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Veritas Lux Mea

Kai’mos Varthus

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The madness seemingly never ended. With the ship in dire need of repairs, part replacements, overhauls, and a lot more than what could be done while floating through the far reaches of space, Kai’mos wondered if they would even make it to Port in one piece. To be on solid ground for once in a long while sounded wonderful and the thought of being able to take in the local culture and delicacies was intriguing enough. While Ithlo rarely showed much in the way of personality or emotions, their love of the arts -especially those of the culinary variety- was fairly known to those who were aware of the species's culture and customs. To be able to watch and study an artist work tirelessly at their craft can be breathtaking, from starting with virtually nothing but an idea, to producing a piece worthy of awe and wonderment. Just one of the many things an Ithlo may take more seriously than most, but it is quite alright by their standards. Perfection was an art all its own.

Kai gave an approved nod toward the Naka First Mate, glad that he had accepted the offer to help when they finally made it to port, and the huge bazaar that was known to be the talk of the galaxy. “I will, of course, keep an eye on your healing progress, but from what the biometric forecast is predicting, you should be walking normally sooner than later.” He said in a fairly relieved tone of voice, staring back down at the datapad held in his hand. “The physiological makeup of the Naka are quite incredible when studied at length, so be glad that you have a better-than-average rate of healing, especially against such wounds that were inflicted upon you.”

The Captain continued to converse with the pink-haired Ithlo, one of which Kai himself could barely look upon if truth was told. There was simply something about her…everythying that left a sour feeling in the pit of his stomach. He certainly didn’t want to despise her, but he also hoped that her time on the ship would be short-lived. Perhaps dropped off at Port immediately, never having to be seen again on the Veritas, and bypassing any possibility of further embarrassment or disrespect toward the people of the Ithlo Nation. One could only hope for swiftness in that case.

Thankfully, however, the Doctor’s unnecessary reverie was interrupted by the somewhat loud and echoed voice of the ship’s engineer as he entered the MedBay with a tone of disgust. Kai couldn’t help but smile inside, while maintaining a typical neutral expression, at the comment regarding the “android”. If anyone was going to be less open to the idea of having such an abomination aboard the ship, it would be Ansgar.

“Welcome Mister Staudinger.” Kai’mos nodded his head toward the young man standing near the entryway. “Was there any need for medical attention?” He said, judging by the electrical burn marks on the other’s clothing, Kai was probably correct in the assumption, although Ansgar’s prideful human heart would no doubt reject any at the moment.

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Musings n' Dreams

I felt her fade away
Like the fog dissipated
By the howling wind,
They couldn't see her
Crying out for help
Even though she was
Starting to break and bend.

She always felt like a misfit
As if somehow she was misplaced.
It was as if everything
About her had been erased.


I do remember that she
Would light up a room
And make everyone smile,
She was there but somehow
Became invisible after awhile.

I can barley recall a single
Thing about her now,
If life was her stage
Then she took her final bow.

Who was she?

A reflection tells me.

D&D 3.5e - The Marches of the Savage Realm

V’arsuth! She spat, one of many exclamatory remarks of the Goliath people that could either be one of victory or a curse against such terrible luck. In this case, perhaps her comment was focused on both instances, as it seemed being in an underground dwelling was much worse than being locked behind iron bars. At least the sky was much more easily sought out.

However, the slow, but sure healing of Gorosk had been a much more positive site, one of which was about as welcome as it could be considering the lingering friction felt toward the Half-Orc. Still, there had been a twinge of regret for the terrible thoughts cast upon him, but a past of violence and abuse is very hard to forget, even if they were at the hands of a disassociated tribe unknown to her traveling companion. Or were they? Vah’lux wanted it to be true. She hoped that Gorosk would have been in league with the Orcs of Thraduum so the anger could be taken out on someone. Something. But, the Goliath were better than that, and could only give those assumed innocent the benefit of the doubt. What recourse was there?

As the group was ready to move forward toward what they hoped was the last of the chambers, Vah’lux reached her massive arm around to where the three heavy metallic javelins were slung along her back, fastened and held by by a leather wrap, and slid one of them free from the others. It had been awhile since they were last used -going on almost a month or more in fact- and the coolness of the steel against a calloused palm felt somewhat reassuring. The javelins themselves were rarely used for anything but ranged hunting, and a strong, precise throw could end any would-be game, or in the case of their current situation, an attacker. The Goliath merely felt the need for reach this time around.

The Goliath took lead, determined to get through the underground dwelling once and for all, and back to the surface. As though the stench of urine, soil, and death couldn’t be any fouler as it hung in the air near the next chamber, Vah’lux noticed the matted and dirt-riddled fur of the putrid creature while it skittered toward the back wall.

“Alone?” She whispered to herself, doubtful it was, but didn’t notice any further obvious threats. And with a resolve to end the creature’s life, and the heavy ranged weapon gripped tightly in her hand, the Goliath wound her arm back, and flung the javelin forward with all the power and accuracy that could be mustered.

Effects against last dire rat

Javelin (ranged) Attack = 3

OH, this is kind of exciting.

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D&D 3.5e - The Marches of the Savage Realm

With great satisfaction, the Goliath watched as the last of the putrid rats flew through the air from being kicked hard and true, hitting the hardened dirt wall and immediately ending it's miserable existence. She glanced around around the open area once again, to ensure there were no further threats. The fight had been exhausting, that was for sure, but the fact that she was under the surface any length of time was also taking a toll on her. Thankfully not enough to hinder her fighting prowess, but it was still there nevertheless.

"Who can assist the half-breed?" She asked, taking a few steps toward the fallen Gorosk and kneel down next to him to place a hand on his chest. "He still breathes, but barely." While her voice was fairly monotone, there was a certain degree of peace knowing that at least the half-Orc may still live to fight another day. It was the least that could be done for one who fought for the same freedoms the rest of the group strove for.

"Renault." The human Paladin's name felt strange as the words slipped from her breath, as it was the first time his name had been uttered by the Goliath. "Do you still carry the heal draughts? If so, our friend here will need it's magical properties sooner than later."

Hello there!

I'm a sucker for a good bloody vampire romance, though I'm most certainly not a twilight fan.

@Dark Romantic

I mean, who is really? Also, nice pun you slipped in there...

Anyway, welcome to the Guild my dude!

Musings n' Dreams

Nobody knows it's empty,
The smile that I wear.
The real one is left behind in the past
Because I left you there.

Nobody knows I am crying.
They won't even see my tears.
When they think I am laughing,
I wish you were here.

Nobody knows it's painful.
They think that I am strong.
They say it won't kill me,
But I wonder if they are wrong.

Nobody knows I miss you.
They think I am all set free,
But I feel like I am bound with chains,
Trapped in the mystery.

Nobody knows I need you.
They think I can do it on my own,
But they don't know I am crying
When I am all alone.

Our Final Nights: A World of Darkness Roleplay

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Oasis Apartments | West Hollywood | Nicole & Eva

The late night hours dragged on longer than expected, but perhaps that was fortuitous as the woman continued to pace her apartment thinking aloud through all that had transpired hours before; the seed of paranoia sowing discord and despair in her mind. A Glock 22 was held firmly in her hand, giving at least some reassurance that whatever came at her next could be easily dispatched by the firearm. The woman just couldn’t tell what was real anymore. But it wasn’t enough to be plagued by memories that didn’t always feel like her own, as though she were attempting to wake from the most wicked of dreams. No, as the Curse of Caine flowed through her veins, continuing to breakdown whatever vestiges of mortality remained, Nicole could hear voices -and to a certain extent- see vague impressions of ethereal figures walking to and fro as though they were simply passing by on their way to another wall of the bedroom. What was that all about? Was it even normal?

“Normal...” The woman mumbled to herself, allowing a brief chuckle to slip through her lips, shaking her head at such odd concepts. Normalcy seemed to have left a long time ago.

What was that? She wondered, sniffing the air, as a heightened sense of smell kicked in, noticing something new permeating within the apartment. A scent that had not been there before in fact, but was ever-present nonetheless. It was foreign, yet vaguely familiar.

Nicole stopped her pacing for a few moments to pinpoint just where it was coming from, and slowly she stepped out of the bedroom and down the hallway, the coolness of the tiled floor hitting the bottoms of her bare feet. The further down the hallway, the stronger the scent, although far from offensive, but rather, quite pleasant. Certainly nothing the woman had experienced in her own home. And then she stopped just at the mouth of the hallway, raising the firearm up and out toward the unknown. Hair freshly trimmed down to the scalp, and still wrapped in a lavender bath towel from chest to just above her thigh, Nicole held the pistol toward the shadowy figure who sat as calm as could be in the leather armchair situated in the middle of the living room.

“Hey there.”

Nicole stood frozen for a moment, her eyes breaking through the dimness of the ambient light which spilled into the room, and only then did she realize who the figure was.

“Eva?” Nicole cocked her, simultaneously lowering the firearm to her side. “But how did you- ?”

The black leather jacket made the slightest sound as her body stirred just-so in the accent chair of the modest sized Los Angeles apartment, moving to the edge of the seat instead of leaning her body comfortably back into the chair. At Nicole’ shock, the 5th Generation Toreador simply smiled in response.

“You were stalked by a vampire. That vampire turned you into a vampire. That vampire was met with final death. That’s the report I got from several sources; one of which being very big, tall, and furry--like a werewolf. Ringing any bells?”

“That won’t help you.” It was a whisper so soft that had Eva’s lips not been nearly pressed against Nicole’s ear the fledgling vampire would have missed it. Nicole’s body seized, and allowed a half-swallowed gasp, as she saw with her own eyes Eva standing impossibly close to her after she was sitting in the chair across the living room just beats before.

“Speed is a specialty of mine. Your Glock might as well be a clumsy Nerf gun, for all the good it would do you against a vampire like me.” Luckily for you, there aren’t that many Kindred like me. If there are any Kindred like me.

The smile returned to her Eva’s face, softer in expression accompanied with a tone of voice that was warm and friendly, both hands held up palms out at Nicole. “Don’t worry, I’m not here to fight you. I’m here because you have no idea what’s going on. I’m here because in that bar weeks ago I noticed the vampire stalking you; I thought one night in the future you might need a friend. So I gave you the card.”

She was standing now, having “teleported”, or so it would seem to Nicole, from sitting in the chair to whispering in Nicole’s ear right next to her to now standing behind the chair she had originally been sitting in. Finally her hands came down, retreating into the pockets of the stylized leather jacket she wore. “We’ll have to fake your death, you’ll have to leave this apartment…” Eva’s eyes waited until Nicole’s eyes met hers, before letting slip the hardest truth of it, “Your mortal life is over. You have to leave it behind, now. You have to walk away from it. If you don’t you will die.”

”Mortal life...”

Those two works repeated several times on an endless loop in her head, like it really meant anything to her. So much was said in a short span of time from the other woman that Nicole’s mind was on the brink of spinning completely out of control. Was that even possible at this point? Had the police officer gone mad after all? Was the stress of the job, or the trauma of the assault hours earlier taking so much of a toll on her psyche that the line between real and fantasy was blurred? Eva couldn’t be real. She just couldn’t. No one can move that fast. And what was that she said about…

“Vampire?” Nicole snickered, as though a comment like that was the most unusual thing she had heard in her lifetime. “Are you fucking serious? I mean, is this some kind of sick joke?” The woman paced nervously, mumbling incoherently and rubbing her freshly shaven scalp; barely even looking at the dark-haired beauty standing behind the chair while trying to come to terms with something that should not be.

“This is stupid. I know I’m j-just losing my mind, not thinking straight.” She finally blurted out, her tone growing into more of a growl with certain syllables, and a rising temper could be felt deep within the pit of her stomach. Nicole looked down at the gun in her hand, turning her wrist to examine it as though she couldn’t figure out why she had been holding it in the first place. And then let it drop to the carpeted floor, as she staggered back against the wall, and slowly slid down to a sitting position with legs sprawled out and her head hanging low.

“Where am I supposed to go?” She whispered to herself, even though Eva could hear the words clearly all the same. “None of this makes sense…”

“Shhh. Let me help you.”

The words weren’t spoken, they were a whispered purr, one even if Eva had been across the street Nicole would have heard just the same. This time Eva walked at a normal speed across the room and threw her arms around Nicole. The hug was tight, as Eva pulled Nicole in so close and kept her there firmly, Eva’s arms tracing down the girl’s outer shoulders, and outer arms, before snaking around her waist.

Loose enough that Eva could lean back, and stare straight down into Nicole’s eyes with her own golden brown eyes hidden framed in a little eyeliner and natural lashes that looked studio perfect. The effect kicked her as hard as it would have hit Nicole; like a gunshot from a gun too powerful to be controlled. It felt as if her own heart was fluttering fast, a dizzy head and a feeling of warmth...but there was no beating heart, and there was no heat. “Do you feel me, Nicole? Do you feel us?...do you feel the utter lack of heat?”

Eva ripped the towel away from Nicole, as easily as she walked across the room Eva turned Nicole’s shoulders and rearranged her arms quickly to wrap the former cop up from behind; in the daze of the motion Eva had shed her own leather jacket. The only fabric between them was the thin fabric of the black tank top the elder Toreador wore.

“Feel it?...there are no hearts beating…” her cold breath hit Nicole like a wave of fog in darkness, as her arms held Nicole up against her own body, allowing no chance for escape. “I will help you. Look at me.” Nicole’s eyes appeared over the ridge of her shoulder, meeting Eva’s again. Eva squeezed tighter. “...come with me? Let me show you the night?”