LadyRunic

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Rhys Asher

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Location: His home

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Of all the reactions that Rhys expected to get? A pillow being hurled at him and then exploding was not one of them. Already the boy was clammy and unconscious. It was luck that the boy had managed onto a bed. But that was all Rhys knew as a pink pillow slammed against him sending him back into one of the damnable beds. His head spinning as sticky blood slipped from a gash. Squeezing his eye shut, the Wizard cursed softly. "Cause the heart to beat steady and strong and air to breath!" The man snarled as he pulled himself to his feet. "Help the boy, damn you." The dangerous looking man stood, pressing a hand to his head. The fingers slowly turning crimson.

He didn't wait for another word as he shot a glare in the direction of the one who classified him as 'Mr. Butthole'. Baring his teeth in a menacing smile, Rhys gave a humourless laugh that made his head ache. "Worry about the boy. He's on death's door by some twisted soul. It's not of my doing, I was trying to undo it." He doubted they would believe him, but it was the truth. Something that seemed to count for nothing. "And considering I have blood coming out of my head, do I look okay?" The incredulous look on Rhys's face was one of sheer annoyance as he stared at the idiot boy. Was he a magnet for troubled children now?! It seemed he was attracted all the boys but the Apprentice he wanted to lure that dratted ExtraOrdinary Wizard to her doom! "I do not have time for this. Disappear, Reappear, Somewhere else, Take me there, Take me to My Home."

It was with luck that spell succeeded, though the scream of the other boy- Badger- as he appeared. "Badger. Quiet boy! Damn you, I've got a bad enough headache with this without your screaming!" The Wizard growled gesturing to his bleeding head. Sitting down heavily on the bed, he gazed into a nearby reflection and studied his missing brows. "Better brows than my life." The rogue sighed, "Disguise lift. Back to normal do drift." The man dismissed the Disguise as he looked to Badger. "How much do you- ugh= know about head wounds?" His face contorted with pain as he spoke.

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Skaoi Silverveil

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Location: Palace - Infirmity

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Skaoi gave a sharp squeal of shock as Myrus lunged forward with the pink pillow, lobbing it at the Darke Wizard. It was a apt reaction, but still she winced at the sight of the bloodied man. She wanted to help, but she was more concerned with the boy that staggered to the bed. Torn between the Prince and the strange boy, her heart overrode her sense as she patted Myrus awkwardly on the arm and rushed to Tom Meadow's side. Laying a hand on his chest she felt his weak heart beat and gave a small gasp as Rhys popped out of the Palace.

"I... Who was that?" Casting a worried look at Becky she shook her head in her own answer. It did not matter right now, the boy he had brought was at Death's door and he needed pulling back. "Forgive me, Your Highness, but this boy walks in Death's Shadow and needs serious help. Madam Becky, if you would assist me? Perhaps we could pull him from the brink?" She gave a pleading look to the other doctor before setting about her business. Soon pulling away from the stable boy. Looking back at Myrus she gave her other patient a disapproving look. "Highness, pardon my rudeness, but please remember you are to rest. Hurling exploding pillows does not count as resting. Please excuse me for my harshness, if you would please?" The effect of her sternness being ruined by her timid and slightly terrified look.

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@Mister Thirteen Are you still interested in this RP? Asking due to the number of days.

advanced/casual star wars rp. 1x1 or small group

@ca8e8ac I'm interested as I have a solid character idea of who I want to play. (If you want to go see her, she is in my 1v1 Interest Check under Mor'ann Arnhar.) Basically a Sith Acolyte who knows very little outside of her planet.

I would be very interested if we did it before the movies. Like around Star Wars the Old Republic or some other time. While I like the movies, I can't stand the latest one when they changed directors through. There were just things in it that bothered me. However, the past Legends I cannot argue against as they have been there longer.

Blood's Jewels (Closed)

Blood's Jewels

“Terreille in Trouble”

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Faeril Ashkevron

Location - Ashkevron Residence in Askavi

"Someone who will mean your death." The frosty Healer stated firmly. Her nails drumming against the wood in unease. There had been two strangers in the tavern with her, knowledge a courtesy of Gen and his brothers. They were weak and would be little problem for her men despite both being Warlord Princes. The Eyrien males had trained long and hard to defend her and fulfill a dept that was long past paid. Now it was merely for their small family. Steepling her fingers under her chin, she gazed at the young Queen.

Fatima was not what she thought she would find. The woman was young and brash making the path she would walk all the harder. More than once Faeril had considered if what she was doing was the correct thing. Was it morally right to force the Queen to take the path to war? A path that would tear rifts in the Blood for the greater good? So that they might survive Dorothea's twisted influence. Hyall's grip on the Realm of Terreille had grown to a strangling hold. While some of the smaller and less... savory territories held to the Old Ways of the Blood. Dorothea was thorough in her planting and cultivating the corruption she spread. A thousand years Faeril had watched and it was only growing worse. The shorter lived races were the most susceptible and it was a wonder they remembered anything.

Her heart sunk in a painful pit of guilt and uncertainty. Whatever she was going to do, it would need to be done. Had to be done. Standing the tall Eyrien woman strode towards the door and opened it reveal the three brothers shamelessly listening at the keyhole. "Clean up what remains at the tavern. Do not let word be carried back that she came here. Unless..." Turning towards the Queen that would hold the strongest males in the Realm together, the Widow and Healer frowned. "Did you tell your entire Court where you were going? Or did you figure it out with the two you brought with you?" Gen remained a stone wall before her and his brothers moved off to gather their blades.

@Torack The upstart Queen paled as the shield shattered when Lucivar strode forward. Not aware she had taken a step away from the advancing Warlord Prince who was stalking towards her. The man was walking the killing edge if he hadn't already passed it, and she was on the side the blade would be facing. Sonya's hands shook as she realized the blasted Colten had released their hostage when the windows shattered. Glass flying everywhere, and a few shards nicked her otherwise unmarred skin.

But it was the Green Jeweled Hyallian who had the smartest of idea, slowly slinking away down the hall as he felt the stones shrudder. "Coward." Sonya thought but did not give it voice as she nodded mutely to the Eyrien Warlord Prince. "Get... Get out!" She demanded sharply, trying and failing to hid the shaking of her voice. Colten was unnerving her as well, his eyes were filled with a sick glee of sizing up an opponent. She had accepted his assistance with the idea- the plan to slip him close to the late Queen- due to his hatred of Eyriens, but Sonya now was feeling perhaps his hatred ran the border of madness. A uneasy feeling clamping about her stomach. This was not going to plan at all! Lucivar was supposed to yield to her! He was supposed to be hers!

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Looking for StarWars 1v1

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@LetsFly If you could PM the idea to me per the notice in the first paragraph of my post then I shall take a look at it.

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Looking for more 1v1, open to most any ideas.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Rhys Asher

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Location: His home

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Rhys gave a solemn nod as the boy informed him of his friends' deaths. So the Young Army's harsh regiment got them first? Perhaps it was for the best, giving this lad a better opportunity to see things as Rhys desired him to. While his motives were mainly selfish, Asher wouldn't deny he did feel something of compassion towards the boy. Though he figured that compassion was mainly resolved to show his old mentor up one on how you were supposed to train an apprentice- in any field. However, Tom Meadow's scream split the lovely conversation. With a curse, Rhys raised his hand and cast a Scream Screen over the room.

Wasting no more time, he doused the fire beneath his brewing potion and rushed into the small cell to find Tom about to go into cardiac arrest and bless his luck- breathing. Gripping the young wizard, Rhys was at a lost. He did not know much of the ways of things as this though he did look sharply up at the boy. "Stay here and don't you dare touch that bloody potion. Read a book, be careful with them." Snapped the wizard as he began weaving several spells together. [color=Gold][b]"Read the mind of this here Mot. Cause this heart to beat strong and steady- not so fast yet none to slow."[b][/color] He could not help Tom, and he was loath to see a boy come to such harm- a thought that was unlike him a part of him noted. But Tom would serve him better alive. "Mot listen here and listen well. When body is healed and mind is well I set a Call upon you. Return to your parents home. Take the rent to the Landlord in person." It was a weak spell, but the last thing Rhys needed was his tenant's son dying on his floor.

All these troubled boys were making him go soft, the killer grumbled. "Disappear, Reappear, Somewhere else, Take me there, Take me to Palace Infirmary. Disguise my look to appear tall and fierce. Golden hair and eyes of black." Giving Badger one last warning look that he had best behave. But the room was gone a second later and he reappeared in the Infirmary with a snarl, hoping that he would appear menacing as a Darke Magyk user. Oh, it would stir things up, but the boy would get care for better and worse. If he engaged with a ExtraOrdinary Wizard? All the better to vent his rising irritation!

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Skaoi Silverveil

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Location: Palace - Infirmity

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Skaoi blinked as she looked about hopelessly at the maze of halls and different routes one could take. Her teeth nibbled on her lower lip as she hefted the small basket with her herbs and other equipment higher on her hip. The palace infirmary was about here somewhere, but she was partially terrified to ask for directions. Would it be considered rude and troublesome? She had received the plea for aid from the Healer Becky- or whatever they called such people! It seemed to very through the areas she had traveled through to escape the lies and horrors her brother had cast upon her reputation. Cringing at the old memory, Skaoi ducked her head as a pair of guards passed giving her a set of odd looks.

While she was not exactly pleased to be brought into Courtly matters that were far beyond her mere status, Skaoi could not exactly refuse. Stumbling through the door she gave a sigh of relief at finally have found the correct room. Bowing low to the two women, Skaoi's plain gown and veil looked oddly out of place in a Palace. Being just a little too plain against the finery of the halls and her surroundings. A time ago she would have walked through halls similar to these quietly directing servants and following the wishes of her family, but those times were long gone. The women from the Eastern Snow Plains straightened carefully, lest the basket spill out it's delicate contents. "I am terribly sorry for my tardiness, Your Highness, Healer. I am unused to this grand Palace and did not wish to disturb the work going on to see you both in comfort." Seeming to shrink within herself at the words, Skaoi gently set the basket off to the side.

But as her blue eyes locked onto the Prince her demeanor changed considerably. No longer did she shrink but stand tall- well as tall as she could. Striding over to his bed side she closed her eyes in quick prayer she might save this life yet. "The Dragon-woman who came to the Palace declared him a 'mutant', yes? Могао бих га спасити." Giving a smaller bow to Princess Luna she directed the Royal with the tone of any doctor in a dire situation. Authority- though hers contained a edge of timidness. "If Your Highness would be so kind as to write down the information she can recall about those mentally ill family members? Names, relations, the noted instances of it. Please, Your Highness, no detail is too small."

Laying a hand upon the boy's arm, the Healer reached within herself and focused on shutting his powers down. Releasing him upon noting no change, she nodded to herself more than the other two. "Your Highness- Prince Myrus-," Skaoi notably cringing at using such a familarity with royals, but it seemed something the boy was used to so perhaps it would put him at ease. That was the key with powers she had noted. Feeling safe helped with most anything especially when odd things were happening without your consent. "Your Highness, we respect your wisdom of this 'Gold' but to help others you must first help yourself. We must be able to understand you." Her voice was a small thing, but her no-nonsense edge she took with young patients was there. A tone that generally appeared around those who needed it. With the upmost care Skaoi began slowly questioning the boy as to how he felt and running her hands over his forehead and checking his eyes. While she respected Becky, her own examination was necessary. If she had called upon the woman, Skaoi would be insulted if Becky did not do the same upon her patients. They were merely humans after all, and such folk made mistakes or missed things. It was their nature. So into the interrogation of the boy was she, Skaoi missed the entrance of another person to the room.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Rhys Asher

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Location: his home

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So the lad was called 'Badger', not a bad name per sey. Though it made a sorry cut with the boy in too big of clothes and too small of shoes. Giving the latter a glare, Rhys gave a small curse of annoyance at the Young Army's foolishness. Your soliders could do more when they were fed, clothed, and cared for properly! The Wizard's Tower was proof enough of that! "Shift the shirt, tuck the trousers, Change the cobbled monstrosity." Rhys muttered the spell under his breathe as he gestured at 'Badger's' clothing. The spell was simple as was the one that followed it. Cleaning and resetting the lad's clothing to a proper size.

"Won't lie on this fact, lad. You've the eyes of a witch and a wizard. A rare trait and I'd say it's best you stick about and learn from someone and those people in the tower don't give a toss about the rest of us down here if we aren't part of their research." Perhaps there was a bit of self preening there, but Rhys knew he was good at his trade despite his off day yesterday. Leaving the potion to quite literally stew for a time, Rhys turned about to study the boy. "Those friend still about? Or did the riot get to them?" There was a slightly raised brow to go with the question, but it was a minor thing of note. Rather Rhys pressed for an answer. "Lad, I do need an answer from you. You want to stick about and learn, or risk the streets to make it to Wizard Tower or some Orphange? I won't stop you, but I will seal your memories of this place. A precaution is all."