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 Sept 1, 2019 15:15:23 GMT -8
The courtyard they were in was semi-hidden by the greenery but when Vith made his want to enter known they would split and both would see them. That was when his mother rose seeing Garda leave but not privy to their conversation. Myra had looked up as quickly as she had and noticed it her brows furrowing but in front of mixed company she was choosing not to mention it, at least until they were alone. Heading their way after a moment she could not hear what was whispered but heard Vith's words. Myerla was very well aware that she cared for her son but now that he expressed that she rather figured that it was open to his mother at the very least. His father was more questionable.
"Thank you again, Myerla," she chose not to address her formally and to take her hand one last time squeezing it. Her mother and her had been friends and now she would continue that tradition. There would be no formality between them after what was shared until they were in other comany and her son did not count as one that either needed to pretend in front of.
"Oh?" She would question his conversation with his father as they rounded about to meet the horses. Both of which had been patiently waiting for both of them. As they left then paused she would listen to him, "To find a chance to be alone seems what might be rare here, I would gladly follow you anywhere for a moment of peace between us."
Agreeable she would turn with him keeping her hands upon her own reins as there were still those around them that might be watching. The trees spoke, the river babbled, and others were quite insistent on making certain their business was theirs as well in order to tell those who they spied for.
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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 6, 2019 10:10:24 GMT -8
Vithkun gave a satisfied smile and pulled the reigns of his horse lightly, the horse reacting willingly as if it was in on the idea. “Well then just follow me..." he said and smirked as the two guards behind them looked at each other surprised but opted to follow without asking. "It's not that far from here." Vithkun said secretively and lead them both on a road and before long they were approaching what seemed to be the edge of the giant plateau that Excelmere sat on. "We're not here for the view only, but we have to go all the way to the edge." he said and smiled to Myra. As the elves did so, Myra would see that not only did a grand view over the canyon open up before her, but an engraved paved road running beneath vines went down to a huge cluster of marvelously shaped buildings. The vertical wall ran to their right and only a decorative railing kept them from a drop that scaled hundreds of feet to an only barely visible river in the bottom. "Ahh, the Li Edhile, the Sacred Baths!" he said as they descended down the side of the plateau. "This is the place you go if you wish to heal both mind, body and soul - and do it in the most comfortable way imaginable." Vithkun added with a wry grin. "It's a public bath house, but of course where we're going is the Royal Ablutionary - a little bit more private. We'll have a nice dinner afterwards." he said as he made halt before the two elven guards that stood in front of the main entry. "I'd like to book time in the Royal Ablutionary." he said and swung himself off the horse, the guards bowing deeply signally them to follow as Vithkun smiled at Myra.
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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 Sept 6, 2019 18:28:51 GMT -8
The crown prince of his people was surely guarded well, but it was not for his safety from his own people, for he’d been allowed to leave the lands without such a guard, but for danger that walked by his side now. They would not be left alone unless he specifically requested it and even then it could be seen as an issue. If they decided to keep things under wraps than presenting themselves as distant from one another would be wise. Myerla may have known of their connection, and his father soon enough, but the judgement of his people frightened her. She had been an outcast her entire life and she never wished for him to face such from his own people.
Never glancing back to the guards she could feel their eyes, and knew their basic emotions from the way she stretched out her power. It was exhausting for it took her own will to keep it in check but as her mind was calmed it was easier to do so than earlier. Selathil had not intentionally caused her to start to break apart but he had no mercy in his wrath.
Drawn from her thoughts by pure curiosity when he began to discuss it she would say, “Where are you taking me?”
It was clear after a few moments they’d arrived at the baths, there was a warmth that exuded from the area. Swinging down from her horse as he discussed the baths themselves she would smile. For once she felt relief in his ideas for this seemed like one she could handle. A dip in warm water and a moment of peace and quiet where she could allow herself to be lost in it.
“Both of us could use that,” when he mentioned healing that was on her mind first and foremost and if she could have touched his arm she would have but the way her eyes traveled down him he might know her worry, his scars had been pulled back together but they were uncertain if they’d been healed properly yet as he had left earlier but his movements today had been done well but she could not ask after his pain without letting anyone know she was aware and bringing attention to it.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Sept 7, 2019 7:15:30 GMT -8
"Isn't that the truth?" Vithkun answered with a smile and turned to the guards, a nod asking them to stay outside for the duration, before they were followed up stairs and entered through large sliding doors, the doors closing behind them as they stepped into the spacious rooms of the Royal Ablutionary. Vithkun took a few steps around looking around as a smile crept up his face. "This is truly nostalgic, it's been years since I was here last time, but it looks the same to me." he said and dived into a chair in the room which seemed to open up to a screened terrasse with a beautiful view over the valley and a large spa.
"There are fresh fruits in the bowls and the wine is exquisite of course." he gestured around the room, plenty of little tables containing fruits, nuts, treats and elven wine were at their disposal. "I guess we should get ready. There is a dressing room with facilities for cleaning on both sides, one for women and one for men - there will be an assortment of bathing clothes in there depending on what you prefer." Vithkun said and got up, taking a casual bite of an apple and smirked at Myra. "See you in a bit..." he said and disappeared into the dressing room on his side.
It didn't take him long to pick the right clothes, a dark blue loin cloth of light yet sturdy quality that wouldn't hug the skin too tightly. Vithkun stepped out confident that he would be the first to step out. His scars were showing, and though they were no longer open, they were more pronounced than they had been through before his visit to the lost drow city. He stepped up to the spa and took a deep breath, the fresh air filling his nostrils and the view was pleasurable to say the least. Yet he could feel his scars again, it was as if something still worked to open them up and suddenly a voice in his mind called out to him.
'Vithkun, that's not the way. Turn around.' it whispered and Vithkun turned around in shock. It wasn't Myra, she was still to exit the dressing room. Vithkun felt a faint breeze coming from the large round elven carving on the rock wall - a carving he had noticed when he was younger, but was never explained. The symbols for fire, water and growth was there and yet... Those were not just put there random and he felt a strange pull towards although the voice was no longer present.
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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 Sept 7, 2019 7:30:24 GMT -8
"Things rarely seem to change with long memories," she observed looking to the spa itself, "There are things even the elders say have never been changed in their memories." It was a beautiful place and the wine was tempting but she decided not to partake in order to keep her wits about her. She was willing to allow her charade to drop if only for a few short moments here alone with him where she felt it might be rare for another to interrupt. His brother was occupied and his mother and father had other things to discuss together rather than come to the baths. Therefore she could be happy that it would be in private that they were together if only for a short time.
Heading the way he pointed she would agree but not with a smirk more of joking manner in which she teased him, "You purposefully getting into water again would be interesting to see."
Finding the clothes that were offered she was appalled at some of the selection. To her knowledge elves were modest but there was hardly anything that met that description in the places she looked. Finally settling upon something it was much less revealing than when they had dived back into the warm water in the caves. It was but a short time ago and yet it felt like so long since they had entered the borders of the elven kingdom. Raising up the fabric it had been treated to dry quickly and was smooth as butter against her skin. It was silver, a color that would not suit most of the elves that came here. A one piece it had a full bottom but a sharp v that came down between her breasts just beneath them. It wrapped around the sides and then dipped in the back as well.
Brushing out her hair with her fingers until she found a brush there meant for the purpose she would grab a towel before heading out to the main area. Barefoot now Vithkun would get a proper look at the length of her legs, the sturdiness of her form in decent light, and the falsehood of raven hair upon her skin. Pausing as she exited to take in the view it was truly breathtaking, but another had her eyes a moment later as she walked about to the steps. Since he was fully submerged there was some dysmorphia to the view in the water and she would take a few steps in adjusting to the water slowly, "I can see why you wanted to come here," she held onto the rail as she came down, "It truly is beautiful."
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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 8, 2019 13:05:07 GMT -8
Their bathing experience would indeed be kept between the two of them and no one else. Other guests couldn't peek in from any angles and once booked, no one else were allowed in for the time being. In the drawers Myra might find most clothes to be overly revealing, yet the purpose of coming to Li Edhile was to let the water dowse upon one's skin - not to keep it from making contact. It was usually as cathartic as it was comfortable, but elves also viewed this as an opportunity to cast many binds, mental as well as physical. Some places in the baths had private spas only for one, others for two and yet again others for very many - some of them beckoned that the elves met the experience as nature created them. The water in Li Edhile was not the same in every place, and while some waters cured physical illnesses, other waters in different rooms carried thoughts and anxiety with it down to the streaming river beneath.
Vithkun had been standing there, perplexed by the odd mural and trying to think back on the few times his father had pointed to it and mentioned it - what had he said? But as Myra stepped out his head turned as if it had no where else to go. Her shape was formidably elegant, yet also hardy and the bathing suit she had found complimented her features well. Lending himself a brief pause from pondering the inscription he stepped into the water with Myra as she gazed upon the mighty view and put his arm around her waist. "The view could cure blindness, they say." he joked and chuckled feeling the water immediately embrace his body and he felt comfortable as if cradled, and he slid down a little more into the water until his shoulders were covered too.
However something didn't feel right and he was unable to fully enjoy it, an anxiety settling within his body as his eyes kept darting towards the mural. What was the voice he had heard, and what was the thing about it? The signs were odd, it was if they were all connected so you could... "Trace them with your finger!" Vithkun suddenly exclaimed and and looked Myra in the eyes with an intense gaze and hurried up to the large mural, starting to trace the lines as a golden spark followed in its wake.
"There!" he said and took a step back, as suddenly it lit up and the solid rock turned to a growth of vines, that turned to a burning inferno in the next moment before in the end water enveloped the fire and turned to mist in the heat, leaving only a seven feet tall circular opening that lead into the bedrock. He turned towards Myra as he felt the breeze on his skin, like the calm breathing of someone expecting him.
"This must seem very wrong considering I promised something comfortable - but I believe there is something or someone down here calling out to me." he said reluctantly and gave a smirk. "I think this tunnel is leading into the heart of the healing springs, that provides Li Edhile with its water." Vithkun fully turned to Myra, something drawing him to walk this path, yet scaring him senseless. "Can I ask you to follow me? I do not say this lightly, but I'm..." he bit his lip. "I'm afraid to go myself, I need your strength in this. In whatever is calling to me down there." Vithkun took Myra's hands and squeezed 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 Sept 9, 2019 7:34:02 GMT -8
Vithkun's gaze may have been drawn to her when she entered just as hers was drawn to him. What she found was a worsening of a condition that was not his fault, and she damned his past life for scarring him so where he had no choice but to try and find repentance. For what though was still unknown and as she looked to him her expression thankfully rather blank she was considering what had caused such an event to occur. Walking down with him she wondered if he had seen himself before he entered, or had he been attempting to put it from his mind? Elves were vain creatures and surely he had passed stone polished well enough to see his own features. His joke did not get a response even if she joined him within the water. She had been about to speak before he half shouted an exclamation about his discovery.
It silenced her if only for a short while as he dashed off to a mural on the wall. Watching him go her brows furrowing at his excitement he worked his fingers along the lines until he achieved the desired result. One that was born in magic and had her stepping back as flames worked their way along the stone before leaving an opening in which they might pass. The rush of air from inside that was not stale told her there may be another way out. With this revelation she was silenced once more as he asked her to follow him.
"I trusted you when I myself could not see," she remembered so clearly the blinding light, and how he held her close to him drawing upward in order to reassure their steps, "I trust you in this as well. I would not let you go alone unless you had asked me not to accompany you."
His hands within hers she raised one kissing his knuckles before lowering it only releasing the one she had not kissed as they left the soothing water to follow whatever called to him. When he was raised from the water again she could not hold back anymore and she would say softly, "Your scars are worsening since the city."
What she did not say aloud was her worry that it was her fault, that their path was not the right one and that her presence was what was so damning to his own body. If they were to deepen further would they ever be pulled back together again?
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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 10, 2019 8:27:16 GMT -8
A load was lightened from Vithkun's chest and he felt like he was able to breathe just a little bit easier now that he was sure of that. It wasn't so much that he doubted her, but actually that he doubted himself - a trait he showed only rarely and was unsure how people would react to it. Especially Myra. "I'm happy..." he said with a content smile, his heart softening as she put her lips to his knuckle and he would squeeze her hand back and place the first few steps into the tunnel. He felt like he could move forwards a little more confidently again.
The path was paved with squares of riffled stone and the carved out bedrock tube was damp and a light mist had gathered inside the tunnel. There was no light, but both of them were able to navigate - if not by perfect eyesight through Vithkun's eyes, then by the handrails on either side. Vithkun had not immediately answered Myra's concern but after sighing he reluctantly returned an answer to her.
"I would like to say, that it was because I left the healing house too early and that I just need more time... But in truth they closed my scars quite quickly, and I felt no improvement the many hours I lay there. I heard the leading healer talk about how odd that was too - earlier they've been able to do much better." he said slightly downcast and glanced at Myra, who seemed even more downcast than himself.
Vithkun put his arm around her back and drew her in a little closer. "If anything, I think your presence gives my the strength to keep the worst symptoms at bay." he smiled and leaned his head in to touch hers. "I spoke with father, and he appeared concerned about my scars, but he didn't want to say much about it - only that he had been looking wide and far for a remedy, but was yet to succeed." Vithkun said as suddenly the path came to an end in front of a pitch black slope with little blue gemstones adorned on the roof and walls giving off just a bit of light to reveal the sudden 45 degree decline. They would both hear the whispering of water running from slits on the floor continuing down the slope.
"Is this some kind of joke? Are we supposed to go this way?" he asked and looked around, but there were no other ways. He got down on one knee and inspected the surface of the slope, and it seemed slick, slippery and even in its surface and her returned a glance to Myra. "Are you still sure, you want to follow? This might tickle your guts a little..." he gave 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 Sept 10, 2019 11:05:30 GMT -8
Vithkun may not have been able to see in the tunnel but without he handrail she would have guided him. Why they crafted something without a source of light was beyond her. The dim entrance was well lit enough for him and they heard water in the distance as they kept walking. He spoke as they moved and before they left the light he turned back to her in order to express his opinion drawing her in towards him in order to comfort her. She should have been comforting him but for the life of her she was happy that she was facing the darkness and her expressions were hidden for should she have told him her own thoughts it may have made his own fade.
Her presence may have helped him mentally but in no small way she felt responsible for the way that they were not healing, the healers even noticed the severe difference and his father offered no true guidance as he was not even certain as to how to make them fade. Once she believed that it was righting the wrongs of his ancestor but what if they saw those differently. What if what his ancestor had done wrong was believing in others that he should have never placed his faith in? Was Vith wrong as well?
“Then we will search as well,” it was all she could offer until her fears were confirmed and if it was truly her that made them worse she would seek to remedy that, how she could no say aloud for surely she would falter.
When they found the stones she was given a clearer picture than him. Reaching up to the stones and then the bottom where Vith focused his attention on was smooth. She let out a half laugh having figured out the invention before it was truly clear. It broke her out of her myriad of darker thoughts to remember the brooks she used to go to as a child. The rocks had been worn down such as this from old lines which had came off the river to deliver water to the villages below. She’d used them to slide down the earth water still flowing.
“Very sure,” she reassured him her smile coming in through her voice, “In fact,” she told him slipping past him gracefully, “I’ll go first.”
The elves weren’t vindicative and she was fairly certain she was right, and if anyone were to be injured again she’d prefer it to be her, but as she began to go downward she let out pealing laughter. No one could keep a sour mood as they flew down the slopes. Once she was ascertained the bottom was safe and she landed well she would shout out, “It’s fine! Come on!”
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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 11, 2019 5:53:27 GMT -8
Vithkun frowned surprised as Myra slipped passed him and jumped into the tube so readily. "W-wait..!" Vithkun said as he heard her mirth sliding down the ramp. He hadn't expected her to be so willing to do it, at least they could have done it together or something. She didn't even know if there was something dangerous at the bottom - but then again why would there be? This was a land of healing, a pit of spikes was not a common elven contraption at the end of a water slide.
As Myra flew down the slide she would have to pass several sharp twists and turns - some so sharply bent that she would ride on the side of the tube. Eventually though she would pass a turn slide into a small pool of water designed to stop the forwards movement. The slide was quite long and even yelling into the tube, Vithkun would only hear her words very faintly. He sighed deeply sat down on the edge of the tube and crossed his arms in front of him - he hesitated slightly yet some sort of silent calling hit his mind once again and he closed his eyes and slid into the unknown.
A series of bumps and sudden bends later Vithkun was chaotically launched into the pool at the bottom, only head first and stomach down as he had been thrown around inside the tube. Popping his head up from the pool Vithkun brushed his soaked hair away from his face. "That was downright horrible! How in the world did you enjoy that hell ride?" he asked though he couldn't help but chuckle a little too. "Where are we though?" he said and looked around, as he pulled himself from the pool and up onto the grassy ground around them. "Grass?" he exclaimed though his surprise would not seize there as they had arrived inside a huge cave, little white glowing crystal placed all around the dome and on the ground. It complimented the flowers, vine and bushes that grew even on the roof.
Vithkun bend down and placed his palm beneath a leaf. "This is extraordinary, I've never seen this. There are tiny crystals growing from petals too..!" he said amazed and looked up. "Could we be directly beneath the Thousand Lights Hall?" he popped the question to himself. As they looked around they would both however see a large lake with calm waters and a small grassy island in the middle around two hundred feet out. It was hard to see, but there was a small tree and a piedestal with what looked to be an old book placed on it.
"That book..." Vithkun said and narrowed his eyes. "I feel like it's important, that it can tell me something I need." he turned to Myra, his expression both worried and determined. "I'm heading out there." he said and started dipping his feet in the water, which quickly became much deeper and would reach his chest. However the further he went out into the lake, the warmer the water got and already a few steps out, the water was almost too hot to proceed longer, Vith feeling his scars throbbing groaning from the lack of ability to go any further.
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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 Sept 11, 2019 6:10:43 GMT -8
Landing in the water at the bottom she was able to get her feet underneath her popping up in the low water to stand and yell back into the slide. Walking to the edge she moved onto the grass looking up to the ceiling, as he surmised she was already guessing that this place was far from where they began. Glancing upward into the growth that overtook the ceiling and then the floor she walked carefully in order to avoid the crystals growing everywhere. Given only a moment to observe it upon her own when Vith came flying out the tube she dissolved into laughter. There was no holding back the onslaught as she let out a spurt of mirth that seemed beyond her at times even having to clench her abdomen as she shook at the sight of it.
"Because I went feet first," she explained when she was able to speak, "We had something similar in Azea, long tubes once meant for water from a stream that had dried up long ago, it found a new beginning but was only a sparse reminder of what it once was, still it went through them again and I used them to slide down the hills there."
Trusting in elven design as she had then Drow it was why she leaped feet first and took the faith that was necessary to give in to a more childish side of herself. Reachign over she would move one of the strands he missed flattening it with a smile, "Maybe," she answered his rhetorical question about the hall being above them giving it high consideration as it was certainly possible, "Alright," she did not follow into the water but the first few feet until it was upon her waist. Reaching forward to feel it the extreme warmth that began worried her and when he paused she held her breath.
"Vith?" Her concern overcame her own worry for her safety and she trodded out after him until she was beside him. Where he might stand she trod water the warmth overcoming all other senses and filling her. It was not yet quite as painful to her as it was to him. Taking deep breaths it would become scalding if they went further and yet he was called, therefore it must be done, perhaps his spell of protection was what kept her from feeling it as strongly, "Can you go on?" She asked this not to insult him but to offer to do it herself, or pull him along behind her if necessary.
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