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 Jun 16, 2019 13:29:20 GMT -8
Desolate was accurate, the city was decrepit. Empty of life and void of any presence of anything other than whispers and lifeless accusations of what life once haunted its streets. It contained secrets that both pondered without knowing the true nature of what lay within the hollow buildings. Neither could refuse to not venture further for the very mystery pried away at their nature for the truth like one peeled away layers of an onion. Each only revealing a slight piece until one found the core.
Myra appeared beside Vith coming up the stairs and he issued a challenge. His sword was out but she drew no weapon for she was not afraid of being attacked, not quite yet, but she could not explain the reasoning behind it. It was a drow city, once inhabited by her people, the fact she could step here was amazing enough to her with what was written upon her arms. Brushing the spell of banishment absentmindedly her hand trailed over it subconsciously asking the same question.
Nodding to Vith as they paused beneath the smithy sign she would make note of something that was uncertain to her, “If there have been other elves here I have seen no sign of their presence, no other visitors that have been destroyed by this town. Perhaps they were drawn into the same trap, perhaps they weren’t, but I think we have no other choice for if we back away now I will be branded by own cowardice.”
They followed the swinging signs, turning this way and that and heading up towards the higher sections of town, several winding staircases brought them closer to the true height of the city itself. Passing larger and larger homes she would say absentmindedly, “We head towards the Lord’s home if this is not unsimilar to current design.”
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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 Jun 18, 2019 3:38:08 GMT -8
"We need to find the answer to this - that much is certain." Vithkun answered Myra as he scaled another set of stairs continuing the long way up into what was most likely the finer quarters of the city. The size and view he'd see when getting a bit higher up was exhilarating, and squinting a bit he could imagine this place full of drows going about their daily routine.
"The Lord's home?" Vithkun said and rubbed his chin. "Are drow cities that predictable in their layouts?" the question a jest but also he was impressed that she sounded so sure. "You think the old lord will sit there in his rocking chair all bones and greet us with a cup of freshly made tea?" Vithkun asked with a smirk - this thing starting to seem slightly absurd to him. What did these sign-creaking phantoms want with them?
"I noticed you brushed your arm before, you have that mark that forbids you to return to your homeland and yet... it seems like you're welcome here. What does that tell you?" he asked casually. "Well, of course if it's a trap, there's no reason to banish anyone from entry..." he chuckled, the vibrations casting back and forth from the naked stone walls breaking the silence in an obvious way.
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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 Jun 18, 2019 12:34:37 GMT -8
It would take them over an hour to make the walk if they were but slowly winding their way up around the city waiting on the next creaking to alert them to their new direction. The farther they walked the more sullen that Myra appeared as she contemplated the end goal of whatever was leading them doing it. Vith questioned her jokingly attempting to lighten the mood and he received but a tight smile for his efforts but it was much more than he would have ever received before.
“Not so predictable but the general location is always near or at the highest point. It is a method of viewing the city and being able to be the most defensible point if there is anyone who makes their way into the city. Though this has shown no destruction, no forced entry, there is just but the whispering of days gone by. I have seen shadows on our way up, heard things, and as much as I might like to ignore them I think you see them too.”
As he joked about the skeleton she let out a half laugh which was more forced air than anything, “I would like to say yes but you know I cannot.”
They walked into a wide lower courtyard. All the city had been set in a loosely spider like formation and all points seemed to lead to here where there were homes that opened to it. There were no doors leading off the courtyard itself, no homes opened into it, only the streets. They came from a center opening to see a half circle with the round portion along the openings. At the back half was a long wall, over 70 meters wide at least with a staircase that stretched six within the center. The ground was raised on either side of the wall making it another level. Dark railings led from the edge of the stairs around the sides blocking it off.
The second higher courtyard was deeper and there was not quite a palace but a home large enough to be a mansion that was built into the mountain itself with the design centered and made to where one could not tell where the stone of the mountain began and where it started. Wide wooden doors were at the center and long windows decorated its countenance to allow in as much light as the day might allow. The area before it had long wide pavers and sections of shrubbery to section off fountains and walking paths through gardens which were withering from lack of attention. Myra knew this to be the Lord’s home and as it had no yard behind it they had settled for the front serving it. As they had walked into the lower courtyard she’d answered Vith, “Trap or no it is not a part of Azea itself, or perhaps it does not recognize it, but I keep expecting it to flare up.”
If the seal began to take effect it would be most painful and her guarded expression expressed her worry.
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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 Jun 18, 2019 13:36:36 GMT -8
It was a long walk up and it made for pondering a lot of the things they had experienced throughout their journey, and thinking back this place is no less scary than many of the other places they had been - but it got to both him and Myra in a different way. Things they thought they knew, was being turned upside down with no explanation, and that might be a dangerous thing while exploring the unknown.
"Being invaded... It seems like drows think more like humans than elves do." Vithkun smirked and glanced at Myra. "If anyone got as far as to cross into High Haven, the pride of our defenses being broken would be in shambles and we'd most likely congratulate whomever managed as such." he spoke, his jesting not that easy to out although it wasn't that far from the truth in some cases.
After a while it seemed as if the two reached a special place within the city - highest point and also the most central. "This is a typical human view on how to rule - closest to god and the center of civilization..." Vithkun's voice not impressed. "Still I'm sure they'd scoff of our architecture also - but I think this being a ruin and the rest of High Haven still standing may speak of which is the most effective way of thinking." he spoke, not quite able to not sound too smug though he knew not the truth.
"Tell me if something happens to it... I might be able to do something to at least soothe it." Vithkun said worried as they crossed through the two courtyards standing inside what had been a lord's home. "There are no more creaking signs, but I guess there are nowhere else to go than forwards huh?" Vithkun scratched his head, his sword sheathed a long time ago, but thinking they might be close to the something or someone who had lured them to this place, he considered unsheathing it again as precaution.
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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 Jun 18, 2019 13:57:16 GMT -8
As they passed into the secondary courtyard towards the doors they flung open. Rather forcefully with no true sign that anyone had thrust them so and no breeze that passed by either of them to give them an inkling that it had happened before. The handles were not harmed, the lock was still in place with no signs of forced entry. Myra almost hesitated but did not crossing the barrier into the home.
“It is not only a human view then but that is not fully the view on it either,” she informed him amused at the way he rambled trying to sort them out, “It is because it is the center that it is settled that way, you are never farther from one side than the other and you are able to bring all together without inconveniencing one more than the other at the edges of society. It is meant to be a symbol, of course, but we worship no God and therefore the high ground is not wholly important but in a city such as this I would assume it to be here as we have found it.”
Passing over the threshold they were greeted with a wide entry way. Beautiful in its emptiness there was one circular table in the center of something that ran the length of the home separating it into two wings. It was wide and graceful with floors of one stone and the walls made of a plaster like material that was textured in soft blues that might not have been expected here. Upon the center table rested an old vase nothing within it when they left. A door opened on the right leading to another hall and while down it another opened to the left. The smaller hall was the same as the first, rather plain in appearance compared to the rest of the city. Perhaps this was not what she thought it was for it to be so empty.
Walking towards the open door she would say wearily, “It seems they are not quite done guiding us just yet.”
Grouping whatever it was that led them into a group seemed appropriate until they had a better explanation of it. The secondary door led to what Vithkun had asked for, a library.
As they passed through the door a fire began to roar, coming to life instantly in the center of the room. It was laid out with a center point as most things seemed to be within Drow society. The room challenged all preconceived notions of just how far the home itself could stretch into the mountainside itself. Within the center of the room was a rounded flume, metal in appearance a wide base of two meters stretching outward in a sphere made of what appeared to be glass the edges smoothed and rounded and two feet in height. Within it were shards of the very same glass filling it and allowing flame to be dispensed around them reaching upward but a few centimeters rising to well over thirty within the center gradually. Above it about three meters high was a tube, shining metal that appeared like stainless as wide as the glass and heading straight upward. No smoke came off the fire but it might have been a flume for it originally. It only lit the immediate area as they walked inside.
They could see on either side of it long bookcases, all in the same metal. They stretched upward towards a ceiling made cave like in appearance with crystal deposits that did not reflect the light well. They rose upward and out toward the rows placed about five feet from one another and going well beyond a hundred down through the hall to Myra’s sight, and about twenty to what Vith could see. They extended outward at least one hundred meters. As they began to pass shelves there would be light that lit in each hall, bright ones hung from the ceiling in dropped pendants filled with a liquid that sensed their presence. It would be as if the day were inside each making every system clear to him once they passed. Vith could not see a system in the way things were shelved until he looked higher along the shelves for it rested not at eye level but at about 3 1/2 meters high, and then once again at about one meter high. Enough for a child to be able to sort it.
After the first flume was a second but it did not light until they met the first. While they passed the shelves Vith could look down them and see in between them that there were seating areas full of low backed couches, tables and chairs, but they were on the far side of each. Between the first and second flume was a long table, set at counter height and made of glass it seemingly floated with no legs beneath it. Myra had not seen this type of magic before and nothing would be apparent within it until one touched the table itself.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Jun 19, 2019 12:23:59 GMT -8
The answer to Vithkun's question would come promptly as they doors opened at the end of the courtyard and standing with his hands behind his back a small breath of air would leave his mouth and a faint smile appear. "Indeed." the elf following Myra and quickly added. "Although I'd say 'goading' would be a better word for this - guiding would imply that we knew they'd have benevolent intentions." the elf smiled to himself before whispering. "Don't assume too much although it may seem homely..." Vithkun warned Myra.
Stepping inside the fire started to roar from the large flume in the center and even Vithkun couldn't but squint and take a half step back from his surprise. Continuing ahead Vithkun would see bookcases and... more bookcases stretching as long as he was able to see, and quite likely a lot longer in the eyes of Myra with the distance being cloaked in darkness and odd contraptions only lighting up the immediate areas they were attending.
"The lord of this place loved books even more than Gandrys..." he jested quietly although he was impressed with the grandeur of this place - but also appalled with the rude and harsh style. "Now if my father have been involved in covering this up, I'm quite sure it would take no more than a single glance in these hall before he decided to - regardless of what secrets they contain - cover it up for all eternity." Vithkun's words smug, and a smug love of everything stylish and beautiful was an unfortunate trait both he had his father had in common.
Between the lit and unlit flume was a long table... or at least the table plate, as it was hovering above the ground with no legs to support it. Squinting Vithkun tried to assess if it was an illusion or simply a peace of impressive - but perhaps also redundant - magic. "You have such tables back home..?" Vihtkun smirked, he expression immediately telling him 'no', and he took a few steps closer to the table assessing it once more with his gaze before carefully putting his palm down over the table without yet touching and wondered what was going to happen if he put a little weight onto it - would it hold its position?
With a devious smirk he'd turn around and sit down onto the floating table plate put almost all his weight onto it, secretly hoping to prove drow magic weak and fragile, so he could gloat and tease Myra 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 Jun 19, 2019 17:15:55 GMT -8
When he’d mentioned goading he’d received naught but the faintest look of apprehension and irritation, not expressed at him but at the sentiment that perhaps that was what was happening. His blathering occasionally landed on something very real and while he teased relentlessly and moved the focus she could not. Invisible strings tugging on the city to bring them here, to where he’d asked to go earlier and she had not heard, was odd enough. Being guided to a library of all things that carried no clear sign of why their presence was required was just... odd.
“Do you think so little of its simplicity?” He mocked the design as he stepped farther into it. Each aisle took to lighting as he passed it making it clear and bright and easy to see down them to see blinding that had been well cared for over the years. It was plain, yes, but beautifully sorted in its own manner and she saw a kindness to its sterility that he did not. How could he when he was raised upon the land of High Haven, a land where the more intricate and preposterously impossible a design was to copy made it all the more desirable. While she could not deny there was beauty there, there was also beauty in this.
He answered his question next as he perched languidly on the thick glass his bottom roundly settling over the edge. It showed no give, no movement when he did so, and he’d yet to put flesh upon it, only cloth, therefore it carried no reaction. Glancing over at his smirk she truly wished to smack it off his face in an instant. He was being lighthearted to cheer her, or to make things easier to face here when he was shown such deception by the city never being mentioned before, but she could not see anything but disrespect. Still to change his opinion there were other ways.
Approaching where he sat she separated his knees with her hands pushing them aside so she could come quite close her hands resting on his thighs. Dark eyes flashed dangerously her fingers edging ever closer to his hips. What quiet moments were allotted she would take advantage of as she spoke in but a whisper, “There is so much in the smallest things,” she claimed his lips then if he allowed her admonishing a deceleration in the gesture that this was something without the intricacy of the beauty he claimed he needed but somehow had a much greater effect than ever imaginable.
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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 Jun 20, 2019 9:00:42 GMT -8
"Not that it's simple, more the fact that its sterile and... crude." Vithkun said, and in fact he thought quite little of any style that was not pure elven. "I can appreciate the effort though, but I can't really see why they would fill their rooms with so much predictability." Vithkun elaborated looking around again and then at Myra, and it was clear that he had reverted to way of talking that did not honor his bond to the drow.
"I'm sorry, Myra, the ability of my people to create such a space for us should not be an excuse for me to put down something that is different." he said and sighed. "It's just that as an elf I never understood why humans, dwarves and apparently also drows like to make homes where the straight line is everywhere - it's almost as if they are renouncing the beauty of nature by doing so. Nature knows no straight lines and yet everything fits just perfectly, and that philosophy as what we've tried to hone in High Haven." Vithkun explained. "Although... very soon I will have to include this place too, when speaking about High Haven..." he rubbed his chin and frowned.
His bottom weighing down on the floating table he frowned for a moment shifting his body weight a bit upwards and then downwards to see if it would budge under more stress. "Not an inch..." he said impressed. "If their architecture isn't impressive, I must say this is." he nodded just slightly in recognition, his eyes still fixed down on the table as Myra approached.
Vithkun turned surprised towards Myra as he had not expected such an approach and in a brief moment his body tensed up with the anticipation of a punch or a shove - yet her touch was soft as silk and smile teasingly seductive, and words melting the remnants of Vith's slightly arrogant thoughts about this place. "My apologies, I had all but forgotten that the people that had made these halls has members as stunning and incredible as you..." his words interjected softly right before lips touched.
Both hands quickly found her hips as he gently tucked her closer, thighs starting to press against hers as she stood between them as he indulged. Leaning a little backwards from the temptress' kiss he let his right hand slip from her hips to support him on the table so he could continue the kiss without falling backwards all the way...
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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 Jun 20, 2019 9:15:28 GMT -8
He’d grown, and grown well, his responses careless at first and then thoughtful as he gave life to the idea that not everything required such an understanding of its relation to nature. He had seen some throughout the city, observed he beauty in paintings, in architecture where it deviated, and had known but a small portion of how they thought. Throughout their journey he had seen her grow and change and accept the loss of both her home for his gain and seen within her the beauty of the Drows.
“It is not all like this,” she reassured him, “We will pass back through the city and I shall show you what you seek. There are representations where the stone of the mountainside has been forgotten and places where once life grew where it does not now.”
His apology had not fallen on deaf ears but she had no more words to share before they came together. Rewarding both for taking time to give a bit more understanding they’d join together over the table. Bringing about a change in how tense the city had made them they relaxed into the moment taking and giving back and forth as necessary. Power rested in the hands of both and between her breasts the ever present reminder of the stone unsettling itself when she leaned forward and he leaned back slightly before attempting to regain his place by supporting himself.
She’d broken the contact but for a second when he’d placed the very hand flat her eyelashes flickering and then opening fully because there was a light behind him that had not been before. Shocked by it she drew back but not without grasping his hands by moving hers down his forearms to take hold of them and moving him to a standing position saying his name in surprise, “Vith, the table...”
It was glowing then, a soft demure blue that started at the center and rolled through the table like a ripple to the edges. It then remained the translucent glass just reflective within the light. Myra as surprised as she was touched the edge of it the area where her hand laid leaving an imprint if only for a second before disappearing into the glass. Surprised at it she touched it again with just her fingerprints, once again it had the same effect.
“I have never seen such a magic before as to diffuse such light without a greater purpose,” she admitted and then pondered quickly but not aloud the very reasoning for it. Nothing existed without purpose in a place such as this. The sterility of the library itself was meant to make sorting and finding that which you searched for easier but she had noticed the absence of a ledger nor any sort of system that made sorting easier for those who looked thus far.
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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 Jun 20, 2019 13:50:06 GMT -8
Unable to understand the initial alarm Vith was surprised at her sudden retreat - had she remembered something he had said and...? No, it was luckily not that as she gesticulated at the table. "The table is fine, it's perfectly stable and..." Vithkun said and padded it giving it a glance - quickly coming to a stand as he saw how the light from his touch infused itself in the table plate.
This is curious..." Vithkun commented as Myra tried it out placing her fingers on it, the blue light acting as when he touched it himself. "No, it surely isn't without purpose, if anything it seems like the drows who built this place cared much about purpose." Vithkun catching himself before he added anymore to that particular sentence unless his recent apology be rendered hollow. "I know however something quite purposeless it can be used for..." a smirk broadening on his face.
The magic however interested Vithkun and without thoughts of what it could be used for he approached the table his index finger extended to touch the surface and a few elegant strokes written in elven later, Myra would read on the table 'Vithkun' 'Heart' 'Myralthrine'. A satisfied smile would reach Myra as Vithkun slightly leaned on the table. "You think a lot of drows have declared their love for one another in this place?"
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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 Jun 20, 2019 19:36:02 GMT -8
It was quite respectful to consider that everything had been built with purpose, in fact surprising to Myra that he would say such but he took away any goodness within the statement with his rather crass one right after it. Smacking his arm lightly with the back of her hand she smirked as well before she scolded him, “Speaking of disrespectful.”
He wrote along the edge of it a light following his fingertip and the words remaining imprinted among the table top. The instant that he finished there was a bead of light from the center of each word. It was like a raindrop that flowed from beneath it the light dropping to the floor in a steady drip. Once it reached the ground it scattered, lines bleeding off in many directions. The word heart ran along the floor down to many of the bookcases rather quickly down the line of them racing off. The nearest ones they could see where it rose along a thin line on each end that stopped at a shelf and then ran horizontal along the side of it pausing at each spot where a book carried either it in the title or related to it. Where it paused there was a thicker vertical line that was the width of the book to show its exact location.
Myra immediately recognized the pattern and answered Vith while she reached out to the table, “Perhaps for curiosities sake,” she was pleased by his idea but it revealed so much more. Their names had also dropped a line through the table. Reaching over she attempted to wipe away the word ‘Heart’ finding that it went away as if her hand were an eraser on a dry erase board.
After such it would reveal but one line for his name, and two for hers. Looking to him she knew that they needed to figure out why their names had produced such a result at all. One of hers was far down the line so she would offer, “I’ll shall go get the far one if you will get the other two.”
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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 Jun 21, 2019 10:32:55 GMT -8
Vithkun was excited to see Myra's face when he did it, yet something else happened, overshadowing his kind shenanigans. "What is this..?" Vithkun asked and crossed his arms, as Myra erased the heart between them. "That's just rude..!" he'd say although seeing the lines that stretched out he found it was no idle jest from her part. "Those lines... is this leading towards the books containing the very words you write on the table?" his deduction for once quite on spot.
Three lines, two going out from Myra and one from Vithkun. Surprised by his own, he was at least as surprised for Myra to have two lines stretching out. "Is Myralthrine a common name in drow?" he'd ask and thought perhaps someone else had exactly his name in the book, that the line would be leading towards. "I don't think this is worth fetching them for, but I'm curious as to what someone would write about one with my name." he said and nodded to Myra's suggestion. "I'll grab those two then, just watch out for whatever guided us here still, please." he'd say before moving down the aisles - the light illuminating where he walked, and he was slowly starting to at least appreciate the usefulness of these drow contraptions.
Snatching down both books he did not linger at the aisles for long before returning and placing them on the table, noticing the stripes of light turning off when he put the books on the table and at the same time they opened and landed on specific pages. "This one... I recognize the name of my father, mother, brother... well all my family names are here." he said and turned a few pages. "It's simply a book about my ancestry... but to find it here of all places!" he said and nodded. "This at least means it is less than 84 years ago this place was ruined, which I don't understand. I wonder if this book is magic in a way that it updates without the need of opening it..." he mused. "This other one with your name... this is very odd." rubbing his chin he took hard look at the books. "This doesn't make much sense to me, have a look..!" he pointed down on the page and glanced at Myra who had found the third book.
"Which one was that? A children's book where someone used a similar name?" he guessed with a soft smirk.
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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 Jun 21, 2019 11:09:36 GMT -8
Shooting back you’re rude might have been appropriate but the glance she cast him was more than likely enough to pass along the sentiment as she rolled her eyes at his behavior shooting back, “Not everything is meant to hurt your feelings.”
“Maybe,” he hypothesized, rather correctly he would find out shortly after she walked down into the dredges of the library the lights reacting to her presence making it to where not only Drow could see but also elven kind if they visited such a place. Amazed by the well kept area she knew that they did not allow windows or have openings in order to keep moisture down to a minimum and it was also slightly colder within the area. All of it designed within the mountainside for longevity.
Returning with her book while he spoke aloud she placed it down upon the edge as she passed unaware it opened immediately. She would have assumed it did it as she set it along the spine as she joined his side of the table. “They kept a family tree upon yours?”
They were in High Haven so it seemed not unreasonable for there to be one. The timeline that he mentioned, however, seemed unreasonable no matter how the city had been so kept as if frozen in time. It seemed a place out of it in part and it worried her that there were updates, were they truly not alone?
Flashing her eyes to the other book she would answer his earlier question, “And no I have never heard the name before it was mentioned by Kacien...”
The other book was once again a family tree, but this one with the smallest painted portraits upon the chart. It had flipped to what she could only assume was her namesake, a woman that looked surprisingly like her, as if they could be sisters, “This must be who Kacien was referring to as well. His mother he said?”
Kacien was beyond timeless having remained within the protection of the crimson ascent for much longer than any normal lifespan. Beginning to flip the pages she paused one too early when she found, “Annonai,” she said aloud, but that was not the name beneath the picture, it was ‘Kaciel Beleon’ .
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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 Jun 21, 2019 11:33:34 GMT -8
"Yes it does seem quite odd that they would keep themselves updated - but then again it would hardly be the first time drow kin surprised me." a soft smile directed at Myra. Vithkun closed the book he found and moved over beside Myra as she started investigating her own.
"She is stunningly like you..." Vith pointed out before Myra continued to flip through the pages.
"Hmm... yes it does resemble Annonai quite a bit." Vithkun would have to agree as he squinted to try and make out the subtle differences. "You don't think that..?" Vith turned towards Myra with an inquisitive expression to his face. "You think Annonai changed name when he fled Azea? He might have made some enemies, especially if his powers were shunned likes yours were." he asked pointing at the name again. "Does this name tell you anything? Does it carry any relevance within your lands?" Vithkun tried to connect the dots.
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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 Jun 21, 2019 11:39:46 GMT -8
“It’s the current rulers name,” she spoke with what seemed to be a hollow voice something lost within it the strength she usually garnered not there. This was too close, too familiar, this was Annonai. She felt it within her very bones as she judged the picture looking for flaws within it.
She did not flip the page towards the back of the book instead going back the other way until she reached her namesake, “They’re ashborn,” she said frantically flipping it back, “No other female but her, but the males, look,” she told Vith a chill running down her spine. Each male possessed the brightest blue eyes and hair of pure snow. As she landed back upon Annonai she traced the outline of his picture, “Kacien said it was a trait only of the Beleon family, that it was passed down through them, I have never known another except for him. He has not been seen either in polite society in some time...”
Drawing conclusions no matter how difficult the pill to swallow she looked at the picture across from him, his brother, and the brothers wife, a petite thing that had a resemblance as well, her slightly upturned nose and round lower lip. The male carried her stern brow and the same white hair and blue eyes.
“Could Kacien have been telling the truth?” Looking to Vith for answers even if he had none she had yet to turn the page again to discover that which might destroy her faith in whatever denial was given.
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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 Jun 21, 2019 11:55:33 GMT -8
"Ahhh... I did think the name rang a bell, it is too long I have been taught about the affairs of Azea." Vithkun lamenting the arrogant teaching of elves that rarely looked far beyond High Haven - but then again how would they keep the secrets for long if they did not hold back a lot on information on the drows? But... to what end did they wish to keep these secrets hidden?
"So it is a lot worse than I thought. If this book has not been tampered with - which nothing indicates - that picture is without a doubt the Annonai I met that day. But to think that he was a part of the ruling family - as ashborn even?" Vithkun thought as something crossed his mind he could not just discard again. "Myra, it bugs me to think that Annonai as a possible earlier ruler, an ashborn, was either ousted or left of his own will and then later you ended up not being able to go back to Azea either. What is the connection we don't see?" he expression his questions out loud drawing towards the inevitable answer.
"Kacien I don't trust as a standalone teller of the truth - but if something was to support his words, it would be hard not to." Vith giving her a sincere gaze as he kindly placed his hand on hers moving it away from the book motioning his other hand to turn the page towards what could tell them how the dots connected. "We are too far to shun the truth, Myra..." he said trying to support her knowing what it might reveal might be difficult to accept.
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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 Jun 21, 2019 12:04:21 GMT -8
“He spoke of leaving,” she told Vith still faint with the notion, “He said he cared not for the politics, and of mistakes. Whatever mistake he made was one that he banished himself for there were no markings upon him,” rooting things in fact was easier, it had to be, for that could not fail, “He was not bound to tell the truth, either, like I am but I think there is some truth in what both say. There has to be something to it that cannot be refuted when something such as what I am is so discreetly kept.”
He covered her hand, bolstering her, and she flicked the next page over to reveal that which would damn them both. It was difficult enough to accept that she was Drow, lowly Drow no less, but to think he had been consorting with a descendant of the woman who started the first wars, was blasphemy in their eyes. Much less what was revealed on that page.
Legs feeling like gelatin they threatened to give out beneath her and she stepped back. If Vith’s hand followed it was only because he had chosen to grip hers as she shook her head. Impossible, the word settled on her tongue like the very ink that was splattered on the page, it was thick, miry, utterly disgusting and she had to swallow it for it would not fall out the other way.
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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 Jun 21, 2019 12:50:54 GMT -8
"Annonai is a mystery - and I don't think he told the whole truth by a mile." Vithkun's dry voice a testament of his belief in this guy. "I could however picture him as a ruler with the way he allowed himself to do whatever he wanted although I could not picture letting him rule anything again." Vithkun giving Myra a knowing glance.
As the page turned Vithkun's gaze was fixed upon what would now show itself - surely... surely not... he thought to himself his thoughts comforting him that they would both be laughing about it in a few seconds. "..." his lips parting and yet closing again with no words spoken, the picture drawing him towards it. "This...!" his words still betraying him as he turned quickly towards Myra who had already stepped back and he grasped her hand quickly...
... but gently. "Myra..." he'd say his voice clear and without sorrow or regret. "You are of royal descend - I believe Kacien now." his lips curling slightly upwards. It was all clear now when piecing together Kacien's words about the ashborn being of royal descend, Annonai's surname and her picture in the middle of it all.
Still holding her hand, his eyes soft in their gaze, as he released them and bowed down on his knee looking down - and then up at her again. "You're a princess Myra - and you're standing in the middle of one of the great cities in your kingdom..." Vithkun went and could hardly believe his own words but passed the absurdity with a smile. "Right here, I bow to you, your highness - my princess." his words could perhaps be seen as a jesting twist of fate, spoken by others perhaps they would have been seen as mockery, but they were sincere as he respected her heritage even if she was not ready to do so.
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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 Jun 21, 2019 13:00:05 GMT -8
Dropping to one knee before her in a solid bow it was not the sort that another ruler gave another it was the type that peasantry gave when truly showing faith within their ruler. Annonai had lied, it was not shocking, Kacien had told the truth, that was, and here she was within High Haven but not now trapped within a city that was empty of remorse and of people and carried with it a fate unknown to them. It revealed secrets it had no reason to have known through magic older than the remains themselves and practiced with such careful precision it could not possibly fail to have updated itself properly. Her birth had been annotated immediately, her picture changed with every passing year that she had grown. Those who were deceased appeared as they had in their prime for it was the true measure of who they were that was kept track of.
“Stop,” she told him the word but a glimmer to hopelessness in a sea of misunderstandings.
Reaching downward she begged him to stand by pulling upon his clothing, his arms, anything to make him rise to a regular position, “This changes nothing,” she informed him returning to the usual programming of strict resistance to anything other than what was known, “It cannot possibly be -“
Wishing to utter the words did not mean it could be uttered. Magic was not infallible but this had not been reckoned with. There were no signs of other passage throughout the city, no changes to the countenance that suggested they had done anything but cover the very existence of it in a spell meant to seal it and keep it from every being revealed. What horrifying truth hid behind these walls that they were scared to reveal? Was it the presence of the Drow themselves? Was it for another reason that they hid it? What reason did they have to hide her own heritage if it was truly real?
Moving past Vith to the table she swiped at the book sending it reeling and landing upon its pages her anger clouding her judgement, “This is ridiculous,” her shoulders shook, her hands settling on the table to keep her steady.
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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 Jun 21, 2019 13:44:18 GMT -8
Dropping to his knees like this was the greatest respect towards her and the drow people Vithkun could possibly show as a prince of High Haven - not even the dwarven king had he showed such respect. He knew as he went down on the knee, that if Azea had a ruler like her, regardless if they remained closely knitted together as a couple, he would have to respect everything that was within her realm. That meant every drow alive.
"Stop? What do you want stopped, Myra?" he asked eyes confused as she moved past Vithkun, the elf not standing before she had turned her back to him and stood at the table. Moving over to Myra he put a hand on her back for comfort. "I see how this is... I don't think you want to deny the truth in the end, but I can see how this must be. Being treated like that your entire childhood and... basically up until now, must be beyond tough." Vith spoke. "Still we do not know the entire story, perhaps something else is the reason why this has happened - I'm sure it is not personal. If anything this has possibly been started by whatever Annonai have done, and I'm quite sure also that I'm going to be squeezing it out of him like washing cloth." he said with a smirk leaning closer giving her a soft kiss on the cheek.
"You're a princess, but you are also the strong Myra that I've come to know - your will seems only to find its peers in the great forces of nature when they set their sight on something it needs changed." Vithkun said and sighed. "Let it settle..." Vithkun said and couldn't but joke to lighten the mood. "And try to stay calm, the servants will surely be listening at the doors." he grinned the third book catching his eyes again and if Myra had little more to add he'd bring it up again.
"That last book... it had your name in it too. Look, it's right here..." Vithkun said and frowned. "But this must be old drow or the likes, because it makes no sense to me." he looked inquisitively at Myra.
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