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 Dec 25, 2018 6:46:02 GMT -8
Vithkun looked around and settled his gaze on the old gate house with lanterns still clearly lit inside of it. "Not quite, but it seems like the people aren't too enthusiastic looking for guests. Was it like this last time you rode through here?" Vithkun asked in a muted manner.
As Myra drew on her psychic powers she would notice the town had plenty of life force - in quantity though. People had huddled together in their homes at the first hint of dusk and if she was able to measure the degree of each life force she would notice that they were weak and timid - almost scared of their own breath holding it within trying to stifle it to avoid attracting attention to themselves.
"What's wrong with this place? Shouldn't the local watch be out here asking what our business is and greeting the merchant dwarves?" Vithkun suggest as he quietly threw his arms out and with a snap of his fingers had Winder Strider put him down. "I'm going to hear what the gate guard has to tell us..." Vithkun decided and went over to the gate house and decisively lifted his sheath halfway out of his belt knocking twice on the thick wooden door with the scabbard.
"We are travelers, come out here and do your job..!" Vithkun announced quite annoyed of what he felt was a cowardly behavior. A gate guard was supposed to meet travelers first to check on them in order to protect the population against bandits and thieves just marching into the town, but although a shadow was seen flickering inside the small house the door remained locked.
"Any ideas, Myra?" Vithkun asked and frowned.
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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 Dec 25, 2018 7:00:54 GMT -8
Exerting the small force she drew back as quickly as possible and answered Vithkun in the same breath, “No, it was not.”
The effort was minimal to actually reach out in order to assess for those around her but what it took to draw back and not take what she had felt was enormous. It left her not physically exhausted but mentally unaware for a moment as she tried to regain her wits. Vithkun may or may not have been aware of what she attempted but she would prefer the latter in this case rather than the former. His last reaction had not been pleased at what she had done and even to touch on the subject was perhaps sore enough.
Dismounting when Vithkun had done so the merchants themselves were also whispering among each other but she did not remain with them. Asking of Uma to stay she dropped the reins, the horse would not move unless commanded or it felt in danger. It was used to both and could judge on its own its intelligence being slightly higher than most horses. It had also always found Myra, a rather odd trait if the woman considered it but the loyalty was astounding.
“They should,” she assured Vithkun at the mention of the local watch, “I’ll accompany you,” she said as he went towards the gate house. She did not speak as he did, it was not necessary. When he had finished and there was no answer at the door but shadows within the window she frowned, “They seem frightened.”
Gesticulating as to the very reason why the town seemed deserted in cheer and good will the feeling that had touched her when she reached out to each one was frightening. They had no reason to be so standoffish and they were not before. After all she was the first Drow they had seen and now an elf was here.
“If you would kindly move,” she asked of Vith. She had no doubt that he was capable of the action but she was in poor spirits as well after the Troll. Bruised and battered and wanting a warmer welcome than this she would raise her right foot and rest it against the door jam, though rest was a poor way of saying that she put her weight against it causing the wooden door to crumble around her foot and slip inward slamming against the other wall. “Let’s find out why,” she said rather casually considering what she had just done.
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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 Dec 25, 2018 8:28:21 GMT -8
Vithkun had little idea what Myra had done - prying into other people's life forces, whereabouts and such was considered a vile art by most elves - and Vithkun too. Perhaps because they did not understand the necessity of such thing, but also because that particular skill had caused them a lot of trouble back when they were actively at odds with the drows.
Raising a brow Vithkun was surprised that Myra agreed so quickly. "Do they seem frightened? How come you think that..?" Vithkun asked surprised as they hadn't seen anyone up close, but of course being afraid could be a believable reason to hide inside their homes although the way she said it sounded to Vithkun like more than just guessing.
"Move..? What are you going to..?" he asked and took a couple of steps backwards. Before Vithkun could argue about anything Myra had put her foot on the door and stomped it in splintering parts of the frame and the area with the lock. 'That's no thin door...' Vithkun thought and couldn't help but think that she must have had held back quite a bit when she hit him in the bar or his jaw would have resembled that door frame a bit more than he would have liked. Rubbing his chin ever so discretely from the memory he continued to follow Myra inside the gate house.
Inside the house a young man not older than thirty stood with battle ready yet frightened eyes awaiting the intruders with a sword pointing their way but positioned a way back in the room. "Leave you vile demon..!" he shouted shielding his wife and children behind him as he saw the dark skinned figure entering through the splinters and chaos before seeing Vithkun entering behind Myra. "An... elf?" he said and looked confused at Vithkun before turning his gaze back to Myra and her pointy eyes. He couldn't remember seeing an elf before having only had this station for a short time after the old gate keeper - so in his mind those ears could as well be demon ears - and the eyes and skin only supported that thesis.
"W-what do you want!" he spoke pointing his sword back and forth between Myra and Vithkun. Vithkun moved up to Myra's right and narrowed his eyes.
"You fool! Why aren't you out checking people entering the city?!?" he scolded the gate guard believing him to be a coward for only trying to protect his own family and leaving the rest of the village in danger as a consequence.
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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 Dec 25, 2018 9:06:24 GMT -8
Necessity wasn’t a consideration by most elves for they never left their lands, never faced certain death that stared them down like a large cat slowly and surely rolling their paws each claw digging into the dirt as they prepared to strike. Myra knew this stare, had faced it before, and every time it had occurred she had gone in with nothing but everything she had. Which was herself, brute force, and the one talent that was frowned upon through all the lands but was necessary. Openly sharing her findings with Vithkun would have been disasterous, his suspicion already obvious upon his face she barely paid scant attention to it other than glancing when he stroked his jaw. The movement had drawn her attention and a small smile upon her face, hidden quickly by the more serious look that came to the door being opened.
“The emptiness of the street, before it was lovely here, lively and they came out to greet the merchants as they brought supplies. Most people do not hide unless they fear something.”
An observation she would have made whether she touched them or not but strengthened by the knowledge of its truth. Vith barely had a chance to get out his words before splinters flew and she walked in grabbing her morning star from the belt it perched upon and heaving it into her right hand. It turned out to be unnecessary and she quickly lowered it.
Myra placed a hand upon Vithkun’s upper arm gently gripping it to calm him as he berated the man. “Not all can be as brave as you,” she complimented him in one stroke before looking to the man, “You recognize his kind, and I am Drow, but a branch of the elves that is not often seen. We mean you no harm, perhaps the opposite. Lower your weapon.”
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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 Dec 26, 2018 6:22:28 GMT -8
The man inside the house was confused. First the fair and elegant elf scolded him and then the demonic looking elf spoke softly and nicely to him - had it been reversed he would have understood but at least it seemed not as if they had come to plunder and pillage seeing as the drow - as she claimed to be - lowered her mace. "I am only trying to protect my family, I am no army!" he defended himself replying to Vithkun who frowned and gave Myra a sidelong glance.
"He does seem frightened." Vithkun spoke muted to Myra and wondered what had caused this fear. Vithkun calmed down from Myra's words and sighed although it was with some skepticism he accepted that she probably meant what she said calling him brave and reluctantly gave her a half smile.
The man slowly lowered his sword still focused on the two elves - he had heard they were able to conjure all kinds of ills when provoked so he tried not to. "Ahh yes... of course. But how did you arrive here?" he asked curiously. "Anyway it's a bad time for any kind of visit right now, you should probably turn back." he said trying to sound as assertive as he could given he was still afraid of them. He sheathed his sword and grabbed a piece of paper from the nearby desk putting it into the drawer.
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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 Dec 26, 2018 6:32:10 GMT -8
His sceptisicm was uncalled for, even if she had wished to utter a lie or to boost his ego it had been with complete honesty that she had done so in passing. Had she not thought the very same truthfully it would never have come from her mouth. Nor did she blame the man in front of her for worrying about his own instead of everyone. It took a special sort to put the needs of many over the needs of that which belonged to him or was his. Myra had begun to feel this more and more throughout their journey as she warmed to Vithkun and as he attempted to pry the jewel from her mentally before they even reached it. He had not given her a reason that she had not begun to think of herself but only made her consider it further for when they arrived she would be faced with a final task. One that would be the hardest of all, should she betray the only person she’d ever begun to truly care for?
Her reverie could not last nor fully be explored as they stood in the small room facing down the dwarf who was throwing something in a drawer rather quickly. Every inch of her being wanted to pry the damned thing open and know what he had been attempting to dispose of but that was beyond the rudeness of breaking down his door.
“We came with the merchants being given safe passage through your lands by the King himself, he is elf friend to him now,” mentioning her own relationship to the royal family was a bit chaste in her opinion so she did not choosing to put the focus on the one who would be seen as more believable. Considering he had called her a demon, “And what pray tell makes this a bad time? You stand here in fear not opening a door to those who come? The people here hurry through the streets and from what I can tell from afar they carry the same fear as you? What plagues you so that you do not send for help or do not believe you have strength enough to do more than cower behind a locked door?”
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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 Dec 27, 2018 11:14:08 GMT -8
"I-I'm sorry for calling you a demon then..." he said and bowed his head slightly to show them respect although he remained in eye contact as Vithkun blew air out of his nose and brushed back his hair.
"You failed to mention that I'm an elven prince too - heir to High Haven in fact." he remarked to Myra and stared the simple man down as the gate guard made big eyes.
"R-royalty..?!?" he said as his eyes traveled back and forth as if he didn't quite know whether to bow or not.
"Yes, but don't mind that - no one really does these days. I want to know the answer to Myra's question too." he said and crossed his arms as the guy - coerced by his wife behind him - decided to bow down on his knees.
"I really don't want to get into any trouble and either way I'm sure you can't help - neither do I want to drag you into it. The mayor strictly said that... Umm... He said that it was best that outsiders turned back due to their own safety." the gate guard explained still face down into the ground on his knees with hands in front of him in an almost apologetic bow.
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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 Dec 27, 2018 11:25:42 GMT -8
“It was unnecessary,” Myra shrugged when Vithkun spoke about his title. Not every peasant needed to know of his lineage, frankly she did not treat him differently because of it. At least not now after what had occurred. They may have not spoken about that night but it did not mean she could forget it and just like his sore jaw it would be something brought up by the smallest things.
“Get up,” she told the man reaching down and grasping him by his elbow, showing courtesy was one thing but straight reverence was something she could not abide by. He was not a servant of Vithkun’s and owed him no loyalty nor did he need to be on his knees. No elf would have lowered themself so and she would not see even a human do it.
Once she had gotten him if his wife did not stand she would also bring her to her feet. Otherwise she crossed her arms and made a quick decision, as she was want to do, and told Vithkun, “I guess it’s time we speak to the mayor then.”
The man who had previously been bowing was not out from under the darkness of her gaze yet as she brought about one more question, “Would you care to tell us where we can find him? I’m not against taking down more doors.”
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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 Dec 27, 2018 13:39:42 GMT -8
'Unnecessary' Vithkun thought and frowned slightly, he'd have argued that the guy had perhaps overdone it but people did tend to take their presence the wrong way anyway and he saw no reason as to hide his position. The man would get up, still confused, and his wife do the same shortly after.
"The mayor? But he did stress that any outsider should turn back imm..." he said as Vithkun frowned giving him a hard stare and with the drow threatening to destroy more doors he was conflicted as whether to tell them or not. The mayor would be displeased to know that the gate guard sent them but as he had before he was first and foremost thinking of himself and his own family and wanted those troublemakers out.
"He-he's in the town hall further down the street..!" he said and straightened his back between the lines suggesting that he was done entertain guests today.
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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 Dec 27, 2018 13:49:42 GMT -8
“Thank you,” whether he cared to entertain guests or not Myra had driven the nail in further towards the board that her determination and ferocity would not be changed easily. Nor would it go away anytime soon as she turned face and headed out the door barely getting out a, “You better get that door fixed soon, might get drafty,” with the sort of shrugging shoulders if Vithkun looked at her that told him she really wasn’t sorry for breaking it and she could not even deny that she did not care as to the matter of it. Harsh in a sense but not totally uncalled for he was the guard and whether the mayor had given orders or not and whether she had made excuses earlier she did not fully find his actions called for.
The general unrest of the town combined with the apparent demon look that she had been accused of reassured her that their short walk to the Town Hall would not be interrupted. Should anyone attempt they might turn back the instant her wild eyes landed on them. Like a predator she had a tendency to show might before even bothering to attack since it mattered not to her at the moment.
Reaching the town hall she was willing to give the door one try, really only one for if it wasn’t unlocked her patience had already seen more than the very thin line that it was could take. So many choices and emotions raging within her made this one a simple one to grasp onto as it ended to blast the others away even if it was short lived. Grasping the handle if it did not give way she would knock upon it, not a polite kind one but the sort that says answer the door or I’ll take this one down too.
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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 Dec 28, 2018 0:18:41 GMT -8
The walk down to the town hall wasn't interrupted and in her decisive stride she might notice that no one at all were outside at this point. Noticing that Myra was in the mood of no fun right now Vithkun decided upon following her a few steps behind. Honestly Vithkun felt that at times she created her own trouble and he sighed a bit, but it was too late to stop her now.
As Myra grasped the door handle she would notice this one wasn't locked - in fact it was barely closed and she would here voices coming from within the town hall, which was no more than a medium sized farm house made to suit this purpose. The lights were bright and flickering inside town hall and as she would push the door open and enter she would notice three cloaked men standing in front of the mayor dressed in auburn ropes with their backs to Vithkun and Myra - two holding torches and one uttering sharp words to the mayor.
"It will be as he commands, the march will take place whether you want it or not..!" one of them said in an almost hissing voice pointing his finger into the chest of the mayor - a middle aged man with shoulder long grey hair and gaunt features looking quite intimidated by his guests. About to answer the cloaked guy the mayor's attention suddenly diverged towards the two new comers and a face expressing both doubt and fear came to showing as the cloaked 'visitors' turned around to face what had entered the door and interrupted their argument.
"Who are you? We were having a private chat with the mayor concerning none of you." the cloaked guy spoke sounding like he was calming his voice forcefully, his slightly yellowish pupils glinting vaguely in the light of the torches and slightly contorted - although human - features outlining his face with strands of black hair reaching down in front of his forehead.
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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 Dec 28, 2018 5:29:54 GMT -8
Creating your own trouble was the only way to sort out the truth at times, she had not apologized to the gate guard because she felt it unnecessary and soon enough she would not be apologizing for opening this door. The rather derelict town had set all senses on edge and to assume that she was going to feel in the wrong for doing something she felt was right was rather a pointless endeavor. In fact as she found the door open she was saddled with a choice. Turn back now or enter. It gave her just a minute pause, just the fraction of a second in which she considered what options lay before her. Before traveling with another she might have steeled herself and prepared for entry on her own. She had taken the Tower without a look back because what laid before her was necessary. This carried no weight upon their journey, no help or hint at the endgame for them, but neither had the other Ashborn, and neither had rescuing Vithkun to start. Any other elf might have done a suitable job and been much easier to convince of her own righteousness. But now, he was here. It was but a cursory glance she gave her own elf-friend. One to confirm that this path had to be taken. The space behind him, empty and lusterless, gave her an answer more than his look ever could and she sucked in a deep breath opening the door and barging in.
"The door was open," vague enough of a tone the danger presented meant that this had to be handled with more care than she could muster at most instances. Simply glad she had placed the morningstar back on her hip she wore not her cloak and therefore it was fully visible. No matter how her fingers itched she made her arms cross below her bosom holding herself upright in the action with one brow raised, "If you're having a private meeting perhaps it would be best to make sure it is closed."
Lack of tact would be her downfall, she'd never make it in elven courts with her careless way of speaking and that had been considering her words before they came from her mouth. Cradling strangers wasn't in the nature of the woman but observation was. Eyes cast of yellow, not gold, but yellow sparked her interest. No mortal man or woman had such strange orbs that reflected light in its brightest shade. Physically she stepped only far enough in that Vithkun could follow but mentally she was roaming the room looking for other exits and planning already one arched brow raising while waiting for a response.
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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 Dec 28, 2018 12:50:41 GMT -8
The guy that spoke to the mayor stepped forward a couple of paces and frowned. "So you think you're so funny. But you're going to turn around now and walk out of that door - and then close it behind you so we won't get any further 'guests' while we're talking to the mayor, is that understood?" he asked his voice almost grinding on itself as he spoke the words.
Vithkun slowly lowered his hands to the hilt of his sword. He was oh so tempted to speak up against these guys and their impertinent leader but had enough respect for Myra to know not to hijack the conversation - although he was wondering if she had it all under control. Time would tell but there was one thing they couldn't do and that was walking out of that door letting the mayor be alone with those underworld types.
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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 Dec 28, 2018 14:47:05 GMT -8
Oh I think I’m hilarious was probably the wrong line to utter and perhaps not completely true but she would have forced it through gritted teeth to the best of her ability if the situation had been slightly less serious. Never mind the curse itself preventing its utterance while she kept one brow raised at the very tone in which she was addressed. Rude before when interrupting and then giving quite the inconsiderate line before he’d had a chance to speak she’d almost begged for some sort of response that made insult in return. Now that it had appeared she was questioning how to proceed. The chatterbox behind her had finally found the off switch and she made no notion to wait for him to speak. His very presence was reassurance enough that he was going to go with whatever she decided in that instant and she came to the same conclusion, there was no way they were leaving this man alone with these two before him.
“No,” she finally settled on,”I’m generally not. Though I do have my moments they are rare and far between because it is difficult to be so when you cannot include lies within your jokes.”
Shrugging she moved her right hand outward in a non-comittal gesture her palm open and upward and her arm halfway bent in the center, “Therefore I will be frank with you, I do not care for the way you speak to the Mayor nor the way this town appears. I believe that you have some insight into the very changes that have occurred and I cannot willfully leave such alone. So I cannot leave and I do not believe that my companion is likely to either.”
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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 Dec 29, 2018 9:54:45 GMT -8
A grin widened on the guy's face as he turned to look at his two accomplices letting out a cruel laugh. "And what do you owe this manky little village?" he challenged Myra and Vithkun. "It has already been agreed and only the final details remain before this city is ascended into Lord Volypdaktos' glory." he said and raised his hand palm up closing it into a fist as his eyes narrowed. "But I see ambition in your eyes too. Drow-kin aren't you?" he said and tilted his head slightly.
"I do hate how people treat your kind, always seen as outcasts in this world." he said and looked into Myra's eyes. "Believe me I know that feeling. Every follower of Volypdaktos knows this pain having been spat on, ridiculed and even physically assaulted for daring to think differently and wanting to carve your own place in life." he said softening his voice in the process. "Even the high elves aren't treated with the respect their grace and pure hearts deserve - we the followers of Volypdaktos knows this too well and He will help us creating a world that is without unfairness. Even the wrongdoers are spared as they are ascended, his mercy truly knows no bounds!" he said the last part almost chanted.
"I offer you an extended hand to help us pursuit this most honorable goal..!" he said and put his hand forward towards Myra primarily.
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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 Dec 29, 2018 10:05:21 GMT -8
His lips were like little worms drawn out of the ground and sewn onto his face in the most vulgar way possible, the way they wriggled when they parted showing teeth rotted down to nubs his very breath insulting as it flounced its way around with his words. Feeling the dredges of vomit tempted to rise up in her throat Myra pushed it down with a very hard swallow. A man who could tote his faith around with such sincerity was admirable but to sacrifice a whole village? She owed them nothing but oppression of such a sort of intensity was something she knew of and could not allow to come to pass. The very Mayor seemed to know his doom was coming and had agreed to it out of a desperate situation he saw no way out of. She did, however.
Listening with a patience not often exhibited towards others the raging anger could be seen in her clenched fists. Who was this man to to assume details about her, to call her ambitious, to lump her with his own horridly flashing eyes of putrid yellow. "I am Drow," she answered this solely her chin raised high as it was no insult to her anymore. His hand extended after his short speech her right hand came forward. Unwavering in the way she met his gaze not looking downward at the action as she crossed but the few steps it took to reach him, "You are right on some parts," her admission came with a heavy, "but you are wrong on others. I have been shamed, ridiculed, thought lesser than others merely for the role that I was born into."
Taking his hand then her fingers sliding around his grimy ones, her grip tightened then, relinquishing in its punishing might using all of her strength to keep him in place but not yet crush his bones. One more step forward and their hands were turned inward towards the abdomen so she could speak directly into his ear as she leaned sightly forward to do so, "I will carve my own path," her voice was as if it were stone,"but not by stepping on the backs of others."
Releasing his hand she remained close enough to make him want to take a step back, or so it was her goal to make him uncomfortable enough to do so, "I feel their pain, know their fear, you offer them a redemption they do not believe in or want and for that I cannot stay silent."
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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 Dec 30, 2018 12:42:58 GMT -8
Vithkun listened to Myra, there was a strange aura to her - was she really going to accept those premises? He couldn't believe it and as their hands touched in an apparent closure of the deal Vithkun would let his voice be heard although it was meager in its surprise. "Myra..!" he exclaimed taking half step towards them.
The cloaked man smiled almost devilishly as he watched her hand come closer to his. A deal was close to be struck, his abilities in deception were impeccable and Lord Volypdaktos would surely promote him without a second of a doubt. "Uaargh..." the cloaked guy let out a painful stifled cry as he fell to his knees feeling the bones in his hand receiving pressure to the brink of breaking. Not he nor his companion got to react before the drow was all up close to him and spoke a few truthful words.
A smile crept up on Vithkun's face as he relaxed his shoulders. So Myra wasn't being deceived by the underworld type in the slightest and with Vithkun's apt sense of hearing he noticed the essence of what Myra told him his smile widening. So she had grown - a lot.
The cloaked guy yanked his hand towards himself in a combination of terror and anger. How dared she speak up against one like himself? "You think you know what they want and deserve! I lived here too before Lord Volypdaktos had me ascend and I saw the truth!" he cried out. "And you dare mock me! Rest assured we will be the ones to carve..!" he said swinging his head from side to side casting quick glances towards his two companions. The cloaked man stepped back while his subordinates stepped forwards drawing their long swords. One of them raised it high over his head letting it fall towards Myra's shoulder. The other one would surge past Myra's right side and seek to impale Vithkun in his stomach with all his might put behind the strike.
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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 Dec 30, 2018 13:58:47 GMT -8
Her name uttered with such uncertainty did not break her resolve in this matter, should Vithkun truly have believed that her stepping forward was a sincere gesture of her wish to join their group they needed to have a conversatio.
From one who could not utter untruths she became quite talented in finding them in others. Tells and signs that people carried with dishonesty and a questionable nature of these very men had made her draw conclusions almost instantly that she did not want to become involved. There too was too much warning that this encounter would end in violence. Prepared for the very sort she had already drawn the long handed Morningstar by the time he called for aid.
The man she had forced to the ground a moment ago was backing up rather quickly. If he thought to escape he was wrong for she would hunt him down like a rabid dog. Right this second she had a bit more pressing issues.
Her aim with the spear had been true due to luck but her aim with her own weapon was true due to practice. Extensively experienced in swinging it as if it were an extension of herself she never learned swordplay or how to fire a bow but smashing something to absolute smithereens was well within her wheelhouse. Bringing it about face to the man swinging his sword he had made the mistake of coming to close. The handle on the morning star was approximately three feet in length including the head of the weapon. Holding it at the very end of the handle gave her less leverage but her strength as Drow made up for much of the inconvenience of weilding the weapon in such a manner and considering she normally swung it like a batter at baseball with the heavier end at the tip she could count not only on the sheer force of her swing but also on the weight of it assisting her when it did make contact. Bringing it about face to the edge of her hip she had it held directly so it was level with the ground and facing completely forward. Then like a golfer following through on his swing she brought it upward and almost over, but she tilted it like a bat at the last second going from an upward swing to a sideways one but it was not completely horizontal with her body but at a 45 degree angle. With such she was aiming for his extended arms both spread slightly apart meaning even if she caught it in the middle that it would make contact with one and possibly the second should they have been at different levels as he swung down. She gave no leave to pulling punches with her hit following through because if she did not the sword might have continued its path. She was matching force for force attempting to make him waver. Her only hope was by hitting his arms that the weight of the sword and the extension of it would cause his very hands to cave to the pressure releasing it and sending him reeling. It was a wide hit to swing about her entire right arm had extended and should she miss, she was already in the process of turning her whole body twisting and placing weight into the hit by drawing her right foot backwards turning like a ballerina and pivoting on the one foot. Disabling him instead of killing him was preferable as they needed someone to question though the little worm of a man that had first spoken might be a suitable alternative.
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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 Dec 31, 2018 6:40:51 GMT -8
The cloaked man moved in on Myra and with short snarl he let his sword fall towards the elf. It was a pity he had to kill her and that his boss' charms didn't work - she was cute and they would have made a nice pair he thought. But then again someone who didn't follow Lord Volypdaktos wasn't good enough for him and he had made up his mind with the strike. However he had devoted little energy into considering that he wouldn't win now he was a devotee of Lord Volypdaktos and felt almost invulnerable, but as his sword descended Myra's mace had been there already and with a bone breaking thumb it broke the large bones in his forearm causing him to drop his sword instantly and topple backwards and down onto the ground.
"Ah...! Ahhhh!" he screamed realizing what had transpired. "Y-you broke my arm you elf bastard!" he yelled towards Myra although as he yelled he realized his own folly and pushed himself further backwards with his feet realizing that she might kill him with the next one.
On the other side of the room Vithkun stood with eyes narrowed and focused on the threat approaching. They were clearly not that skilled, probably mere workers turned cultists and taught a thing or two about turning the sharp end of a blade away from themselves. There was too little place to get really rowdy in here, but in this situation he was clearly in a favorable position. Some wood elves might be nimbler, but Vithkun was no slouch and sidestepping as he moved forward he drew his knife with the blade facing downwards and motioned a deep cut to the cloaked guy's thigh as he moved past the cultist allowing his opponent to fall to the floor with a cry as Vithkun re-adjusted his focus. Was Myra done with her opponent and what did the boss of these guys had in mind, standing a little further 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 Dec 31, 2018 13:06:09 GMT -8
Despite the man's rather odd thoughts she had no intention of pausing, nor would she have cared. Following through she cracked the ulnar and radius in two taking them apart as easily as some might cut butter the hit smooth and clean and causing a rather odd angle within the bones themselves. "Frankly I'm not sure if my parents were married or not," she told the man something humorous in her statement even if she was completely serious when she spoke it. Vithkun might have caught her words but as he was looking to her she was assessing the exits and the other man who had managed to scramble to his feet. He had not drawn on her immediately instead asking of the other two but assuming he was completely unarmed was dangerous. The one before her that had been cloaked was backing away and clearly not prepared for any battle but she kept a vigil on him mentally as it were in case he decided to pick up his sword again.
Vithkun covered the door that they had entered, having not moved far from it, but this was a home at one time and they generally had more than one exit. Being small was to her advantage in sorting out if the man wanted to run and she was quick, used to being on her feet and certainly had more endurance and strength than the men present, other than the elf, due to her inherited traits as Drow. Vithkun carried the same sort of ease in his manner but he was taught from a young age how to manage himself and trained how to fight, long hours spent dueling and training and the use of his magic would have taught him how to manage his own energy.
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