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 14:10:45 GMT -8
A sign of respect that she disregarded out of anger and then fear. Fear of the unknown of the truth of the world that had been hidden for some time. He had been born knowing his place, that he would one day have to succeed over his brother if he wished to claim the throne and if he did not all it required was some effort to show an attempt on his part. It was the reason he set out on his own ridiculous quest that was meant to have no end and to leave him empty handed. None had found the jewel before and for all his pride certainly he had not believed that he would be the only one to succeed in the end.
He brushed her back, bringing about a reminder of the comfort of his very presence, of his touch as he kissed her lightly and as forlorn as she felt, which was reflected in her gaze, she looked to him. Had she not been the very essence of committed to this path? A rock that could not be moved by strength, only whittled down slowly by water and it would take the millennia to change such as he noted she resembled so much within the world that was everlasting and willful enough to surpass even the greatest of dark periods.
Then he joked, lightening the mood, he took but little serious when it needed to be done and she attempted to smile for him but it was fleeting as he distracted her instead. A wise choice of actions. As had been their way so far she tucked down the thoughts that she carried. Unused to expressing them openly to another. They may be discussed later if needs be but she hoped it was not.
“It is Drow,” she would come around to the book itself looking to the cover, “It is the prophecies of a seer, one well known for her rather uncanny accuracy. I have seen only one like this to match it in the old library but the ones there were at the end of her days when it was said she succumbed to madness. Willow spoke of one she made that would come to pass, that all would come to pass.”
The pages splayed open and she skimmed them until she came to to a section that sounded familiar, “My translation will be rough,” she made sure he knew before she continued, “This part here says ‘So shall come a day when one will be born of the darkest night. Born of desire and hatred that will be bred until it consummates itself within power. Power enough to reduce the world to ashes by taking its very force.’”
“The original,” half breathless she would continue, “ ‘Of the house of power it shall come and it shall begin the divide of land and marriage separating all that was once joined in Kidred.’ “
“I have not heard this word in some time, and only spoken once,” she would tell Vith, pointing the word ‘Kidred’, “It means those joined by the stars themselves.”
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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 22:10:26 GMT -8
Neither jest nor kiss could wash it all away - Vithkun knew that better than anyone - but such things communicated more clearly than anything else, that the elf was there for her and hopefully, Myra would remember when she needed to properly talk about these things. Because there would be a time, very soon, where this could not be ignored anymore.
"I honestly don't know, but in worst case scenario my father would recognize your hair color being that of the ruling family in Azea - he is a knowing man and it is quite likely. This will of course complicate things further." Vithkun added, a small push in the direction of them having to talk about this again quite soon.
"Uncanny accuracy?" Vithkun rubbed his chin and narrowed his eyes as if he would actually get anything out of studying the foreign letters further. "Typically these seers are not of uncanny accuracy, but let's see what it says..." Vithkun ready for Myra to translate it as well as she could.
A curious frown formed on Vithkun's forehead as he mused about the meaning these words might carry. "So this may have been either her rambling book or her 'truth saying' book. However judging by the age of this library probability would point to be the first, although I do not like those claiming to see the future." he concluded.
"Kidred - yes we have that word in elven too - said to be one of our oldest words. You think that the one that referred to here had anything to do with this city not being inhabited before?" Vithkun said and cleared his throat. "And - possibly - that drow and elf live so far apart as we do?" he asked starting to believe that drow and elf might actually not always been separate like this.
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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 22, 2019 22:31:17 GMT -8
Vith had a tendency to ramble and answering him was a chore in sorting out which to answer first, “If your father recognizes it then he has much to explain to you, as far as the city I am uncertain if it was either or but it is interesting to say the least. As to the city being uninhabited I do not know if it is related.”
“I do not see my name, or hers, mentioned, perhaps this text is intuitive?”
Skimming the next section quickly she would add unsurprised, “It is not finished, ‘Hope is not lost for within the same line there is the faith that once again the divide will be crossed as Kidred shall begin to heal the scars of their own past.’ “
Frowning she felt tense, her shoulders drawn apart as her hands lingered on either side of the book itself. So many questions were unanswered and so many more came up. It was an endless cycle of a lack of answers. Their lack of understanding was a barrier that needed to be crossed, and soon, for it divided them in thought and mind with a lack of clarity.
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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 23, 2019 9:05:33 GMT -8
"My father has a lot to answer in any case - I'm certain that he must know of this place." Vithkun discretely clenched his fists. Vithkun was however unsure how to go about that, because his father was not the type you just called out neither did anything happen if you were too polite or vague. Still he must not be interested in all of High Haven to know of this place and that could be a starting point.
"Not finished?" Vithkun asked waiting for Myra to continue telling him what it said and rubbed his chin while letting it sink in. 'Born of night' was clearly a reference to drow, and talking about reducing the world to ashes was the inborn power of ashborn. "It sounds as if the first part as already come to pass - but the next section..." Vithkun thinking deeply about as he cast a glance to The Crimson Ascend and then caught her eyes.
"The divide... scars... kidred..." he felt one of his scars letting his hand pass under his shirt - it could not be a coincidence that those two would meet and find this book - both being the respective heirs of their lands. Still it was much to take in and the pieces were still just pieces and the pattern could be but an illusion of what they interpreted it to be.
"I believe at least that this place... city as it once was, is a part of this 'scar' which is mentioned, and it proves that drows and pure elves lived together peacefully once - until something happened that divided them. This much it tells for sure, but I have no idea if there's a hidden meaning there, because no elf nor drow could possibly dream of having the power to bring this city back to its former glory and fill it with drows..." Vithkun half chuckled in grievance. Not even the legendary Crimson Ascend would sure hold such power.
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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 23, 2019 12:22:51 GMT -8
“It is best then that you are more pragmatic when it comes to speaking,” complimenting him she meant it and hoped that he might coerce his father into revealing the truth without so much of a struggle as others might have faced. He was his father after all and that exuded a certain fondness from either of them if they had any sort of paternal relationship. He never gave her reason to doubt such but catching how his hands clenched when she glanced to him she did worry.
Turning her back to the table he had been close and she reached out taking both hands within hers unfurling them after he touched the scar upon his chest. “It would certainly be a miracle but if once your ancestors crafted stars with their hands I am not uncertain that these things could come to pass again.”
Pulling him lightly towards her with those hands she attempted to smile but it was slightly false in the way it was expressed, “But one cannot live their lives on prophecies and maybes. I know what is true to me now, I know that you are here before me and that I have set my heart upon you and you have done the same in return. No matter what comes we shall face it with the knowledge that it will not be alone.”
Dark eyes looking up to him both had issues to resolve within their own minds but no matter if it was done by speaking or by gesture it would be done. Her commitment would survive the onslaught of his own people and his love would carry him through the words spoken against her. It could not be any 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 23, 2019 23:23:33 GMT -8
"In myth and story it was certainly said that they crafted stars with their magic, but stil... if it is true, it was in another era where the earthly magic was less stable and easier to collect and use." Vithkun expressing his relative skepticism about this sentiment, although it was rare for an elf to do so and speak against their own stories and traditions. "Seeing this cover up I... I may just have started to question if everything I was taught was really true." he spoke as Myra pulled him closer and he did not resist.
Her words soothed Vithkun and although knowing her smile wasn't all genuine he saw her intentions and felt the love spread from those words. "This is more true to me than any stars or prior knowledge that elders and scholars have taught me in the past." he gave her a smile seeing those dark eyes and knew that their connection would not be so easily broken.
"If ever I become in doubt of what is true in this world, I will look into those beautiful eyes of marvel and I'll know what is." his hands gently drawing her closer too until bodies touched just slightly. His clear blue eyes would look into hers with wonder before Vith inclined his head letting his lips embrace hers as his hands shifted to softly make contact with Myra's jaw and cheeks.
Withdrawing when this kiss ended he let out a small sigh of relief. "I trust you - with all my heart." he added before looking at the books again. "Let's take these as proof." Vithkun said glancing around before finding a leather strap which looked suited for the purpose and proceeded to strap the books in and throw them over his shoulder. "We still need to find out exactly what happened and I bet the answer lies deeper within, don't you?" an adventurous smile appearing.
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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 24, 2019 13:00:24 GMT -8
“Most lies lie with the truth involved as well,” this statement had been repeated to her over the years, ingrained within her very soul as she searched out what was false in others. The one thing she knew to be true beyond all else was that he trusted her, there was no lie in his touch, in his voice, in the way he looked to her with longing and yet drew back for there were other things that needed attending to. Wishing to hardly move from the location she was in they were not watched here, there time was not measured, and she drew him back if only for a second longer whispering softly, “It can wait but a second longer.”
Not completely a second, more like a minute, but a well spent one before he began to collect the books. Bringing them with might provide answers and she did not argue his position of doing so only assisting in laying the two books with their ancestory labeled within them. Hesitating on the prophecy book it may have more to it than just that one line but there was always the chance of misjudging it. Most would be so vague that it could not be determined to be the truth, why then had it opened to that page? Had the book itself determined that they needed to see the one prophecy?
Putting it on the back burner they would exit the library a little lighter in some regards but heavier than others within their own hearts. Keeping Vith’s hand within hers he had earlier roamed the city with his sword aloft but it had not been threatening so far and it kept them close. Turning into the hall they went towards the main entryway. When they walked towards the center she then felt it, her power was limited to a smaller circle because she did not wish to alert Vith and if she widened it it would be difficult to exclude him.
There was a speck, a dot of life in the otherwise dreary town but she felt it beneath her feet. It was distant, and then flitted off immediately. To quickly for her to judge what it was not but not too quick that she missed its presence. Releasing his hand she bent down to the floor, “there’s something beneath here,” she told him but did not explain how she knew. Tapping the floor with the edge of her palm she hit it hard enough to make a resounding thud, a hollow thud. Glancing back up to Vith she pondered aloud, “Perhaps there are tunnels beneath the city?”
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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 24, 2019 13:53:06 GMT -8
"I think that I see something that goes well beyond our minds' fickle attempts to lie and scheme, when I look into your eyes..." Vithkun added his smile wry. After the initial kiss Vithkun had already halfway turned around when he realized that her firm yet kind grasp had not let him go yet, and drawing him towards her with those words, she was irresistible. Vithkun found it hard to conjure any arguments against spending more time in her arms exploring their connection through a deep and all too willing kiss. Clenching her firmly towards himself exploring the real weight of the table was a very real possibility, but also a luxury he could not allow himself right now. Doing so would compromise their safety and be too great a risk and they would have to settle for a well stretched kiss.
Carrying the strap over his shoulder and Myra's hand in his other hand they left the library and followed what path seemed laid out for them. A small grin appeared on his face as he was reminded of what a bloodhound she was when she caught a trail. Relentless and sure footed she would move forwards determined to find whatever was held at the end of the trail. It had been the same when they had just met - she had known the way and her feet hadn't stopped moving before they were there.
It was in many ways a trait that many elves lacked, being all too easily swayed off the road picking a flower or brushing the tail of a squirrel - if really unlucky, the elf would forget himself and move in with the squirrel family. At least to Vithkun it seemed like that, but also it often happened that elves were sidetracked by both pride and prejudice not allowing truth to guide them. This truth was what he saw in Myra's eyes and even more importantly, she was willing... no... rather 'unable' to stop pursuing it. Woe to the elf who pleaded his life to following her, if she deemed the goal to be on one of the stars in the sky - because she would get there.
The time for reminiscing their journey was however cut short as Myra suddenly released his hand to bend down. "Something beneath the ground..?" Vithkun couldn't help but look around the hall and then onto the ground. "I heard nothing, how are you so sure?" he asked, knowing not about her scrying, but curious to if she would also have him beaten in hearing as well as in seeing. Had he been himself a couple of months ago, that would have been slightly embarrassing.
"Hmm..." Vithkun stomped a couple of times in the floor and made the same hollow sound. "You seem to be right..." he said and crouched also. "How about we have a look then?" he smirked and put his hand down doing a circular movement with his left palm and drawing some elven letters with the right. 'Sand' it would spell and just as suddenly as the letters had appeared, the hard stone floor would start trickling down into itself, having been turned to fine sand a round whole about four feet wide appeared.
"What can you see down there, does it look safe for us to descend?" he inquired before putting his hands on his sword's hilt again.
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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 24, 2019 18:31:32 GMT -8
Compromising safety for a few stolen moments had seemed a worthy goal but not for more than a few for that would be foolish and while Vith did little to plan ahead she spent much time considering their options. It was if there were stones before her. Each one was a step to another place and each one had completely different consequences. The ending may be the same but the journey to get to the ending was quite different and it mattered what lay along the line of the journey itself. Relentlessly staring down the hard path and deciding it was correct was difficult, but necessary. Vithkun had shown tenacity and strength for he never wavered when she chose it along their way, even now he followed willingly to discover what had occurred here. She respected him for it.
He asked a question as she touched the floor she preferred not to answer. Vaguely answering it would tell him that she was up to things he would not like for even if she was not drawing power, at least not now, it could be perceived as a gateway to doing so. Lying by omission was still lying in her opinion and it was a rare thing to be able to pass it off convincingly to start. Therefore she settled for tapping the floor again saying pointedly, “You called me a dwarf before, remember?”
It was a distracting phrase to remind him of another time as she remained crouched and he, well he performed a feat of wonder. Always impressed at his talents his were much more useful than hers. “Bravo,” she said with a grin as he questioned the safety of what lay below. He was right to ask her for what little light flooded it did not provide depth.
It was a hall, barren but carved like a tunnel. It had no visible supports but being arched it would provide its own and it had not fallen all these years so she felt it safe. She rose walking around to the other side, it simply led on, no steps were visible from the slight angle she could see, “So far,” she told him about safety. Sitting upon the ground and putting her feet over the edge she would jump off if landing and bending her knees as she did so, “Stay there for a moment,” she implored as she walked to one side seeing nothing but the length of the hall, then stairs down. That was the way towards the mountain. The other led towards the city and curved about. If one went down she had to assume the other went up, “There’s not much, just a hollow tunnel, I see stairs going down though.”
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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 25, 2019 5:00:36 GMT -8
As Myra answered that Vithkun had called her a dwarf, he readily took the bait. "Ohh yeah, the thumbing in the deep, or something like that, right?" he smirked. "So I want a darf's opinion on this - do you think it is dwarves who roam these alleged tunnels beneath the streets then?" he asked jesting and her succesful diversion had opened up for a bit of teasing yet again.
"The dwarf's eyes are almost as well adjusted as those of a beautiful drow woman I once knew!" he said and chuckled slightly but his jokes stopping as she offered to jump down there. "Wait, are you serious?" Vithkun asked, but the path laid out in front of her had a direction and as such she was not to be stopped and Vithkun sighed shaking his head slightly as she jumped down there.
Staying above the tunnel for now he waited for Myra to tell him about the outlay down there. "Just a hollow tunnel? You sure it's not just their sewers?" Vithkun trying to sniff the air coming from the hole, but dank and thick as the air was, it was not the reeking smell of a sewer. "I'm coming down..." he said swinging his legs over the hole and bringing up a single elongated piece of carved out wood from his pocket. Moving his finger across it the elven word of 'starlight' appeared, and he let it drop and as it hit the ground the walls and floor would be lit up in a silvery dim starlight so he could see where he landed.
Letting himself drop Vithkun landed on the ground knees bent and hands helping him with absorbing the energy before brushing off his hands and pick up up the recently enchanted piece of carved wood. "Starlight is amazing, it's not like sunlight that shines so sharply that it blinds and alerts everyone of our approach, rather it channels the clear, silvery light out but it's core being dim and hue being discrete." he explained as Myra would see a surprisingly large part of the tunnel lit up by the magic, much more effectively than a normal torch.
Taking a glance at Myra he sighed. "You want to go into the mountain, right? I know you, you want to go into the mountain. Well sure, let's go..." he said reluctantly. It wasn't because he wasn't going to follow her to the end or was disinterested in finding out the truth, but her energy for seeing these things through to the end was daunting to say the least.
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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 25, 2019 10:08:48 GMT -8
“No,” she said with a smile at his initial pandering about the dwarves, glad to have avoided a deeper subject it was a simpler one she could focus upon when he discussed just the dwarves and she wished she could have readily joked. Her sense of humor lay binded upon her arm because without a bit of falsehood a joke was hardly something most would be capable of. Occasionally she managed and she laughed at his but time would tell how capable she was of it later.
“A beautiful drow woman?” She quoted the smile widening as she leapt down. After describing it she would give a snort at the sewer comment before shouting back up, “It is nothing of the like, besides those run downward.”
Surprised at his spell he was full of them that day it seemed but it was beautiful and not blinding as sunlight would have been. “It is a beautiful spell,” she offered, quite serious in it as she faced the mountain and the descent into it. He questioned, then agreed, knowing that it was the path they were going to take either way. His free arm was taken by a half hug on her side as she kissed his shoulder softly, “Down the tunnel,” she agreed.
What they found down the tunnel was nothing of note, the steps were wide and long and made almost quite awkwardly for his greater height to have to step down them. She found it easy enough walking without issue and occasionally holding in a giggle at how it managed to make him look slightly awkward, only slightly for it was quite difficult to make an elf look anything but graceful. She carried that same manner about her but it was not fully realized when she was so focused as she walked with such purpose the determination made it look forced.
“This is like the dwarves,” she commented unsteadied by it,”As much as you poke fun about the culture of Drow we generally do not leave things so barren. I have noticed nothing within the city that has true life, no animals, no plants, just emptiness.”
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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 25, 2019 13:14:51 GMT -8
Vithkun appreciated the care Myra showed him with a kiss and a half hug along with the kind words about the spell. "You'll turn me to butter if you get any better at softening me up..." Vithkun complained, a jest of course and his grin would show her his appreciation. He was however not very fond of the stairs leading down, his graceful trot interrupted by the odd timing the steps had been laid out with and he had to work hard not to feel like a dwarf dancing.
"Were these steps specifically created to mock any elf walking along here?" this joke anchored in his slight irritation but he could see the fun had it been that way. Vithkun turned his head in interest listening to how she compared drows with dwarves - hopefully she wouldn't do that in front of his father, but such a thing was a trouble for the future.
"Yes, I can see how the drow has the same affinity for usefulness and functionality in their design as the dwarves - although the dwarven halls we passed through were distinctly more pompous than this." he paused before adding. "But I'm happy to hear that this is not the standard for drows - I always had the feeling something was off. It was must have rained at some point, but there were no insects, no plants no... nothing." Vithkun but then stopped and tapped his head. "Wait..! I'm quite sure I saw a rat race past me close to the entry." Vithkun said and shrugged. "Perhaps the animals here are just careful to hide?" he suggested knowing not, that his drow companion was scrying for any life while they walked through the city and knew for sure, that there was none.
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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 25, 2019 13:24:52 GMT -8
“They were perhaps made only for ones shorter than you, or for children,” the thought of kids running through her was hard for her to process but the length and lilt of the way they were designed was made for those with legs shorter than his own. Drow were just as tall as their cousins generally but if they made night steps it would be difficult for the youngest among them.
“There was nothing that ran past you that was living,” the realization came from her mouth before she could stop it. It was a point that she was thinking over as they moved along down the stairs. It had been a few minutes that they had been walking and they came to a landing. It turned down another way the walls curved in the area that they arrived in. There were no signs to tell them where they were going. Looking up the ceiling it was still smoothed.
Should she have been a dwarf she might have been able to tell direction below the ground but she was not and she did not compare them again. Reaching upward she could not quite touch the ceiling and was only measuring the height which was a few more feet above her even with her hand stretched. While dwarves had a tendency to make their structures overly tall considering their actual height this was not their general style. While the walls were smoothed it was unusual for there to be absolutely nothing. This had either been magicked, and quickly, or it was meant to be lacking.
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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 26, 2019 8:45:37 GMT -8
"Children..? This doesn't look like the way to the school..." he commented and chuckled lightly. "Perhaps it is actually dwarves?" he joked also noticing that the steps were so short that this would have been quite likely - if only it had not been in the middle of High Haven. Would there be any evidence that dwarves also lived here, he'd pack his back and leave High Haven immediately - a very extended vacation would be needed to process this.
"Hmm... that sounds odd, I'm sure it was a rat..!" Vithkun argued but stopped quite suddenly looking inquisitively at Myra, narrowing his eyes slightly and lips parting for a moment without speaking. "You... weren't there." he added scratching his head and looked at Myra again, skeptically. "You said, you noticed nothing inside the city that held life... how can you be so sure?" he inquired and crossed his arms as the pieces started coming together.
"Don't tell me... that you've been using that power all along?!?" his eyes opened wide and knowing that he had hit the right chord. "That's why you knew there was something beneath the ground, you are no dwarf! Why..? Why would you use that power so easily? Are you not thinking about the consequences?" he asked Myra but was more disappointed than he was actually angry with her. If only she had shared her intentions with him and let him in on it, he might have had a better understanding of her motivations - trust was everything and he did not like to have his trust in her challenged.
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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 26, 2019 8:55:00 GMT -8
A downward spiral, it was all she could think of to describe the way in which Vith ran with his thoughts going downward from his initial joke to a rather accusing tone that made her wince. Not holding onto him anymore she kept a slight distance on the stairs, an arms length. The closer he got to the target of what she had been doing the farther she’d grown, an inch at a time with each step, not noticeable until they reached the landing in which she’d separated completely her back to his as he figured it out. Her shoulders were knitted tight together and she grimaced, which he would not see.
Looking over her shoulder she was not disappointed in herself because safety, his safety and hers was of paramount importance. He suddenly felt a brush upon his mind, nothing that attempted to invade it, nothing that drained it, just a gentle touch that made her presence known to him as she allowed him to feel it. He was more in tune with his mental aptitude than most and would notice it immediately, “Because of how you are reacting now,” no disappointment in her voice, just understanding, understanding that he despised that part of her above all else.
“I do not have to pull power,” she explained as if attempting to soothe his hurt. Turning about fully her arms cradled her around the edges of her waist as if she were barring herself from his emotions, “I found after the encounter with Bartholomew that I could reach out, that I could test the waters of what there was around me to pull from. It’s been imperfect and I,” admitting what she was about to would make it worse but it felt righ to tell him, “I killed a sapling once, learning the difference between simply touching to explore and taking.”
It was a difficult power for she touched everything alive, every blade of grass, every ant that wondered along the ground, the squirrels and rabbits, the deer, their horses earlier had felt it but none of them thought anything of it. Only humanoid creatures would know the difference and that was if she pushed.
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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 26, 2019 11:00:24 GMT -8
Admittedly Vithkun's behavior towards this wasn't improving by her gradually pulling away and ending up with her back towards him - what did she has to hide? Feeling a touch upon his mind he stepped back half a pace looking around as if trying to find the source of it, but he knew already what it was. "So this is it..." he concluded reluctantly. Admittedly he understood her power only rather superficially, but what he had seen and felt it was not something to be used lightly.
"You remember as well as with me, that you you nearly harmed then..!" he persisted. "Of course I would react this way, because this is my experience with this. If you just told me a little more, I might not have to!" he argued and shortly after she did explain more to him - either by his or her own volition. Hearing her sighing explanation he released some of the tension in his shoulders and stepped towards her, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"It never feels good to kill something which is alive, but you know what..?" he said with soothing words although the thought of the act hurt his heart. "You're not the type kill things in malice, and you'll never be." he assured Myra looking her straight into her eyes grasping a bit firmer to show her that there was meaning behind his words. "You're the first to cry when this power hurts anyone, but I think... I've come to understand that this power must be tested - and you must inevitably fail - if you are to spare life with it and still use it. For it has been gifted to you by a very special reason, which I'm sure aligns closer to love than to hate." the elf would speak.
"I'm merely a little saddened that you don't rely on our mutual trust after what we've been through since last time. I admit that your powers are frightening to me - everything with such a potential for destroying and taking life would be frightening to me, but doing it behind my back will only lead me to believe that there is a reason you try to hide it, that it is as dangerous as I think." Vithkun said stepping back a bit thinking perhaps her power and the nature of it was meant to be frightening with the right intention, but could also hold a whole other side to it.
"Maybe... Perhaps I've been too forward in my opinions about it. Would you care to explain it to me so I understand it but a little better?" he proposed a faint smile appearing as he stood with hands clenched behind his back.
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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 26, 2019 14:44:14 GMT -8
What grace he offered, what kindness he gave her without knowing if it would be returned in the same instant as he strove to understand. He was angelic in the saintliness of his forgiveness, it came quickly, without the judgement he might have placed before. It lingered in part because it would always be misunderstood by elves for their affinity to preserving life came first and foremost. Her destruction was wasteful, hurtful, and even now she harbored the life of the poor sapling within her unable to relinquish the power without destroying something else. It was like a hollow inside her heart and perhaps it was why she had been unable to draw away now.
He gripped her, forced her to pay attention, and then drew away backing up only a step to look at her properly. She rushed him. Giving him no time to refuse her for he spoke of trust and for once her strength betrayed her tears on the edge of her eyes as they began to fall. Emotionally vulnerable did not suit her but occasionally it had to occur. One could only stack so much on top of an ever growing pile of worry and uncertainty.
Embracing him she did not fully lean against his chest, she placed her forehead against the hollow of his collarbone so she could speak through the thickness of her voice, “I am sorry,” so sincere were the words that he would never have had to have known she could not lie to know they were true.
He deserved an explanation and yet her shoulder shaked and she could not properly speak her words tumbling over one another, “I betrayed your trust because I knew it would upset you but I should have told you, explained earlier, but I do not fully understand it myself. I will do my best to explain what I do know, but not here,” the hollow tunnels felt wrong, and the city felt wrong, “Not in this city,” she added in a whisper. She was beginning to suspect things she never wished to and they were too horrible to voice aloud.
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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 27, 2019 13:30:16 GMT -8
What came after Vithkun's words was certainly a surprise - such vulnerability was something she seldom showed anyone, he was sure, and as she leaned her head into his chest he placed his hands on her back gently stroking her soothingly, ocean eyes upon her and a faint smile as she let out a 'sorry'. The words spoken were meager, but they were genuine and touched him at his core.
"It's okay, I really appreciate you telling me the truth - and of course we can wait talking about it." Vithkun said but was surprised to hear how much she really seemed to loathe this city. Vithkun didn't exactly feel as if it was his favorite one but Myra's way of acting concerned him as he knew her instincts were sharp - sharper than his own in many situations.
"Alright, not in this city. But what is it, that concern you so much? What is it that you feel? I think I should know if we press forwards." a galant smile displayed.
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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 27, 2019 13:36:44 GMT -8
He soothed her, spoke her not unkindly and as a few tears were shed she felt lightened in his presence not damned by others that she had come across. If the council saw such weakness they might have been glad of it, not worried that she would succeed, for even after they tortured her she never relented. They did not focus on the physical aspect of it but instead mentally drove pins and needles into every nerve in her body. Once it was so overwhelming she had simply shut down and her body refused to respond to any more and her mind was almost broken.
Here and now it was not weakened by her outburst, torn down by her mourning, but strengthened for she had found strength within him. Wiping her eyes but never moving to far away from him now his smile came through in his very words. “I feel nothing within it, there is no life within this city, not even the smallest of creatures resides here. For a whole city to face immediate banishment or to just disappear is something even I cannot fathom. I fear what we face and yet I know we must face it.”
The stairs still went farther down, into the depths of the mountains themselves and what they might face she was uncertain. It would be a trek still and she needed his strength and he relied on hers. He had been left out on information about his own country, about the lands he grew up in, and she, she could only feel him beside her. While it was all she needed it was worrisome.
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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 27, 2019 13:54:02 GMT -8
Vithkun certainly felt the tension leave Myra - not immediately but gradually and he was happy they were able to communicate to a better end than they had before. As Myra spoke about the city having no life Vithkun felt the shadows creep up his mind, felt the fear of what had happened and how the past would come back to haunt and torment them for the mistakes that had been made. But he refused to pay them heed, refused to succumb to their greedy sapping of his light and his index finger gently turned Myra's eyes towards his own by lifting her chin.
"If so then we will be that life, and we will bring light to the shadows that are so in need of it." he said his voice calm and collected. He owed himself, Myra and even his people to not only persist, but to share optimism in what he did. "If the shades of this place come to haunt us I will know, that their face is but the pitiful remnants of their last hours - their own true fear smeared in a vile expression. I can't fear that." Vithkun said, his heart set on this and even if he could not live up to his ambitious words, he'd face it and stand right by Myra's side, for he had now realized that true elven pride was to stand up for - and by - that and those he really cared about.
"I'm ready, let's go." he said and nodded continuing down the winding stairs, the bowels of the mountains awaiting him and Myra - and to avoid being digested by the darkness, they needed each other's light more than anytime before.
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