a greater understanding of what he acted out of gave her clarity she never wished for because in understanding there was pain unequal to any she felt before. His worry flooded her as if he’d released his own dam. Standing before him so egregiously forthright in her making the mold of the ashborn was broken in her birth. Her birthright stripped away an instant later the deprecation she faced in solitude developed her own fears. Facing them down without flattering herself or diminishing them made her bolder, stronger, but there was one now she never expected and it was held within the air next to her.
Taking a step forward she intended on putting her hand upon his forearm. Not with pressure or true intention but a gentle hand as she spoke to him and him alone, “You will release him for he has not wronged you. Should you choose to unleash your anger you will bring it to me.”
It was not only her words that she gave him but knowledge. Showing him the truth the tenacity of her forthright actions might be enough to make him willing to see them but if he did not she was willing to go to further lengths. What seemed like minutes would be but seconds for those around them for the mind worked so much more quickly than the tongue and she was unleashing the floodgates of her memories of the town so abandoned by Drow that they felt it necessary to destroy even themselves to defend what little was left. She showed him her ancestor, gave light to what caused Viths wounds to open but she did not stop there, she showed them leaving, their arrival, her commitment to keep him safe. He might have thought these a falsehood but in the next instant she showed him where they had engraved the spell upon her arm. One that would undoubtedly keep her from any lies of her own. The inscription had been painful as it lay across her very soul seeking true enlightenment in their wishes.
“Beleon was removed from the throne by mutiny of its leaders, I so fear for my people as you do for yours,” remaining inside his mind she was choosing to keep his secrets for if he looked to her then he would see the sadness of her expression, know that she knew through not pity but understanding.
The hand raised to push his down allowed the sleeve to draw back and it possessed the very markings he had seen placed and finally she spoke aloud to all of the room, “The Crimson Ascend was built upon the power of the Drow. We refer to it as the Stone of Halthone but time lost it’s true name, as has it forgotten much of why it was created,” her eyes flashed dangerously the Stone itself begging her to remind them but the shift from white to blue showing self control, one many ashborn lacked, “It is Olethian,” the word Olethian was not one of Drow, nor elven nature, but of both, one that both races used for it was created when the Stone was. It meant forsaken of light, “It is an embodiment of sacrifice and misunderstandings. One I would choose to not perpetuate now. Your son returns to you in earnest and you treat him with suspicion, you should be ashamed.”
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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 Aug 18, 2019 7:08:32 GMT -8
Selathil did not know if he expected an honest answer or not, his son's mind had clearly been tampered with and he was going to peer into it - the way he had peered deep into so many otherworldly dimensions to take knowledge, and many of them resembling vast minds a lot - but this was to take out the wrong knowledge and replace it with the right one, and he was going to do it whether or not he had to tear through the mental barriers. Vithkun had seen him like this before and he was getting ready to protect himself for whatever that may had lead to - but right there and then, from the corner of his eye, he saw Myra strolling over to Selathil and putting a hand on his arm. Choking a little as he tried to yell at her, no words came out.
As Myra spoke to Selathil his orange gleaming eyes turned to the drow as he raised his other hand towards her. "And I shall do that right now, if you cannot wait..!" he said, Vithkun kicking and wriggling but to little avail as he saw his intent directed towards Myra.
Yet at that point he realized that he had let Myra inside his mind before, that she had seen what even he was afraid to look upon - his own fears and self doubt. Selathil had delved into countless dimensions through his life and his mind had taken great strain from it and as such his life was - prematurely - coming to an end very soon. To see both his sons incapable of handling the transition to take over the throne had him greatly concerned and fear and guilt had been gnawing at him for a long time now. What would High Haven come to without heirs?
Selathil released his powers directed at Myra as his face seemed overflowed with emotions. This drow had seen what he was afraid of, and now this connection - caused by one of his mental fractures inside his mind, due to his earlier undertakings - had allowed her a way into his mind. But not only had she done that, she was also presenting him with the truth of things - her own memories.
Peering into a great sorcerer's mind was beyond dangerous, but even though he did not know what awaited his foolishness, he could not turn this offer down. Opening his inner eyes he rummaged through Myra's memories, not gently, but as one frantically trying to get all of the answers at once, turning pages of memories one immediately after the other he did not care about the psychic strain it would take upon the drow's mind. Much of this was news to Selathil, the abandoned drow city right inside High Haven was, something he had erased from his mind a long time ago - something extremely uncomfortable to him where he too had lost people he cared about.
The holding spell, where Selathil had inscribed 'wooden branches' into the air with his thoughts only, ended abruptly and Vithkun dropped the five feet. Yet despite the sudden fall, he managed to take most of the grunt with his feet, yet ended up on his behind looking at Myra and his father - the young prince stunned by what happened. What he had no knowledge about was going on.
"I... had no idea..." Selathil said to Myra as an answer to the many memories he had seen, acknowledging the truth of these along with the spell on her arm, that he knew was a truth-sealing spell. "You fear for your people... as do I." he turned his head towards Vithkun, his head and spine now bent, as if he had largely given up. Selathil turns around and walks back a few paces before turning to Myra and Vithkun again. "There are many things at play here, such will have to take a huge mental effort to..." the elf king said, pride still covering his words, yet he was not allowed to finish his speech his lips moving but not a sound coming from his lips as everything inside the Thousand Lights Hall goes absolute dead quiet - even the breathing of oneself was not heard.
Suddenly a tearing sound makes its presence heard, as if reality itself rips open and the elves are able to hear again, but the voice is one of such intensity that it is as if they haven't graced their ears with sound for years.
"Selathil you absolute fool!" a sharp voice breaks through silence as the tearing sound stops, surely leaving the elves covering their ears. "What is the whole idea of this theatrical performance from your side? Did you not use to bid welcome your guests in a gentle and friendly way?" the voice continued, now way softer and warmer.
"Myerla dear..." Selathil said and opened his eyes wide. "You haven't been inside Thousand Lights Ha..." his voice was cut off again as she made a gesture of closing her fingers.
"I haven't been here for a while, Selathil, but I also haven't had to cut your nonsensical drivel off for almost as long as I remember." her voice going slightly more firm again.
"Mother..!" Vithkun exclaimed looking at the beautifully elegant elf, draped in green and gold robes, cupper blonde hair done into a large knot on the back of her head and standing on the middle of the bridge extending to the plateau in the middle.
"It's so good to see you again, my son!" she said, her face almost exploding into a warm smile as she briskly strolls over to give Vithkun a large hug before looking at Myra. "And you must be the drow that everyone has an opinion of." she said and looked up and down of Myra. "Beautiful... And welcome to Excelmere! I look forward to forming my own opinion on you!" she said and extended a hand to her. "I am Myerla Almear, wife to Selathil - the king - and Vithkun is my son." she said and bowed a little to Myra with a wry smile.
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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 Aug 18, 2019 7:52:55 GMT -8
Selathil's intent to infiltrate his sons mind might have destroyed it, the lack of trust expressed in the action was overwhelmingly clear but he believed it to be poisoned. Poisoned by her and she was attempting to prove otherwise by showing him the bond they had created, not in love, but in trust for Vithkun would have never placed so much of himself into the spell had he not believed she would take care of the consequences. He could have paused and allowed them to pass but he showed great strength and empathy in allowing himself to be overwhelmed by the spell itself to save those of the past.
Whether he chose to punish her or not was of his own volition but facing his onslaught in the face of Vith being freed, which he was a moment later as he fell to the floor, was preferable. Unable to avert her gaze to him, to check on his fate, she knew much of what occurred he had no knowledge of. His brothers intentions were small in comparison to his father and when they were allowed to share what was necessary it would be without either hanging over their minds.
As it were Selathil tore through hers, the intensity of his roving had never been felt and should she have been weaker in spirit he might have crippled her. Standing upright and keeping her arm upon his it took faith to show him these things and yet he yearned for more. To deny him was to suffer further consequence and yet she did clamping shut after the two she intended on showing him. Perhaps at another time he might feel the true weight of that which his son and her had fought and claimed together and that which she had suffered alone.
He released her, and she lowered her hand keeping her posture erect if only for the sake of appearances, when he went to speak he was hushed but not by his own accord, but by the arrival of a woman who needed no introduction. Myra was about five feet from Vith as she had approached his father. They made an odd triangle in which his mother took center place. Myerla reamed Selathil up one side and down the other and had she the energy to have found it amusing she might have for it was familiar to her the same sort of words escaping her own mouth in an exasperated way she tore apart Vith.
Relieved for her presence if only for the softening of her husbands' dramatics when she put forth her hand it was shocking, Myra had been introduced as lowly, if she had her own informants perhaps she also knew the truth. Refusing would be seen as impertinent if not rude to start thus she would reach over and take it lightly after bowing first, the same gesture as she gave Selathil before rising and speaking as clearly as she had before her exhaustion not to be taken into account for the brave face she put on when addressing her, "Thank you," she said first and foremost of her compliment, "It is a pleasure to meet you, your son speaks most highly of you."
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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 Aug 19, 2019 11:57:30 GMT -8
Vithkun's mother looked pleased as Myra answered her so politely. "Selathil has been so stressed lately, I really do apologize for his manners..!" she said and gave a sidelong glance and a smile to Selathil.
"Are you answering on my behalf now..? In my throne room?" he said taken back and chuckling halfheartedly.
"Why yes of course I am, dear..." she said as if it was the most natural thing in the world, the elf brimming with confidence and if anyone had at any point believed her to be a shade of Selathil, this was a point that proved she was indeed not.
"What would you have me do then? Since you appear to much smarter than the king..!" he said sarcastically.
"I'd have you act like a king - that's what! And you haven't been taking rational decisions in a while now!" she said, Selathil seemed taken aback by the non hesitating answer.
"I..." he said trying to lift his chin to ascertain his pride, but his eyes locked with Myra's and then Vithkun's. He couldn't lie after what she had seen - and what he had seen himself and sighed deeply. "I'm sorry my son, it was wrong of me to act like that... I'm happy to see you home." he said, a genuine, but slightly haunted smile, appeared before he looked at Myra.
"There's a deep purpose in your heart - I admit I felt afraid when feeling that. I've felt... vulnerable. And for quite a while now." he said and looked at Vithkun. "Returning with The Crimson Ascend is truly a magnificent feat, but I fear that songs will not be sung for that feat here in High Haven if a lot of stuff isn't straightened out. And even bringing such a treasure, it seems like it rides on the back of a black mare." Selathil commented, although his words this time were certainly not a mockery of Myra, but rather the assessment of what he had been seeing inside Myra.
Selathil looked at Vithkun, who understood little of what he meant by those last words, and nodded a couple of times. "Perhaps I'd like to speak with you? It has been long time since both of us have had a discussion up in The Spire." Selathil said to Vithkun.
"I... of course." Vithkun said, although these recent events were hard to just shrug off, he needed to talk to his father and straighten out a lot of things. "Of course I'll join you but what of..?" Vith said looking at Myra.
"I will take this young drow for a stroll and figure out the ins and outs. Perhaps then you two can 'settle the world' between you." she smirked and chuckled a bit gesticulating back towards the entrance. "If you don't mind?" she asked, her clear, blue eyes reaching into Myra's ever so inviting and gentle.
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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 Aug 19, 2019 12:08:26 GMT -8
Rather shook by the change in event so quickly did Myerla change her husband that it was as if he had completed a 180, did the woman have that much influence on the man, obviously she had to, perhaps he calmed her as Vithkun did for her as well. Her initial reaction should this meeting have been alone and Selathil made such threats towards Vithkun would have went much differently than it had for she would not have hesitated to use whatever force necessary in order to exstinquish any resistance towards his son. Then to see him so calmly and kindly say that he really was glad to see his son home, it was purely the only reason she was willing to separate. Myra did not fear his mother, nor did she argue with the words and metaphors he expressed in those few short moments.
Remaining upright her back was as straight as a board but now she finally looked to Vith concern that flooded her earlier assuaged if only for a short while. Nodding once in return to give him leave to join his father they needed to have a discussion, and not one that came from her lips for it was not her place to devulge secrets that the man had been keeping for some time. Frankly if he did not tell his son she would for he deserved the truth of his frantic actions and she would tell him of the fact she showed him of his scars.
Answering his father about her purpose she would speak softly, “There is great purpose within your son as well.”
Giving Vith praise with but one statement the man did find purpose, and the backbone he needed to begin to trod on a path not many would ever take. It was the first sign of hope that his father said the word vulnerable when admitting his actions were a bit overbearing and unnecessary. He wished for the safety and longevity of all around him, would he be happy to know then that his son wished for the safety of all elves, including those who did not truly bear the name at the moment?
His mothers words were not missed but their meaning was not clear, not quite yet, but perhaps within their walk she would clarify and with a nod she would follow where she led, willingly, which was a step in the right direction for all of them.
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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 Aug 20, 2019 14:01:58 GMT -8
Apparently behind the throne there was a pathway leading over the dome to the opposite side of this dome - this one narrower, but made the same way. Selathil moved gracefully, almost ghost like with his hands folded in front of him. Silently they make their way up through the winding stairs and into the spire, were Vith and Selathil had spoken many times, but it was also a study where Selathil ever so often had tutored Cass and Vith in the arts when they were younger. The room was absolutely circular, the roof coned up into a single point and the walls had low book cases all around. It was hardly a library, too few books were present, but the view from the small balcony and over Excelmere was something else and sparked inspiration every time he went here.
The tables, chairs, couches and desks were spread out in the room so one could study as one wished to, but neither of the two had found their company to be comfortable in a way to settle down. Standing in the middle of the room, Vithkun looking out of over the small balcony, he turned to Selathil. "I honestly don't know where to start - I could tell you about everything that happened, but you already know a lot, don't you? Pried something from Karise, right?" he said, trying not to blame his father, but found it hard not to harden his voice. "What I really want to know, is exactly what happened when Ayana disappeared." he said, keeping his eyes stiff at Selathil.
Meanwhile Myerla was strolling along with Myra by her side, as they sidetracked through the hallways and soon arrived at a rather spacious garden - an kind of atrium surrounded by walls - where the vines climbed above them and beautiful plants and little puddles of water around pathways of cobblestone served as a tranquil meeting place. Myerla snapped her fingers and a quick clap of thunder created a small oasis a yards wide where no word would escape.
"Now we can speak. First of all, you have to tell me how you met?" Myerla smirked looked at Myra. She was not just curious to how they met, but she did also know and care about people to a degree where the hunches she got was often correct. She knew Selathil had likely been too occupied with something else to see it, but these two were almost glued together in the way they acted and spoke when together.
"I imagine being in High Haven took some determination - Vithkun must have warned you about how little many living here know about the outside world and especially the drows." her voice a little more sincere. "Why did you choose to come here? Surely you had a choice?" she asked, her voice displaying true care in its curiosity but no true surprise.
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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 Aug 20, 2019 15:32:46 GMT -8
Selathil led his son directly behind the throne and after they ascended both settled near the balcony. Magic lingered in this room taught and unyeilding over the years. The outer walls were embellished with a deafening spell and if one extended over the balcony they would realize the noise below in some of the gardens. It gave them privacy while they discussed matters that extended beyond the state of his own worry of mortality that had settled before him. “Prying things from the mind of a Drow is dangerous work,” Selathil turned his back to the world outside of them the symbolism in his act not quite apparent yet to his son as he crossed his arms beneath his chest, “Especially one of the house of Beleon,” he murmured a moment later as if attempting to get a rise from his son light eyes dark as they turned his direction, “Do you truly wonder as to her absence?” He transferred his gaze to the tables before them as if recalling a memory, “You bring back that which might have secured you true honor and my place and yet you tarnish your arrival.” ———————— Myralthrine accompanied Myerla into the garden. It was a carefully cultivated marvel and the silence provided by the tall walls and the cover of the Queen did not go unnoticed. Still an slight explanation was offered in order to reassure her. Myralthrine could not rest even if there was such a kindness offered in her words and she kept her weariness at the ready. Selathil left her exhausted mentally but portraying it outwardly would be bad form and she wished to leave an impression of strength within the woman who’s opinion she knew would mean much to Vithkun.
“In a small tavern, your son was extolling upon the merit of elven wine when there was none,” the memory she spoke of was with fondness even if it had been a rather poor meeting of the two, telling his mother she knocked him off his chair might raise other concerns as to her intentions. Smiling still as she relived the memory she would add softly, “He had other questions as well about the prize we both sought. It is the reason I approached him.”
Leaving her wanting for more of the story than she might be willing to give Vith had asked of her to keep things private for a time and so she would until either discovered or told otherwise. Her next question was unexpected. Biting into the sides of her lips she drew them in through the edges and released them with a long breath brushing back stray strands of hair, black hair, her fingers catching and bringing one down.
Modesty became her and thus she did not speak on determination but shortened her very answer down to a few words, “I had a choice before I was asked something I could not refuse.”
No clarity in such a short statement. Meeting the woman’s gaze her eyes reminded her of Vithkun’s, the kinder traits of his soul must have came from her worry. He had been torn from her teachings by the impertinence of elves, their haughty manner reaching him, but she did not need to be struck to wake her from the illusions they so toted and she wished in but one short moment that she had known her own mother.
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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 Aug 23, 2019 11:15:49 GMT -8
Vithkun's fears were immediately confirmed as Selathil spoke. But even worse he confirmed that he now knew that Myra was of the House of Beleon which caused Vithkun to widen his eyes for just a brief moment, the shock clearly visible. 'He must also know her first name and a lot of other things, if he figured out that much.' Vithkun thought to himself and settled his eyes in narrow slits. However if not, he didn't want to give him additional information - Selathil might only know as much and try to feign knowing more, to get Vith to chat too much. "So you've pried information from other drows too - is that how I am to take it?" he asked, and wouldn't be very surprised if that was actually the case.
"Why are you asking me that question father..?" Vithkun frowned and started moving a bit around inside the spire. Selathil had him a bit in a bind here because to succeed his father he had to take a wife... a queen. Ayana was to be that queen and the Crimson Ascend were to hang around her neck - yet Vithkun having given it to Myra would be seen as insolent to say the least.
"I'm a different elf from when I left." Vithkun started, his words turning in a another direction than he had anticipated at first, but truth seemed to be the sharpest weapon in his toolbox right now. "When I left, I saw but only a narrow view of the world we're a apart of. Even High Haven won't thrive if cut off that which nourishes it, and it is not a separate part of this world." his words were increasingly firm, yet still elegant and nimble. "I brought her back with me, because High Haven is not a separate part of this world - I've experienced a city of old inside High Haven - warded by age old magic, yet not of pure elven make. There is a drow city within our borders which has been abandoned for longer than I can imagine. You have to know something about that, father." Vithkun's would feel his words burn in his mouth begging for him to insist on Selathil acknowledging this part of their history.
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Myerla was not disappointed at Karise's explanation, she saw the fondness this drow woman had for her son immediately, and while she thought things had probably not progressed as smoothly as Karise might have told her, she grinned and enjoyed the tale anyway. "He has grown such, even the little I got see of him I can see that has become far better to leave room for other people than himself." Myerla said with a warm smile.
The elf continued her stride a bit before coming to a halt when Karise offered her explanation as to why she has opted to come here, and she inclined her head and frowned with a warm smirk. "Is that really all you will tell me?" she asked surprised by how much she was apparently holding back. Myerla took a long glance at Karise and exhaled from her nose as if there was something she couldn't really decide.
"I once knew a drow very well, I used to write back and forth with her even if Selathil didn't approve." she said and looked inquisitively at Karise again. "She looked... very much like you. Only the hair was different..." she frowned before giving a shrug and a kind smile. "She had a short temper, an iron will and a dedication you wouldn't believe. But if she had a secret, she didn't want to tell, you could rend her flesh to the core without her revealing even a sliver - at least that was my feeling. I've known more than one drow exhibiting that trait, but even so she was remarkably uncompromising, and among the fiercest in protecting those she loved and cared about." Myerla explained and sighed.
"It was a while ago, and I'm just glad that she was not the last drow I got to know - our races share more than we give ourselves credit for." Myerla ended as she bowed down and picked up a dark purple mushroom with almost arrow head like petals extending from its stalk and a head cave in like a bawl. "This one is called Venali Dew Cup. Often when I look around High Haven, I find little things that remind me of her. Small bits that tells me, that what grows in High Haven must be growing in Azela too." she turned her head at Karise. "I once joked that she should eat this if she felt like harming herself, because it will self combust when eaten by an elf, yet she told me that the exact same fungi plant would ease burns and pain when eaten. Funny thing to grow here right?" Myerla handed Karise the fungi for her to look upon 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 Aug 23, 2019 13:52:14 GMT -8
Selathil like all elves was capable of deception, speaking in riddles and going about until one was confused as to what he truly spoke upon. He sought truth from his son even if he denied it himself and the fact that Vith had not pressed the disappearance of the second heir to the throne led him to believe that his act of asking was a formality. One he was not truly concerned with to start. It was interesting to say the least but his face was mirroring that of an undisturbed pond where earlier the ripples had turned into waves. Now it was back to its serene look, one kept indifferent to the world around him.
“Do you believe she is the first to find her way into High Haven?” He answered his son with a question, one that challenged his intelligence but considering what had just occurred he was willing to let much pass, “But she is the first to enter upon the arm of an elf, escorted through the maze of the forests without having to fight and beg her way through. Perhaps she is the craftiest of them all.”
His compliment but barely a compliment it could be taken for so much more and as his passive expression remained during his explanation he knew it to be true. His son had changed, in ways immeasurable, but were they enough. That was what was left to his judgement now. He wished to expand their world, to expand the world of their people, was he right to wish to raise the horizons of the elves, to show them once again that the outside world was not to be feared? Before it brought war and misunderstanding. It was the reason for their isolation now but isolation was killing them, smothering them, giving them as he said a narrow view.
Complacent at first his features became drawn for though his face showed not his age his expression did when he stated he must know of the city. Known but forgotten, and for once he might be honest with his son, “I did once upon a time and I was reminded of it today but its true purpose remains concealed to me Vithkun.”
He still faced the tables as he spoke, “Much of our history has been buried, forgotten in the attempt to alleviate suffering of the harshest kind for in our long memories is our understanding of the world. Fleeting lives do the other races live, humans but a blink of our own and so easily exstinquished, dwarves tarry on for hundreds of years but it is but still a small time for us. Only Drow carry our longevity and yet it is not only distance that separates us now.”
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Myerla seemed fond of the changes she saw within her son, changes that could not be explained easily nor in such a short explanation as she gave her second even worse for its openness. Vith had asked of her to keep their relationship a secret for a time and even if Myerla was overly observant she would not openly betray him. If she was pointing fingers and suggesting she would work about it best as she was able but there was only so much subterfuge she was comfortable and capable of. None of which she wanted to present for within this woman she saw warmth, motherliness, things that had been missed from her childhood and she so wished to warm to now. To cry on a shoulder of one understanding of their plight and of how it must look to others. Still her kindness could only extend so far and to openly accept the fact her son loved a Drow and she loved him was perhaps too far.
“I will tell you nothing but the truth,” she stated in earnest, “But in that I cannot tell you everything.”
Myerla spoke of a Drow then, one she was fond of, and noticed a resemblance. Myra found it unlikely that her relationship would have been formed with a commoner, for a queen would not have doted upon a peasant, especially one of an opposing race. Deducing rather quickly of who she spoke did not confirm or deny her suspicions but the ones clearly present upon the woman’s face made her consider that there was much more to this story than she gave away at first for she had no given no name.
”Do you not speak to her now?”
Taking the fungi from the queen she held it delicately, considerately, she had seen common flowers here in her homeland as well but believed them to grow there for they extended across the landscape of the land and yet some were cultivated such as this. This was one she but rarely saw, and it was deep within the forest. Healers at times reappeared with it. She could not help but smile, small and sweet as she spoke of Myerla’s son, “Vithkun carried with him a tea as well, a flower known to Azea but rare here he said,” she looked to the woman still holding the distinct touch of home within her hand and one of the distinct differences between them within it, “Though it had not the same harrowing effects on elven kind as this.”
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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 Aug 25, 2019 2:55:06 GMT -8
Vithkun frowned of Selathil's 'answer', but he had never been a direct man. If ever he or his brother had asked him something, riddles and metaphorical questions came disguised as answers, and this was no exception. "Well of course not, many others have been inside High Haven, I have proof of that..." he said, though Selathil wasn't done talking. "Are you completely sure of that, father?" he asked to answer his question.
"So you do know..?" Vithkun asked inquisitively and felt a burning desire to be able to pry thoughts from his head as he was able to himself. "You must tell me then, what this suffering is based on. I will have to know the true story of High Haven or... I'll have to find it in another way - another place." Vithkun said, his threats not idle. Would Selathil care for what kind of version Vithkun was told?
"What is it exactly you believe separates us and drows? It's quite clear to me, that High Haven has not always been a pure elven area - even if that is what many here believe today. The coin is still the same coin, even if you flip it and the other side looks a little different, father." Vithkun said, though many more words pushed to get over his lips, he knew that Selathil was not easily coerced into anything. _______________________________________
Myerla would look at her unsurprised. "And in that you're confirming that you're a drow." she said, thought her voice was soft and caring. It was not putting her down, rather pointing to this habit her friend had had too in only carving the truth out and leaving less vital details to the imagination. Yet of course Myerla did not know that Myra was bound to tell the truth by magic.
Her face saddened a bit, and her pearly white complexion grew just slightly grey. "She is not with us anymore, she passed when she gave birth to a daughter. She told me already before the birth, that this would be her last letter, and it was confirmed to me later that she had died. Somehow she knew what was going to happen - I still think of what have become of her child, as shortly after Azea underwent a change in leadership directly influencing her family's station." Myerla explained and gave a reluctant smile. "But I'm going on for too long, am I not?" she said apologetically.
"Ahhh yes, actually my friend told me of its purpose - she was very into alchemy of all sorts. Very useful - so useful actually that the elves here have taken credit for it already!" she chuckled softly. "No, it is quite benevolent when you don't take too much too often. Moon Rose Tea is apparently something drows and elves can share with equal pleasure." she explained, though there was definitely other uses for it as well, as her friend hadn't talked to her about.
"Now Karise..." she turned towards the drow. "What do you desire the most of all?" she asked, such a blunt question would surely knock most elves off their feet.
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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 Aug 26, 2019 20:37:31 GMT -8
Selathil shared not his sons tendency to be restrained and yet for once he was, his glance casual as he asked questions in return and he chose not to answer any of them fully. “I must tell you,” he rounded his words back sending them in the other direction but he was not angry, a wry smile covered his features instead, “You grow bold in your choice of words and now I believe in your actions. Will you search until you reveal everything? I am afraid it will take a great leap in order to uncover that which you seek.”
His mind was full of information but the pathways were burnt. Bridges that he wished to never cross he now faced again but it would take wings to cross them and even as quickly as he worked he was not Icarus.
He shared one thing in common with Icarus, however, and it was his pride. “The same coin,” the undercurrent of rage fluttered on the edge of his words, “Have you seen what the other side of that coin can do? Have you seen the depravity it is willing to go to in order to obtain its goals? Of course you have,” he pushed off from the balcony and put his hands on the table before him raising it and flipping it over sending papers flying across the room, “Every action causes a ripple of effects. The very city you unearthed was buried for a reason and yet you walk into this city, my city,” the volume of his words rose with his anger, “With the side of the coin you see as the same.”
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Myra knew that by confirming her words by showing her the inscription upon her arm would be a detriment to her case and yet she felt inclined to do so, she raised her sleeve as she spoke further about the woman who was no longer with them. Her expression went from unreadable to passively saddened that her assumption was correct and that this woman before her knew much more about her mother than she ever would. She clasped her upper arm with her opposite hand revealing the spell that lingered there still answering her question with a just barely there whisper, “No.”
Unable to fully process her words about the tea itself she cared not who took credit for the moment. Shaken to her core her question was not what took her breath away. She wished to hear more about her mother but asking directly would reveal that it was personal to her.
Raising her arm for her to view she would tell her, “It is only partially by choice, your highness.”
“But it is to your benefit,” she mused as she moved to her actual question, “For when I tell you that which I desire is a constantly revolving answer that even I cannot pinpoint. I wish for vindication, to settle debts which are owed and I fear it leads to a path of revenge in which I would lose all that I want to stand for. I want my people to be safe, to regain their pride for the right reasons,” she was gone now all of her pent up energy being expelled into her words as she began to pace her mind racing, “But I feel as if I am not the one to provide it. When we found the Crimson Ascent I willingly gave it to your Son for I felt and still feel he is the best chance for change. For understanding in the face of adversity and when he asked of me to accompany him and to wear it I did so not out of obligation but because I did not wish to leave him-“
Too far, she’d gone too far, and yet with her eyes watering she found no regret in it. Selathil had broken down her mind far more than she ever thought possible and the exhaustion had allowed her to be more frank than she should have been, “I want him to be happy,” she finally said looking to her without restraint in her, “And I fear my presence will never allow that,” she was admitting this to a woman whom she saw as motherly, who knew her own mother, “And yet here I am still.”
Fingers trailed through her hair in a nervous habit a breakdown eminent it seemed.
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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 Aug 27, 2019 11:46:44 GMT -8
Vithkun almost already knew that he wasn't going to get the answer he had hoped from Selathil - in that he was too fond of making people run through mazes of thoughts chasing nothing but an illusory hope of true information. "Yes. Yes I will, does that scare you father?" Vithkun said and inclined his head in defiance to Selathil. "Actually we will search until we reveal everything, for I'm now sure that High Haven does not hold the entirety of truths." he said, his last words just slightly cold.
As Vithkun heard the anger-lined words he narrowed his eyes. Selathil had always been prideful and he expected resistance, but had all this gotten worse since he left? As the thought went through Vithkun's head and answer was given and Vithkun did not have a chance to argue his before the table was abruptly flipped and a flurry of papers, documents and quills as he took a step back witnessing the growing madness of his father.
"Father, you let your emotions get the best of you." he said, his voice calm, though he started to feel inner turmoil. Could he even be reasoned with, had he come here in vain? "I'll present a more measured answer for you, even if you do not care for reason right now." he said and took a deep breath. "I've seen the depravity, and I've wept - and she wept. But your pride must be starting to reach new heights if you do not think that our own magical prowess do not grant us a terrible power also." he said, trying to maintain his reasonable approach.
"It is not only your city, father, it is your country too - and within that you have a drow city, but difficulty in accepting that. Karise must be a bitter reminder of reality I'm sure, but I can vouch for her and she presents no danger to High Haven or anyone within it." he said and stepped a few paces closer to Selathil raising a small smile.
"There was nothing that I wished more than to bring the Crimson Ascend alone to prove my mettle, but it seemed like history spun a fiction that wasn't true. Only a drow and an elf can wield it together, for it is meant to unite and not divide. If you have any trust in my ability, I'll ask you to show it." Vithkun said hoping to bridge some of the gap that had opened between them. __________________________________
"Ooh..? Is that some kind of drow magic? I haven't seen that before?" Myerla spoke, having no direct knowledge about the seal that affected Karise, but she was quite aware that it was important in some way. Her question seemed to spark a myriad of answers pointing in vastly different directions, the emotions of this drow clearly spilling over the edge, and she suddenly felt a strange sense of care for the ashen elf.
"My dear..." she said with a worried expression but a faint smile appearing shortly after she finished her long rant. "Don't be nervous... Myralthrine..." Myerla said stepping towards Karise, wrapping her arms around her in a warm, motherly hug. "She told me your name in her last letter... If someone like my friend's daughter chose to care about my son, there is not much else I could ask for.". Myerla was clearly much more frail than the toned and strong Myra, yet her body would embrace her with the ease of hot spring water and as she held Myra a soothing and varm voice would appear inside Myra's mind. The slightly more baritone voice revealed a self confident female drow voice - very much akin to the one she had heard when using Marchus' device.
"... I want her to be strong, I want her to live a life of purpose. I don't know what else I could feasibly hope for - Vith and Cass will content for the throne, from what you've told I believe High Haven is in the best of hands there, but after tomorrow Azea will change. I will call her Myralthrine, a name she shares with an ancestor, and a name I give her because I wish her to overcome. Her path won't be covered in rose petals and I can't imagine what hardships she'll face, but I'm sure she'll eventually find out who she is, and when that time comes, I hope she will rise and face the truth with no regrets. My only regret is not being able to give her a better start in life and a mother to care for her, but with this I hope to give her whatever she needs to forge her own path and become stronger and kinder than anyone before her. This is I said my last letter, you've been my friend for so long and if you ever cross paths with such a drow, I hope you'll recognize her. All the best to you and your sons and may the stars light your paths as I'm sure it will light Myralthrine's - or I will damn well make the gods turn their starlight on her myself. Yours, Yazale Beleon."
The voice stopped in her head, the memory conveyed to her was not only the letter, but the letter such as her mother had spun the words in her head, spoken with all of the emotion and love to go with it that her mother felt for Myra at that time. Myra would hear a light sobbing from her shoulder, Myerla letting out a few tears after having shared this memory.
"She loved you so, and believed in you even if she never got to see you grow up..." she squeezed Myra an extra time before slowly releasing her and stepping back. "I... I eased your mind little too, it seemed like your thoughts from the last few days were in disarray..." she sniveled a bit and a smile crept up her face. "I'm glad I found you." a truly relieved smile appeared on Myerla looking at Myra almost in disbelief.
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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 Aug 27, 2019 12:44:50 GMT -8
Reaching his son took examples and first-hand experience it seemed. He stood over the destruction he caused, the table was intact, it would take much more than one simple flip to destroy it. The true horror was whoever had to come in and collect the papers and rearrange them as they were from a novel that was being copied into several other languages. Therefore they would have to compare the pages one by one to the other novel to place them back into the correct order. Calligraphy was one of the prides of the elves and they only had those who were practiced in such to make copies for the library in the palace itself.
When his son had arrived he did so with no understanding of his inner workings, without the knowledge that his time was limited. Selathil had been bounding through time and space to explore other places and worlds to gain knowledge on his own magicks and a greater grasp upon what lingered beneath the surface. Knowledge could be power and yet he buried the shame of his home under layers and layers of despair of facing the truth of the matter. Vithkun had brought a woman to Xaomere who spoke nothing but it and when she showed him the city he knew that she had wept and knew that it was accurate.
Selathil stood before him seeming almost defeated his shoulders dropping forward his posture losing its ruler straight arrangement it normally remained in. “Trust is earned, Vithkun,” he finally spoke before meeting the gaze of his son, “It is given as a child until you betray it and as precocious as you were I knew you would do so not but short of your coming of age but I never expected this. Nor did I expect you to be changed so when you returned to me I believed it would be with the same ignorance I instilled in you when you left. For I have never shared my mind as I should, never cared to burden you with all of that which you would suffer if you were to take my place but it appears I have been mistaken. Your mother is correct as usual that I have held too much back from you.”
“Sit with me a while,” he offered, “I have much to discuss with you and perhaps we can rebuild that which has been lost with stronger supports this time.”
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“It prevents me from speaking anything but the truth,” it was a small answer slipped in before the woman took leave to use her full name, before she released the torrent of her emotions as Selathil had ravaged her mind and left it muddled. The disarray there would not be calmed but by the touch of the motherly woman.
The instant that she had taken her within her arms she stiffened. Then she relaxed, not often had it been she was openly shown affection and in those few short moments this woman had cut her open flaying her like one might with a dear exposing her deepest desires and her concerns and now she showed her such tender kindness that she could do nothing but embrace her in return. Her mothers voice flooded her and so did tears stream down her face. Every word went through her and she held onto the memory memorizing it as if she knew it might be the last she might hear the voice of a woman who had held her but for a moment before her own life was forfeit for her own.
“I am glad as well,” her silence was broken but her words strong coming through the waterworks for she had nothing else she could say except in this, “You have given me something more precious than I could have ever imagined.”
You have reminded me of who I am through my mother as well, this she did not say, but in it she knew her father could not remain trapped as he was now. She would remain as long as possible, attempt to support Vithkun in his endeavors but to betray the man who asked after her well-being even if her birth had caused the death of his wife was not within her. She would save him, no matter the cost.
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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 Aug 29, 2019 13:53:06 GMT -8
For the remainder of their time together that evening Selathil and Vithkun discussed the ins and outs of High Haven yet also what had happened on their journey, and though Selathil would always be Selathil, at least as they spoke they seemed to slowly grow in trust to each other. Concerns and advice was shared, and especially Selathil would be sharing a lot more knowledge and wisdom with Vithkun that he had ever done before. Having much to consider, Vithkun gave his father a tight hug as he left for the evening to find Myra - the two going to have to make their way back to his mansion. There they could enjoy an informal dinner and talk things out that had happened today. Vithkun sure hoped that his mother had not been wearing Myra out with her tales, but being much easier to read and predict than his father, he was relatively at ease with letting Myra and Myerla walk together.
Vith came strolling back into the courtyard in front of the Thousand Lights Halls with a far more content smile on his face that before he had walked in there, hoping to find Myra in better shape too. Vithkun had instructed the servants to fetch their horses and a couple of guards would be following them back. "So, is the prince back in his father's favors again?" a slightly condescending voice spoke from behind him, Garda standing behind him with his hands on his back. "It wasn't exactly a situation for the family painting we all saw in there..." he said and lifted a brow with a wry smile as Vithkun turned around reluctantly to face him.
"In your position I'm not surprised you'll have to ask, never being able to truly comprehend the complex relations of a ruling family." Vithkun said, his lips curling upwards just a fraction locking eyes with him. "Well, if you don't have a few stingy words about Karise to top it off with, I suggest you go polish the bronze figures in your office." Vithkun's smirk widening and Garda's stiffening as the officer turns around and briskly takes his leave. Feeling more confident in his father and the trust he might receive from Selathil, he had been empowered to tell Garda off properly and felt great about 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 Aug 29, 2019 18:15:48 GMT -8
Myra fared as well with his mother the two sitting on a bench by the time Vith arrived. Myra asked questions about her mother and Myerla answered as well as she possibly could. She used her full name once and Myra would ask her to shorten it. Not soon after did she discuss her name sake and explain she was the first of the ashborn to her knowledge. Myerla may have known better than to push farther than that but it did not take much for Myra to tell her of the city. Explaining it this time instead of showing it she softened some of the blow and Myerla turned a paler shade than before. Like her husband there were things that were not brought up in some time and fell to the back burner.
When Vithkun entered the clearing it was to the joy of his mother who would rise and embrace him again. When she did so she would whisper something within his ear, Myra could not hear it due to the dampening spell but she did not need to in order to know the woman meant well no matter what she said.
“Your highness,” Myra would greet Vith more formally using his title but not bowing in front of his mother because she now knew the truth as well, something she would need to reveal soon as she was sure his father had not been tight lipped in his knowing of it.
Once Myerla had her fill of observing her son the two were allowed to take their leave even if she hounded them about propriety and appearances before they left, something Vith might question but Myra did not. Myerla was too knowing for her to be fooled by them simply not being close to one another.
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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 Sept 1, 2019 11:01:17 GMT -8
It seemed that Vithkun had not noticed Myra and Myerla sitting over in a corner of the courtyard having a chat, and neither did they seem to have caught eye on Vithkun who had told Garda off. AS Vithkun turned around after letting out a sigh of relief he was immediately met with his mother's loving embrace. "Mother..!" he said surprised, and even as she hugged him, and Vithkun hugged her back, he noticed Myra sitting on a bench close by and his eyes caught hers for a moment, as if they had been lost and now found. Vithkun opened his eyes wide as she whispered in his ear and put her chin on his shoulder again before she withdrew. Did she really say that? He shook his head a bit with a wry smile drawing her close to him again to whisper back.
"She's... very precious to me too." his voice muted, but Myerla let out a soft smile as Vithkun offered her one back. Vithkun smiled back as she once again called him 'your highness', words that seemed to fit another time and another place altogether and he smiled knowingly.
"We will take our leave, mother. I'm happy to see you both look content, and I was able to have a pleasant conversation with father." he announced, his words still carrying a bit of surprise - shock even. As Myerla wished them both goodbye, Vithkun would mount his horse, expecting Myra to follow suit. When exiting two guards follow Vithkun and Myra in due distance, but despite a couple of curious smiles directed at Myra, Vithkun delayed sating his appetite for asking what they had been discussing. Perhaps there was a better place.
After a little while Vithkun would stop his horse and looked at Myra. "It is not late yet, the sun is still up for a few more hours. There is a special place in Excelmere I'd like to show you. There's food, drinks and I'm not aware of any place that will replenish your energy and have you relaxe better than that place. It's a great spot for us to talk as privately as we want and in a beautiful scenery." Vithkun said, and he couldn't stop putting a slightly tempting tone into his voice in case Myra had been hard set on going straight back to his mansion. "If it's a 'yes', we'll be turning right here." he smiled, leaving it to Myra if she was up for that.
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