Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478 
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Sept 27, 2018 6:50:04 GMT -8
Had the standing between them been anything less than taciturn she might have been amused by his joke no matter how dark the subject matter. In the light of the coming morning perhaps the world would cease to see them so darkly both in her eyes and in his dreams. Though that shade fell upon her and her alone and as she slipped into the bed roll pulling it close and tight to her neck she let her conscious self over take her. Turned away from him she’d left her hood down and hair kept tightly in a severe mishmash on the back of her neck having simple tied it up best she could knowing it might be tangled in the morning.
Hearing his rustling behind her she heard not of the tent but of a simple cloth. A few moments to make sure he wouldn’t notice passed and she looked over to see him wrapped within what was his tent but laying on the open ground. Wanting so badly to speak to the small kindness of him remaining out here beside her she clamped shut a moment later when she thought of earlier that day. Shifting back into a position where she could not see him she could still hear him. He rustled often his sleep restless like hers the night before. When he bolted upward she felt his unease even in a half sleep state for she was hibernating more than sleeping because to fully allow herself to fall into that world of dreams would mean to subject herself to horrors. Nightmares came too easily after using spells she ought not to use.
Vith rose to head to the pond and she stirred at his movements but did not give him reason to pause. He needed time to process his thoughts and like she the other night she doubted he might share what laid in his dreams. Sometimes they were a very private thing while other times they were humorous enough to share. It appeared that neither would be sharing much of either for a short time and yet they had made such progress before. A poor statement by her to simply state she was Drow earlier when now she wished to reach for him, to explain why she had done the thing she had done.
She cast this from her mind quickly. She only wanted to explain because he was the first person who had ever showed her some kindness in a time. That had spoken to her as a person and not as if she were a creature from a different land. That night around the fire when they spoke of stars and the happiness on his face when he saw her were but lapses in judgment on his part. He did not enjoy her company, did not want it, he only needed her as she needed him and yet she wanted so badly for him to speak to her again and she could not reason why.
When the rabbit made its way towards her blankets seeking refuge perhaps underneath them she immediately woke. He would not make it to the Morningstar that he might have attempted to draw off by his teeth but instead found her hand gripping it as it raised. Only a few inches as she judged the threat sitting upright next to the creature.
“Hello,” she addressed it keeping the Morningstar elevated. Things were not always what they seemed in this world and with the oversized creature coming so close he appeared not to fear travelers. That in itself made her fearful, “And what might you be after?” Despite her fear she took a kind tone.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437 
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Sept 27, 2018 8:53:23 GMT -8
Overlooking the pond Vithkun sat down in legged position and enjoyed the tranquility it had to offer, but it didn't take long before he noticed something in the water. It was most definitely a fish - about the size of a cod - only sparkling golden in color. He leaned over to study the odd solitary fish closer as it danced around the water the moon making it visible. What was it doing? It was as if the fish swam in very intricate patterns - which it repeated again and again. Surely a fish wouldn't do something like that and Vith stood up shaking his head and rubbing his eyes. Was he still dreaming? When he looked down into the pond again however, there were now two fishes who each swam in these curly pattern which he couldn't quite figure out what was - but he would swear he had seen it before somewhere.
At the first quick twitch of muscles the rabbit would promptly retreat a few jumps backwards. Its obsidian colored eyes glittered in the moonlight and its large and bushy white fur would make it appear even larger than it was. The rabbit uttered no words in response to Myra but seemed to understand a threat and how to be cautious. But it would quickly be obvious that this one didn't come alone and both from the front, side and behind Myra emerged rabbits that were all about the size as the on in front of her. Though not exactly aggressive the did circle her before one courageous fellow bit into her blanket she had wrapped around her and another went for the bedroll. However a few others went for the sack of supplies too, though it would not eat it but simply drag it along in between the trees and the bushes.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Sept 27, 2018 9:23:06 GMT -8
Attack of the rabbits was a tale that might have sparked woe in many a poor fellow as a bard took to telling. Perhaps a more fitting tale for children who might delight at the story of rabbits larger than they were supposed to be that raided camps in search of supplies. Myra on the other hand was most certainly not amused by their antics and would take to attempting to scare them off. First by rising to her full height and spreading out her arms in order to frighten the creatures by her size. The second was swinging the morning star where it produced a high pitch squeal as it went through the air enough to make any man clamp his hands over his ears. She grabbed her pack that one of the rabbits was after attempting to get him to let go instead of tearing it apart by dragging it backwards at the same time. If he did not let go she'd give him a good nudge with her foot first. Despite her affinity for nature and all of the mothers animals she was not against killing a few rabbits in order to keep herself safe. That supplies was needed to complete her journey and without it she would be killing many more creatures in order to fill her belly.
"Oh no you don't," she tossed the satchel back, ripped or not and raised her voice in response, "Off you go, out out," waving her arms towards them.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Sept 27, 2018 9:37:33 GMT -8
Myra's behavior surprisingly didn't spook the rabbits very much and a few even took to just staring at her, though the squeeling sound of the mace being swung through the air seemed to unsettle a few of them. But it did not deter them from what their intentions was. As Myra went to fight for the provisions the rabbit stubbornly kept its teeth lodged into the satchel, though as Myra really dragged in it it lost connection with the ground and was sent flying a couple of feet losing grip. But while this happened the other rabbits had grabbed her blanket, bedroll and Vithkun's cloth that would extend to a tent and were rapidly on their way towards the bushes. Seeing the apparent success of those rabbits the others followed suit and ran towards the forest where they had come from and you would hear the scruffing of fur and paws towards leaves as they made their way through the undergrowth in a wild race not to be caught.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Sept 27, 2018 9:51:58 GMT -8
Yep, tale of the raiding rabbits, it already had a name. The squealing of the mace not being enough she was about to eat rabbit stew for a few nights for dinner, especially after they made off with Vith's belongings too. That man would never believe a wild tale about some damn rabbits. "Hey!" Screaming out as she landed upon her bottom the grass might have been soft but her landing was anything but and she would be rubbing her butt upon rising up. Her satchel at least secured since the other rabbits had taken everything else she tossed it around her shoulders and raced after them holding the mace at her side. Surely she could catch up to a few measly rabbits. Uma, her horse, had been watching the entire scene without bothering to interfere the oddly intelligent creature perhaps amused by her plight as he saw her race off into the brush.
"Get back here!"
Irritated with the small little thieves she asked of the trees to slow them in elvish. The words slipped from her mouth so unusual from her home language but her pronunciation made it sound as if it were her first language. The trees even responded in kind the lower bushes drawing together as if a breeze had tossed them that way and perhaps a few of the rabbits tripping on roots.
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Annan Ap Owen
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 35
Physical Description: At a distance, it would be difficult to discern if Annan is in fact a giant. Close up, it becomes even harder. Standing at 7' even, not a single ounce of fat resides on his muscular frame. For battle, he paints his body in blue woad, accentuating his frame, and cutting a terrifying picture on the battlefield.
He doesn't cut his hair or mustache, leaving the blonde locks free falling when he doesn't braid them into more manageable plaits. He does trim his beard, keeping it somewhat close to his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Annan does not wear armor, as he finds it difficult to find anything that fits him without having to be custom made. His day to day wear consists of a linen shirt, discolored from the usual white by the elements, and a blue plaid kilt. A thick leather belt, patterned with swirling designs offers the only protection of his midriff. He has a green, hood-less cloak for wet weather, secured at the collar by a gold chain. Long woolen socks and brown brogues are the only cover for his lower legs and feet.
For battle, he strips off his shirt, and jumps into the fray wielding an axe the same size as him, with a head that looks like a backwards "D". The head has inlaid gold of geometric patterns of slanted lines and swirls engraved in the steel. He also carries a compound bow about 4' in length.
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Registered: May 3, 2018 11:43:49 GMT -8
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Post by Annan Ap Owen on Sept 27, 2018 10:05:37 GMT -8
Annan cocked a rather dubious eyebrow, looking over to his bard to deliver a more specific understanding. The bard merely shrugged. He was used to reading prophecies and poetry and the like, but it seemed that they stumbled into one.
“I think they’re looking for a friend of theirs, and think their lines of fate are mingled with ours,” he relayed succinctly.
“Ah. Well, as long as you don’t try to evangelize my men or me, or get in our way, you can carry on with us,” Annan gave his answer, turning back to the camp to finish getting ready.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Sept 27, 2018 13:53:17 GMT -8
Surely Myra might occasionally in her race to catch the pesky critters come very close to a few of them, but as she did it was as if they increased their speed just a little bit always leaving her right at their wake but still no closer to actually wrapping her hands around them. At every fallen log and stone the rabbits would slow down ever so slightly only to launch off as she tried to make a move on them.
As Myra tried to coerce the forest by the help of her elven magic she would find that the although the trees listened to her - and some even found sympathy towards the drow - they would not follow her command. The trees however were in no way hostile or disliked Myra, but if she had any time at all, she would hear the soft whisper between the trees, plants and the bushes.
"The marked one is not our master. No the trees master themselves until he calls for us - rabbits are the same." their voices would say almost sounding sympathetic that the drow didn't succeed in her magic. "The road is long and the race is futile, grey one" some of the trees warned her, though the rush through the forest was much to their amusement too.
If Myra continued her frenzied pursuit though she would soon find that the rabbits disappeared one by one a little in front of her - and reaching that place she would find that the land suddenly extended quite steeply upwards as if a hill had been walking around and decided to sit down right there permanently and trees had started growing on it. Little over sized rabbit holes were visible inside the hill and continuing up the hill was a narrow path that had definitely not made itself and although the trees were growing densely in this part, little balls of fluff could be seen popping out further up the hill continuing down the same general direction as the path led.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Sept 27, 2018 15:10:47 GMT -8
The trees refusing to offer their help was unusual but they grew strong and the strength of their age meant they could definitely make up their own minds. Even so a few choice words came to mind to say to them but insulting the foliage to where they might trip her in return instead of the rabbits was unwise. The glare, however, as they called her 'marked one' was plenty challenge enough. Grey one was not so uncommon as it was used by their brethren as a basic term and rather not insulting. "Who is he?" The question came out as she raced around the trunk of a larger one at the disappearing rabbits. What sort of magic was this? No ill intent reached her but whatever drove them gave her pause for she began to notice the pattern of the race. A prey that stopped running until she was closer was strange as they watched her approaching before taking off. Never would a prey stop until they were assured they safe and her insistence on following meant they were not. Perhaps the trees had been wise in telling her that the race was futile?
Skidding to a halt at the edge of a path that followed up the hill she was some distance from camp, not that there was much of camp now that her bedroll was gone and Vith's tent had been stolen by rabbits and it was doubtful the man would ever speak to her again if he had to sleep on the ground for the rest of the journey.
She appeared to be a distraught adventurer stumbling into the path with her pack swinging wildly behind her. The only difference was her determination and that she held the Morningstar defensively before her. Vith ran off on his own and got kidnapped and here she was on her own chasing after rabbits who decided stealing their things was a wise plan. At least she'd managed to get them back to Vith. She'd ran for some time through the forest and without a doubt she would be capable of surviving a rabid bunny encounter no matter how fierce. Besides he wouldn't worry about her only be concerned that she had one what he initially thought she would, which was run off with his belongings.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Sept 27, 2018 23:29:35 GMT -8
The trees followed the drow's movement with interest and whispered of being impressed how a clumsy two legged could almost keep up with the rabbits - seemingly fueled by nothing but angry willpower.
"It's not all questions we will answer, but others say that he's a no one. They call him dangerous and secluded." the trees whispered - not in fear - but almost in anticipation.
As Vithkun waited and looked into the water he noticed an ever increasing amount of fishes that emerged and each seemed to swim in its own elaborate pattern. There was definitely something odd to these fish and as he stuck his hand into the pond to catch one, it was as if it went right through unable to grasp it and the fish continuing its pattern. Those patterns were not random at all, they were definitely painting some kind of words and a slight shimmering trail left by their tails outlined the contours of the letters. However these letters weren't something he knew about though they bore some resemblance to his own language. Vith looked over his shoulder wondering if he should fetch Myra and ask if she knew, but then again the fish might be gone by the time she arrives and it would only add to the tension that he would wake her up in the middle of the night for nothing. Perhaps he could do something to get to the bottom of this mystery himself.
The hill stretched upwards steeply before Myra and if she decided to scale it would be in a pace a lot slower than before despite a narrow path having been paved and obstacles removed. The path curled upwards like a snake and though the rabbits would no longer be in sight there was almost only by one way they could have gone - which was forwards. Forwards until close to the very top she would hear the distant yet audible sound of water running though not the kind that ran from a stream or river but the kind that fell from a cliff.
Passing a few trees Myra would also suddenly find the path ending abruptly as a small cottage stood at the end of the road its door not closed completely. A little smoke came from the chimney and the lanterns were lit inside and the window boxes had colorful flowers in them while the grass seemed tended to. There was nothing unwelcoming about the small, yellow painted house though there were no immediate trace of the rabbits. However one with a keen scent could gauge that they had at least been here.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Sept 28, 2018 4:14:37 GMT -8
The trees may have very well been impressed at her ability to weave through them but beginning at a young age she had learned to run from adults. Most children were swift when they got their legs beneath them but they did not have the strength and agility of an adult nor the length of leg they possessed. Therefore it had been a game of endurance and dodging errant branches and sweeping herself down into places that even rabbits would not go. Their continued effort to confuse her by their words only ended up in her determination to continue seeking the rabbits. It was the reason that with a deep breath and only a momentary pause that she struck up the hill doing her best to keep pace even if they had made quite the headway with fluffy tails disappearing into their own holes.
The further she climbed the less she saw of them until they completely left her sight. Hesitant she knew they were wicked fast but stealth was not generally a talent for rabbits unless you included burrowing. They would hit a bush and shake its limbs making it sing of their presence but here there was no such singing. They were lost to her and she had to breathe deeply again to control herself. The past few days had been a whirlwind of ups and downs and all of that cumulated in unspoken certainties and uncertainties. For when one could not lie it was best to keep her mouth to herself and yet there was much she had to express if she were to allow herself to release the pent up anger within her. Yesterday morning could have turned much more sour than it had should she have allowed herself a full answer.
Cresting the hill the scene before her was, well, scenic. The small cottage laid against the landscape like it belonged there blending into its sweet nature even with such a bright color painted along its walls. The garden was tended and the grass kept low to allow easy passage from the door. The rabbits were nowhere in sight and yet she felt as if they were near and as if they had led her here. Was it to her doom they had attempted to bring her this way or was it for curiosities sake only? The trees had spoken of one in the forest but this seemed not auspicious at best but then again what was she to do? Return and tell Vith about the rabbit crusaders. Not likely.
Steeling herself she approached the small cottage taking every precaution to search for traps in her wake and extend her mind for magic. A dangerous thing to do so openly but without much else to aid her other than a physical weapon it felt appropriate. Footsteps light as a feather the door was but a slight bit open and yet she did not push it the rest of the way. She knocked upon the frame first waiting on an answer.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Sept 29, 2018 1:04:36 GMT -8
Sneaking towards the hourse Myra would find no vile traps or the likes, only the well tended soft grass beneath her feet that made little to no noise as she approached. Scrying the place for magic would reveal nothing exact - yet could prove valuable knowledge none the less. Extending her mind she would find that the sharp and accurate pin pointing of magic was not possible at this time, rather it was as if clouds of magic roamed the place and yet did not stay at one place, but dissolved and manifested around the place a bit like a mist.
Approaching the door she would hear the soft crackle from the fire pit and sense the heat coming from the cottage along with a pleasant orange light. The smell would be that of a bit of sweet pipe tobacco coupled with what could have been potato soup garnered with vegetables. In this otherwise quiet place Myra knocking on a door frame might almost sound like a hammering as it resonating through the wooden door frame and reverberated into the air in stark contrast to her silent approach. It first a silence was apparent but after a short while a low pitched and rather hoarse voice was heard.
"The door is open. Come in, but please leave your boots at the door." the voice said inviting Myra to enter in a more or less indifferent yet accommodating tone.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Sept 29, 2018 9:03:46 GMT -8
The pure flood of magic in the area that seeped into her very pores was something she had not felt since the hall of elders. Those who chose to keep the record of their world and who she learned of the very jewel from and its original origin. It had been with awe then she'd felt the overwhelming sense of power and the ease at which they used it. Theirs had been a darker magic cultivated by the Drow but this felt light. The sort of light that the world needed in dark times and that filled every crevice of the forest when the trees had began to refuse her pleas. Was this the one they spoke of? Her knock met with a reassuring voice as he politely asked her to mind her own manners by removing her boots. Did this man know what she was? Would he invite her into his home had he seen the color of her skin and knew of the markings upon her arm?
Refusing came to mind but curiosity overrode all sense of propriety. Her only other errant thought given to Vith wondering if the man had found camp deserted yet and his belongings missing. Half smiling at the thought of whatever anger he finally had in him bubbling to the surface it was stolen away by the fact that it would be righteous. His thoughts on her would be proven true in an instant.
Using the frame to steady herself she was as graceful as an elf but when such an opportunity presented itself it was much easier to keep ones balance. His invitation would be met in poor taste should she have also taken her weapon so she deposited it my the door leaning it gently beside it. Taking off her boots she wore thin cotton weaved socks, dyed a lilac that she had bought as some small gift to herself. Pressing forward the door she took a few steps in padding gently, "I did not mean to intrude upon your solitude but I believe some of your friends have made off with the belongings of the man I am traveling with."
All this was spoken as she entered her eyes adjusting to the dimmer light of the cottage itself as she looked for the master of the rascally rabbits.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Sept 29, 2018 10:13:10 GMT -8
From his chair the blue eyed drow turned and glanced at Myra. It was a drilling glare though it was in no way meant to frighten her and he calmly he put his pipe and book down on the table besides him before folding his hands in front of him.
"My name is Annonai. Make yourself comfortable." he said and gestured at the empty chair in front of him. The cottage was of sturdy furniture though they looked well made and lanterns were placed so it was reasonably well lit and highlighted the light brown inner walls. All in all an interior that was not very elvish at all. The drow himself was clad in a leather tunic and rather ordinary cloth pants and socks that had quite obviously walked quite a few miles. His hair was white though a few gray strains were visible too and with strands hanging loosely covering his parts of his aging face it wasn't particularly orderly. However his water blue eyes sparkled as they would on any young elf with hopes and ambitions.
The drow had handily not answered her query yet and would wait until she sat down in front of him before continuing.
"You're talking about my rabbits aren't you?" he asked as he leaned forwards with an inquiring gaze. "I did ask them to fetch a few things, that's true." he said and leaned back again giving out a quick and loud whistle as a rabbit stuck out its head in from the door and slowly approached with Vithkun's 'tent' in its mouth. The drow took the folded together piece of cloth and studied it as he turned it around and upside down.
"What exactly is this?" he asked and looked at Myra and a quick sniff made it clear it wasn't hers. "You have a traveling partner that isn't quite like you. A strange arrangement." he said and turned his gaze to Myra again narrowing his eyes slightly in order to understand what was going on.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Sept 29, 2018 11:29:28 GMT -8
Expecting perhaps a hermit of the woods to be faced with another Drow, especially one with such a handsome appearance, it threw her for a very large loop and she had not an immediate response to the sight other than to openly stare. At least her mouth did not drop in the action as she retained some of her dignity by having her lips clamped together so she did not utter the first thing that came to mind.
Observing the cottage it was homely in part. A place even she could imagine settling in for it was strong and low and the sort of comfortable that allowed one to sink into the cushions without fear that it would ever fall out beneath you. She also believed it was not originally of his making nor his design as no Drow usually went for such a warm appeal when one opened the door. Taking him in fully their eyes met each stern and she attempted to look through him to judge his intent as she drew in her mind and snapped closed the seal upon it.
The cloth being delivered to the man she recognized its make immediately and almost hesitated to say what Vith was but it would be difficult to avoid the question forever and she could not say much else in return. “I travel with one of the fair ones.” A name for elves given to them by humans as a compliment but often used to avoid insult by other races when they did not want to speak their true names, “It is a tent, and it belongs to him, I came here to find it.”
Leaving out the reasoning why she still felt as if giving him as little information as possible would be for the best but she still spoke upon his comments, “It is of our own choosing.”
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Sept 29, 2018 12:06:45 GMT -8
"Are you surprised to see one of your kin out here?" he asked with half a smile. "You haven't told me your name yet?" he added as he slightly slit his eyes when she mentioned one of the Fair Ones. "I am told that he is not a drow like you, rather he is one of the self proclaimed 'pure elves'. Isn't that true?" Annanai inquired as he put the piece of cloth on the table besides him, not quite able to hide his distaste for the thing.
"It must be troublesome. If there is something they aren't then it's straight forward and while talking in riddles from such a condescending high ground they'll have you agree to things you wouldn't dream of agreeing to if you aren't careful." he said and mused. "Might he even be from High Haven?" Annanai asked Myra as he stood up and walked to the fireplace where a kettle had been put. "Care for tea?" he asked putting two mugs on the table between them.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Sept 29, 2018 12:46:00 GMT -8
Annonai was not a name she recollected from home, nor a common one passed down throughout generations, but his disgust for his kin was evident in his manner as he cast aside Vith's belongings. Her own eyes narrowed as she followed the slim cloth the silk material having been wrapped around the very man he insulted the night before. "You are told only half-truths and if you know such of him I doubt that it is necessary to even give my name."
Acting rashly was her general compliment to her quick wit and irritation at the world around her. The judgement of others upon her made her weary of those who judged others. Especially without knowing. For all of her companions faults he masked his good nature only the occasional ripple across the top of the calm water revealing the turbulence beneath the clear calm.
Watching the Drow pass to the tea he asked so kindly that it was a smack in the face to the insult held behind her teeth. Her right hand crossed over the edge of her hip the palm cupped upward as she bowed in a sign of respect, "But it is Myralthrine Host, you are well met Annonai."
His offer still hung in the air and as she straightened she answered it, "I do not but I thank you for your kindness. I simply seek to retrieve that which belongs to he who you call pure one and have surmised correctly is from High Haven."
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Sept 29, 2018 13:16:23 GMT -8
"You're calling them half truths and thus you recognize that they have indeed some truth to them - and I recognize when people are giving others a bit too much benefit of the doubt." the drow said and smiled when she said it might not be necessary to give out her name. "You must forgive me for summoning you here like this, but I wanted to speak with you personally." he said and fixed the tea for himself.
"Ahhh, Myralthrine Host. Now I can tell you right away that I don't care if you are from Host or you're one of the nobles - I left the hierarchy of the drows so many years ago and as you might glean it called for a new name. I found Annonai 'protector of the woods' to be suitable." he said and stirred his tea with his spoon musing as he looked at Myra. "Have you ever been to High Haven?" he asked and awaited Myra's answer.
Annonai looked at Myra and frowned a bit.
"And what would you do once you had them? Go back and pretend like we never met? Forget about it all and move one?" he asked with a glint in his eyes. "Surely you wouldn't want to miss the wisdom an elder of your kin could pass to you?" he said and nodded with a smile. "Yes, we have a lot to talk about, Myralthrine. As you might have learned now, I am the protector of these woods and see to it that vile mages and insensitive humans don't corrupt and pollute it with their magic and industry. Thus it is my duty to ask you why you're passing through and where you're heading?" he said and took a careful sip of the tea.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Sept 29, 2018 13:27:02 GMT -8
"I give him as much benefit as I feel that he has earned without the judgement of others being placed upon it," some spite lingered in her words for her own treatment, "He has the right to be seen for himself before I blindly accept that which others have decided is who he is. Just as you have left the hierarchy of our kind and say you do not care for it anymore so should you leave your premade misconceptions about how his heritage and his home might have made the man he is."
Remaining fairly close to the door she had not approached earlier for fear of reproach but with his supposed non-judgmental attitude, which she found to be contraindicating his words upon Vith, she took her chance. One of the arm chairs would be before her and she settled her hands on top of it her fingers spreading along the fabric, "I have not," she answered him.
Than speak your peace, the words hid in her mind but not in her tongue. An elder he was, more powerful yes, and certainly capable of making her but a speck of dust upon his floor that his rabbits might sweep away with their dense fur. It was to this end that containing all that she wished to say and speak was a wise decision and as Vith had noticed before she did make deductions and planned ahead when she was able. It simply did not occur when he riled her up.
"I have passed through your lands before," she offered instead, or at least at first, "And I have shown respect for their well being." Until recently. The memory burned in her mind and she could not help but assume now that might be part of what he wished to discuss. Unless it was beyond his reach and being the first to mention the small crater of life drawn from the world would once again not be wise, "I simply wish to pass through again on our path to see the Dwarves of Haloen. From there I have business in the forsaken lands."
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Sept 29, 2018 14:01:51 GMT -8
"Of course you haven't, because you are here. As a drow if you're caught within miles of that place you'll end up in one of the rat holes they reserve for prisoners they don't even care to put on trial." Annonai said and clenched his fist, the topic clearly a touchy one. "Perhaps there are things you don't know and don't wish to know about your 'friend'. The naïve heart does tend to forgive and overlook more than it perhaps should." the drow said his ashen grey face curling into a frown as he observed her strained presence.
"You look like you'd rather take everything back and run away as fast as possible. Am I that disconcerting to be around? Perhaps that's what happens when you spend so much times with rabbits and trees!" he said and chuckled with his hoarse voice. "I don't mean you any harm, Myralthrine from Host." he said and once again gesticulated towards the chair.
"Hmm... the dwarves." he said and rubbed his chin. "Well I can't fault your explanation anything but the forsaken lands what business do you have there along with the pure elf?" he asked their end journey catching his interest. However he sighed and positioned himself with one leg crossed over the other and leaned back a bit.
"A question about drows, if I may be so bold. What makes a drow get pearly white hair? Something that is under normal circumstances reserved for the race of your travelling companion?" he asked with a wry smile and casually took a few strands of his own between his fingers.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Sept 29, 2018 14:12:19 GMT -8
Technically correct about the elves she would have been cast into the deepest dungeon and forgotten if ever she stepped foot even near High Haven. Their own kin were less condescending about the presence of elves but it was so rare that it was not an issue ever truly faced. Still she feared that the result might be the same but a trial of questions would be faced first. The elf in question might never have a fair chance to explain their actions for as Annonai had mentioned earlier they often spoke in riddles.
Annonai's observations being quite on point she could not dispute them for they were true but to make amends for her actions she would slip off her pack. Resting against the back leg she walked around and took a seat near the edge of the chair itself. Staring off towards the fire she lowered her voice when she spoke something softer within it, "I owe you an apology for my behavior. I am not often found in good company among our brethren because of their view of my heritage. Your words upon my companion are harsh in manner but I cannot deny I worry myself."
"We seek the stone of Halthone, I have seen the carvings before it and only with his aide might we be able to reach it." And I will take it from him at the end. The determination she had originally was waning now like the way the moon waned and waxed growing and slimming. Annonai posed a question towards her that she did not know the answer to, "I do not know," she told him glancing his way and keeping her look upon him as he moved about the strands.
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