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 10, 2019 13:58:38 GMT -8
Kelly wasn’t responsible, did she feel relieved or uncertain if it was not the sort of answer she’d hoped for. HIs curse may be able to be broken but the casting that held sway over her now was like an invisible thread in the rather large room. One might come across it by chance, follow it to the solution, but even while searching for it they have to be happened upon by the largest stroke of chance and luck in order to find it. Finding other mistakes of hers were simple enough, especially when she took back the paper reading it. The Tower was made up of puzzles and a riddling sense of self importance placed in the magnitude that was its very construction. Originally it might have been much less of a burden upon those who entered, a place of learning mayhaps, but now it was a place to be weary of. Her lack of caution earlier had almost caused the warrior who so earnestly clung to life to lose it due to a small mistake.
It could not happen again.
Her fingertips trailed along the side of her paper one hand holding the glasses in place so it could be translated before her very eyes. The magic was true to its original spell placing it in a language she recognized and read easily. Comprehending and agreeing were two separate things and learning her lessons came in stride but not without knowing that some risks had to be taken.
Stepping onto the carved floor it was as if a weight were lifted off her shoulders. The sun might have cast its light for the difference it made that the darkness was not caressing her so sweetly. Breathing the air almost freely as they moved she kept track out the edge of her vision of her companion while observing the floor. This room was different, less intolerable, perhaps there was some trick to it or maybe it was the one safe place that she could find here.
They came across the doorway, massive structures that rose upward with but a crack that the whisp of a girl could slip through. Myra was not as thin as her cousins for her stature held more force to it but she managed to move behind her lowering her pack off her shoulders and reshouldering it nodding at the silence that was asked of her.
Utterly quiet she grimaced at the cold, and then at the sight, as she stepped over and around armor careful to avoid the pools of black sand quickly surmising that they once belonged to the bodies that inhabited them. Following in the footsteps of Sienna she paid close attention to make sure she did not step anywhere that would alert whatever watched this hallway of their presence. Her ability to see in the darkness was but another feather in her cap of making sure she was able to walk in almost true silence.
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Tower of Eons
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Roleplay posts: 291
Registered: May 22, 2017 17:35:36 GMT -8
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Post by Tower of Eons on Jun 27, 2019 17:12:14 GMT -8
The pale elf-like woman spared the dark elf a small glance, if only to confirm that she was still following once more she touched her lips to stress the importance…before she crept through the hallway.
The subtle hiss of sand being poured rolled under the faintest ‘pat…...pat…” of each and every foot step our adventurers took down the hall. The piles of black sand ranged in size… arms and armor of any given make were easily visible--- one thing stood out though, all of the metal was worn as if buffed by a never-ending torrent of sand. People with experience in the desert would be able to place this phenomenon easily, the ever-gnawing bite of sand being hurled by the wind buffed and devoured even the most sturdy metal signs, let alone stone or wood… Time is all it took…
The two came to a “T” in the halls pathway. Sitting slacked against the wall was a corpse--- Seemingly human--- long since dead to the point that the skin was crisp, his teeth bare, eye sockets hollow--- blonde hair still clung to his scalp. His left hand clutched an arrow embedded deep in his chest plate, his right hand was made into a tight fist---around him a ring of black sand.
Sienna paid the body little mind and made to move down the hallway(right).
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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 29, 2019 8:25:13 GMT -8
Sienna need not pay her the attention she did for after the last fiasco and the fear she’d struck into her she was going to be devout to whatever rules she laid down for them continuing. Earlier she had not mentioned danger in that hall, but this one she had specifically gone out of her way to relay the information, therefore she was at her mercy and would accept whatever orders came her way. Myra was rarely the kind to speak openly and without regard for her words to start therefore it was not difficult to be limited to the same speech that Sienna was, which was nothing.
Heading down the hall she observed each set of armor they passed by. The sand had worn down much of the decorations of some and began to bore holes in some of the other. She had seen this phenomenon only once and it had been along the line of the Orc territory where they lived within the sand. A place she never wanted to revisit the dry heat almost as suffocating as a humid one.
When they reached the T the other girl paid scant attention other than picking the hall they were to go down. Myra paused if only momentarily to bend down and look to the corpse itself. The sand surrounding it was suspect but she never reached out, it would be a mistake to openly touch anything without knowing if it was magicked or not. Had he made it this far only to make a mistake? The floor gave no signs that nothing should be avoided when stepping and the blood warrior she followed made no motions otherwise. What then had been his undoing? Was it his voice? She dearly wished to attempt to figure it out but held back instead continuing on in silence.
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Tower of Eons
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Roleplay posts: 291
Registered: May 22, 2017 17:35:36 GMT -8
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Post by Tower of Eons on Jul 12, 2019 9:12:38 GMT -8
The body , while aged and dry as kindling, as relatively fine and well preserved in the cool air of the tower... His armor had very little damage aside from the arrow sticking out of the chest plate. There was no weapon on the man, no sheath, no quiver.
The arrow was a thick shaft, thicker than most with black feathers bound near its steel knock. The thing was closer to a siege weapon projectile than a normal arrow, and how far it had passed through the corpse suggested nearly as much force drove the projectile...
The black sand was gathered around the body, but in a neat circle, well almost neat, the ring of sand skirted wide left of the corpse giving it a generous amount of space on that side compared to right side, the corpses left hand side.
Sienna paused only a moment waiting for her ally, giving her a curious glance looking back to the body.
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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 Jul 15, 2019 6:29:46 GMT -8
(Group 2)
Sienna pausing gave her leave to make further observations. Crouched back she settled upon her calves when doing so looking at the make of the arrow itself to gather information the feathers, the wood of the shaft, the metalwork that was ingrained around the knock itself. It suggested that it was a halfway advanced race that crafted it if they were using steel, humans were proficient now where dwarves had been for long throughout the ages and elves copied some of their skills crafting their own work.
It spoke of nothing she was knowledgable in. The Tower contained remnants of societies long passed from the face of the world that existed outside of it and perhaps it transcended time. Work here had been far beyond her own imagination of what was capable. Glancing up to Sienna she wondered how long she had been trapped and if time truly worked differently within it as well.
Observing the sand the pattern could not be mistaken for anything but, it had a pattern as it was poured around the body. Keeping her hand but barely lifted above the sand she was feeling for magic while skirting around the outside line to the left hand. It was not unreasonable to assume the man had fallen not to a trap but to another's hand but what was the symbolism of the sand itself? Was the left hand somehow pointing to something or symbolistic to whatever had occurred?
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Tower of Eons
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Roleplay posts: 291
Registered: May 22, 2017 17:35:36 GMT -8
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Post by Tower of Eons on Jul 25, 2019 12:37:13 GMT -8
The pale woman waiting for her companion did seem otherworldly, standing there with the pale torch in the stairwell, wearing the ill-fitting garb she had been provided. How long has this strange woman been in the tower? What nightmares had she lived through? The swollen bruises, and now crusty wounds simply decorated the stoic woman. Though, something about the weapon Siena carried, the one from the beast she'd slain, the metalworking was similar to that which was on the arrow. Concern crossed Siena's face however when Myralthrine's hand moved, as if to touch the blank sand, brows pulled together in concern. As Myralthine's hand neared the sand, a knot would form in her gut. Focusing on the sand, there was a very faint thread of magic... Something was dormant within the sand. The man's left hand was balled in a tight fist, as if clutching something.
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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 Jul 25, 2019 14:33:23 GMT -8
(Group 2)
Hand settled over the sand the faint thread of magic called like an errant voice within the wind hollering her name from a distance. Tempted to reach farther and explore that which concerned Sienna she might have faced an untimely end within the Tower if left to her own devices for curiosity was often the reason for such suffering within her other than the distancing performed by her own people. Not that some had not been self inflicted her ire leaning itself towards a lonely end.
Shifting focus from the sand to his hand she reached forth in order to unfurl his fingers and find what lay within them. It may have been nothing but the way he clutched it spoke volumes of the value of whatever he held so fiercely.
Not remaining crouched if she freed it she would rise and begin to follow Sienna once again looking at the sheet in between careful steps.
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Tower of Eons
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Roleplay posts: 291
Registered: May 22, 2017 17:35:36 GMT -8
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Post by Tower of Eons on Jul 29, 2019 14:28:47 GMT -8
The corpse fingers gave way with a dry, hollow crack. Sienna jumped slightly having been watching down the hallway cast an irritated look at the Drow, but it was quickly replaced with curiosity after a cautious glance down the hallway which they'd come.
Nothing stirred, thankfully.
The man had been clutching a medallion upon his demise. The thing was only a hair bigger than a coin, with a fine black iron chain threaded through a hole. The medallion seemed to also be made of iron, intricate repeating patterns adorned on both faces of the pendent. An old man's face was embossed on one side, the other a very basic geometric crest.
The black sand around the corpse skittered away from Myraltrhine like water dropped into a scalding grease, fleeing almost. Sienna looked in awe at the Dark elf.
Should Myralthrine move the medallion, she would find the sand to give way to her.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Aug 2, 2019 10:55:45 GMT -8
Myralthrine flinched at the noise of his fingers as they gave way the bones so solidified in death that they were not easily moved. Glancing up to Sienna to see her disapproval she frowned and mouthed a platitude that she would not understand but her expression was clearly apologetic.
Taking the medallion in one hand she allowed the chain to thread through her fingers and fall loosely. It was not beautiful but well crafted something within the work magical in nature. The face upon one side was not one she recognized nor did she find it repugnant just there. Brushing it with her fingers to clean it her touch appeared to have no effect. The heft of the item made her curious and allowing it to fall once to test the weight of it when she did so the sand shifted.
Raising brows at the discovery she quickly tested it moving the coin attached closer and watching as it rushed away as if blown by an errant wind that did not exist within the corridor. Looking to her companion who seemed awed by the discovery it was difficult to ask her questions when she could not speak and neither could speak within the hall itself. Therefore she could wait. Motioning her onward she held the coin aloft curious as to what else it might reveal.
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Tower of Eons
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Roleplay posts: 291
Registered: May 22, 2017 17:35:36 GMT -8
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Post by Tower of Eons on Jan 21, 2020 20:11:51 GMT -8
The Pale woman’s panic subsided with the moments of silence, she understood Myralthrine’s expression well enough and dismissed it with a wave and tight-lipped smile.
The black sand rushed to over take the dead man’s corpse like a torrent of starved insects finally reaching a ripe fruit--- least the portion of the dead man that was outside the accessories protection.
Siena took a step away from the dead man and her companion towards the stairs---- A step more than she meant! Eyes wide in panic the pale being threw her hands out desperately to catch anythin.
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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 Jan 22, 2020 12:41:59 GMT -8
Not quite donning the accessory it had been easily removed from the man but that did not mean it would not claim another as if it were a prize. Taking the chain she looped it through her belt loop and rushed to catch up with her companion. At least as quickly as she could without causing too much noise that might be the end of her and the girl.
Still curious as to her race she was determined to have her write down the name of it later to see if there was a literal translation. The woman carried elven traits with elongated ears and the beauty of her face but her tones were much more suited to the depth of water than the sun. Myra was the same in regards to the night's shade lingering over her own skin.
Her gaze now focused upon following the girls footsteps the instant that she went to floundering she rushed up behind her. There was a crack of a bone as she stepped on it in her hurry but she paid it no heed, at least not that moment, her concern was catching the girl. Which she would do if she was able grabbing her by her upper arms from behind and keeping her suspsended mid air if she'd reached her in time.
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Tower of Eons
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Roleplay posts: 291
Registered: May 22, 2017 17:35:36 GMT -8
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Post by Tower of Eons on Aug 24, 2020 19:14:52 GMT -8
Myralthrine Host The pale woman caught her companions outstretched arm-- Thankfully she was as dainty as she looked and instead of tumbling down the stone stairwell, she was caught in this balancing act, the loud “clop” of her boot landing against the stone hung in the air for a moment as she caught the rest of her momentum thanks to her friend. Between the thundering of their hearts they may have heard it, the faint whisking sound, a sound like the wind caressing the top of a dune. The sound grew steadily louder until it was near a shrieking hiss just behind the two adventurers. Realization and fear struck the pale woman---- she did not release Myralthrine instead she turned on a heel and nearly pulled the larger woman down the winding stair. All pretense of stealth had left the woman and her white-knuckled grip on her comrade. Torches lit as they raced passed. Their ghostly white light sparkling against brass door frames. The shrieking never strayed far from their panicked heavy footfall licking at their heels with each step almost.-- With a stray glance over her shoulder, the dark elf would see what Siena had been fleeing from. The simple black sand had taken shape, shapes ,rather faces, Limbs-- bodies of every imaginable creature desperately clawing away from the darkness. Pitch black and glittering it was like being covered in pitch were wadded up into a ball of burning tar and trying to fight their way free from one another, only to be pulled back in from the struggling below boiled down the stairwell after them with an insidious haste.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Aug 25, 2020 8:06:09 GMT -8
(Group 2)
The whispers of sand behind them alerted Myra to the change. Siena had been so intent on keeping them as silent as possible and both of them had broken it consecutively. First when she had snapped the bone stepping down on it and then when her companion brought down her foot and it landed heavily. Clenching her teeth when Siena took off so did she. There was no reason to even attempt to be silent as they took off full speed down the rest of the hall.
Myra glanced back to the sand that was rising upward. The talisman that was on her waist had made it retract earlier but there was no promise now that it was activated that it would do the same.
Tugging it she would break the clasp free from where it had been wrapped and with her right hand she would hold it downwards towards her feet. The half bent position made it difficult to run but she only needed a second to test her theory. If the forms that were molded out of the obsidian did not cease she would immediately straighten and keep pace with Siena.
If Siena was slowed because of her injuries she would do her best to help the woman along. Even if it meant sweeping her up and carrying her bridal style.
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Tower of Eons
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Roleplay posts: 291
Registered: May 22, 2017 17:35:36 GMT -8
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Post by Tower of Eons on Sept 12, 2020 16:37:05 GMT -8
(group 2)
The Wordlessly shrieking sands Splattered against the talisman’s effect like hot wax over a wine glass, the brunt of its form halted against the weightless shield. Tendril protrusions wriggled passed the edges of the field like wicked fingers inching their way to her throat in the dark. The talisman’s protections alone may not be enough to protect the both of them as they fled up the stairwell.
Siena bolted through an open door, yanking the much larger woman with her. The few moments the talisman had bought them were spent as the pale woman heaved the thick oaken door closed and barred it with the latch--- The door lurched--cold iron hinges groaned, nails whined with strain. The door would not hold long under the assault.
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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 13, 2020 8:41:17 GMT -8
Helping Siena with the door she shoved it into place as well and when they hit the latch she would lean against it for but a moment. There was not time to think, nor to reconsider, her hands moved forward with the talisman itself and she threaded the chain around the girls neck. Clicking it into place she offered her what protection they had at the moment. Myra could not fully explain herself, not tell her to take her back to the entrance and shove her out of it should something happen, all she could do was hope she might get the chance.
There was no time to keep remaining still no matter the circumstances and when her hands were clear of her neck she would rush to get a look at the room and also to check if the sand had ever crossed the threshold before. Any hint of it would be a worse sign but perhaps it was limited to the hall. Or so she hoped with very little hope that it was and that the door it was banging against was some sort of formality of its trick.
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