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As the scaled Argonian stood ready he felt a surge of adrenaline flow through his veins as Leonidas seemed to calmly stroll towards their visitor, the man seemingly unnerved by whatever or whoever was there. Dreet-Na stared at him in somewhat disbelief, unsure of quite how to react – hesitating for a brief moment as he watched the dark haired man.
At that second there was a flash of light, a glowing ball of what he recognised as magelight flashing and hurling towards Leonidas as he made to look around the rock they had been focused on. The combination of the flash and his distraction at the young Imperial’s actions mean that Dreet-Na did not see the arrow hurtling towards him, and only grunted as the projectile found it’s mark. Staggering backwards slightly as the shaft buried itself into his abdomen Dreet-Na growled as pain blossomed through him, his hand instinctively grasping around the protruding shaft as his life’s blood began to flow free staining his robes red as it did.
His face distorted into somewhat of a snarl as he wasted little time in pulling the arrow free, another deep growl escaping him as he did so, gritting his teeth at the pain. He glanced towards his attacker, half expecting to see Leonidas lying in a pool of blood – but saw only that this unseen foe had fled. Taking a breath to calm himself slightly Dreet-Na focused as he cast healing on himself, the restoration magic flowing through him as the wound quickly began to close itself up as the flesh knitted back together. As always it felt strange, somewhat unpleasant and itchy as the magic did its work.
Moments later Dreet-Na was once more stood straight, waving away any of his companions who had witnessed the wound. A determined and sour expression upon his face he began to stride towards where the figure had fled, ignoring Leonidas completely as he did – intent on investigating this threat further. He made sure however that he was prepared to cast Ebonyflesh upon himself at the slightest of provocations should he need, intent on not suffering another unpleasant wound or worse.
Awesome.
I'm excited with these new characters all coming into play soon :3
I will get a short post up for Dreet-Na sometime soon.
Very interested.
Qa’skil tapped the glass tubing of his little refinery as the last few precipitated drops fell into the vile. Gritting his teeth as his expression and mannerisms showed the immense concentration and focus he was exhibiting, Qa’skil lifted the murky vile up to his eye and examined the contents against the candle that illuminated the basement room with a soft flickering. Growling to himself in frustration he examined what was again some of the poorest quality skooma he had ever seen before he jammed a little stopper into the vile. Rubbing his brow in frustration he moved across the room and slipped the small vile into the little pouch with the other two vials he had filled over the last few days, examining what was now his own hand-made stash. Over the last few days he had wasted almost half of the moonsugar through his unsuccessful attempts at turning it into skooma, and even the little he had managed to refine with what was left was of the poorest quality that even he had considered disposing of it – but of course he hadn’t.
The first vile he had consumed had taken the edge off for a while, but gave him [i]practically[/i] no relief to the deep needful burning he felt in every fibre of his being. He would still need to find some real skooma, and as soon as possible. The only slight positive was that now at least the little supply he had would now keep him on his feet and working towards that goal.
He rolled up his belongings and began to stuff them away sullenly as he wondered what he would do next, now considering the last few days a complete failure. Roggi’s house had proved practically perfect for what he needed, the basement being completely separated from the house with a rear garden entrance and mostly filled with dusty cobwebs, the foolish Nord apparently never using it. It had been a fine place to set up shop and use as a base from which he had gathered all of the components he had needed. Once that was done he had constructed the crude refinery and gone to work, amazed at how focused and dedicated he could be when it came to skooma. Qa’skil was also tickled with the thought that if he had messed up more, his refinery would have burnt Roggi’s house to the ground, hopefully with the foul Nord still inside.
Exiting into the cold night air Qa’Skil made his way towards the Braidwood Inn, pausing only briefly in Roggi’s garden to ‘relieve himself’ over the flowerbed. As he once more entered the warm room of the inn he glanced around, seeing the usual inhabitants sat were they always were. Passing the group of Nords Qa’skil gazed intently at Roggi with his one eye as he always did, the Nord now taking to trying to ignore him whenever the pair met. It was becoming clear that he was starting to unnerve the ‘fearless warrior’, and he greatly enjoyed any opportunity to worsen the situation.
“Greetings Iddra” purred Qa’skil, smiling his charming smile as he always did “the usual if you would please”.
The woman’s face lit up at the sight of him, after all he was one of her primary customers now. She wasted little time in placing two bottles of the wine on the counter before serving a sweet-roll , while he in turn placed several gold pieces on the counter.
“Any news?” he asked casually as he picked up his purchases, always curious for any information that may be of interest to him. He listened as she rattled on about the usual sort of things, some of the miners having a dispute over something, some trader coming through and the like before he thanked her again and made his way towards his usual table.
Taking a seat he once more glanced towards Roggi as he placed the sweet-roll on the edge of his table - towards where the Nord would have to walk past before leaving. With that Qa’Skil uncorked his wine and began his nightly ritual of drinking until he could drink no more, this time with the added component that he was considering where to go next. Little did he know that at this very moment a group of adventurers who hold the very fate of Nirn in their hands would be passing through Kynesgrove, and he would be joining them.
Name:
Dreet-Na
Age:
77 – Born 4E 124.
Race:
Argonian
Class:
Scholar
- Focus on mage type abilities, however his primary focus is knowledge.
Appearance:
Dreet-Na appears as most would expect of an Argonian , primarily reptilian in nature – the intricacies of his features lost to most who are not of his race. His scales were once a shimmering shade of green mixed with bright hues of black and yellow, however they have dulled with age and now he appears a dark murky green colour. The crown of his skull has a ring of short horns dominated by two large horns facing backwards, giving him a somewhat limited choice when it comes to head-gear, no helms other than those made specifically for him seeming to fit – because of this he wears no headgear other than the raised hood of his cloak. He is generally shrouded by his cloak, the fabric showing its considerable use with its somewhat tatty nature. It once was a beautiful ornate robe, however now the colours are faded and covered in dirt and grime accumulated from the many roads he has travelled. His eyes are a piercing shade of green flecked with golden-yellows, again showing his clear reptilian nature.
Personality:
Dreet-Na has a somewhat unpredictable nature, often dominated primarily by his mood. He is often stoic and moody, keeping to himself and sharing little more than a grumble with those he speaks with, often dropping generous amounts of sarcasm or disdain into the conversation. Other times, especially when he is fascinated by some piece of information or lore he is giddy and excitable, chattering away like a foolish hatchling. When intoxicated he is generally merry and care-free, even considered a joker – unless of course he is in a foul mood in which case the intoxication serves to make it much much worse.
He is fascinated by all things arcane and divine, and has what most would call an unquenchable thirst for knowledge, it is this need for information which drives him in practically every choice he makes.
Bio:
Dreet-Na was born the son of an Argonian mother who lived in a small Argonian community on the northern outskirts of the Black Marsh constantly besieged by slavers from Morrowind. His father was killed shortly after his birth and he was raised solely by his mother who was a priestess devoted to worship of the Hist. His upbringing was considered normal for an Argonian, but he never felt truly at home amongst the swamps and marshes that littered his homeland – his mind bored with the limited information he had access to, and as soon as he could he left to travel to Cyrodiil and find his way in the world. He joined a group of mages in Leyawiin, happy to lock himself away and study the numerous tomes and scrolls the group had accumulated, that was until the Thalmor invaded and destroyed the city – Dreet-Na barley managing to escape with his life with the assistance of another member of the guild. Furious at the loss of what he had come to see as his personal collection of books and scrolls he became a travelling recluse, seeking to liberate sources of knowledge wherever possible (or lacking that to learn and later record himself). It is this self-appointed task which has dominated his life. He eventually took up residence within a very sheltered and formally deserted monastery located in the northern most mountains of Hammerfell, and again everything seemed as it should be. That was until he returned one day after a long journey to recover a piece of lost lore regarding the Oblivion Crisis to discover the monastery destroyed by dragon-fire, his fellow scholars all dead and the vast collection they had gathered mostly destroyed. His life’s work once more lost he vowed to find out all he could about the returning dragons, and to if possible find the key to once more vanquishing them from this world.
Equipment:
Dreet-Na has no armour other than his robes, though he has several magic rings which grant him considerable protection to both magic and physical damage – having kept him alive on numerous occasions.
He carries an old Ayleid style dagger, unique in its appearance although it resembles an elven dagger. It is more so a last resort and kept for its historical value.
He has a satchel which never leaves his side, filled with numerous tomes and scrolls, the surviving remnants of his life’s work. It also contains a large amount of junk both valuable and otherwise – the satchel itself almost seeming to contain vastly more than you would think possible.
Other:
Dreet-Na, like most Argonians, despises Khajiits – although his reasoning is much more personal. He blames them for foolishly believing in the Aldmeri Dominion and their claim that they resolved the Void nights crisis, before allowing them to launch their attack on the empire through the northern areas of Elsweyr – placing a large portion of the blame for his original collection’s destruction on them as a race. He also is not a fan of Mer for the exact same reason.
He also smokes heavily, a habit picked up in the Alik'r desert.
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Name:
Qa’skil
Age:
41
Race:
Khajiit
Class:
Thief/Scoundrel
Appearance:
Qa’skil cares very little for his appearance, his fur generally being dirty and matted in places. He is a primarily dark golden colour, however he looks almost grey or black due to the built up layer of dirt which covers the lighter patches of his coat. His right eye is permanently shut, a faint trio of scars running from his brow down through his eye and to his cheek, a result of a claw to the face in his youth which has left him permanently blinded in that eye – though now faded and aged the scars will remain with him for the rest of his life. He does possess an eye-patch however rarely remembers to wear it. His clothing was once of the finest quality, but neglect and wear have reduced them to mismatched tatty rags, though he occasionally obtains some fresh item it never takes very long until it is covered in dirt or torn somehow.
Personality:
Qa’skil is filled with so many lies and mistruths he is no longer certain what is true and what is not, he is a compulsive liar and also somewhat a kleptomaniac. He lives his life mostly one day at a time with little regards to the long term plan, deep down he is selfish and egocentric, believing himself to be more intelligent and generally better than the vast majority of other people, other than the very rare few who managed to make an impression on him and become his ‘friends’. He lacks empathy and kindness, though is skilled at pretending he doesn’t – if he really wanted to he could pretend to be a normal and upstanding member of any community, but he has simply lost the interest in pretending these days. He has a darkness to him which he keeps hidden from all but himself, a voice within him that speaks to him and tempts him to do things occasionally unspeakable in nature, though realistically this is just a part of him which allows him to escape responsibility for the darkest acts he commits. When he wants to Qa’skil can behave in an incredibly charismatic and charming way, seemingly attractive in a roguish manner, he can be very skilled at getting what he wants.
Bio:
Qa’skil was once an unimportant noble in the southern half of Elsweyr, the kingdom of Pelletine, however through reasons he keeps to himself he was forced to leave his native land and become a wanderer of Tamriel. His past is shrouded in mystery and deception and he very rarely speaks the truth when asked of it. During his travels he has not worked a single honest day, and instead survives by preying on others through a combination of theft, deception and worse. He has been a Skooma addict since he can remember, and often fondly looks back upon his time in Pelletine when he was able to indulge himself to his heart’s desire on the drug, but now must scrounge what he can at whatever price it is available, often a difficult task so far from his homeland. He attempts to make this task easier by becoming a dealer of the substance himself when he has access to a large enough supply, his many contacts in the illegal trade of Skooma (though generally very distant) remember his name and if they receive any contact from him will do their best to get the necessary ‘supplies’ sent his way.
Recently Qa’skil has been traveling the lands of Skyrim, enjoying the chaos that has been left in the wake of the civil war tearing the land asunder after a rather sizable bounty was placed upon his head by House Redoran of Morrowind due to his actions on Solstheim. Now pursued by Morag Tong assassins he keeps himself as low profile as possible, lest someone find out about the bounty and betray his location. He regularly sends misleading messages all over Tamriel to deliberately give the impression that he is based elsewhere to draw them off, though he is certain they have now tracked him to Skyrim and as such he keeps himself as alert as possible to their presence and is especially distrusting of any Dunmer he meets.
Equipment:
In terms of weaponry Qa’skill has a wooden bow and quiver filled with iron arrows, though he has some skill he is far from an expert marksman. He also carries a glass dagger, his oldest possession, being that it was forged specifically for him in his homeland.
He wears very little protective clothing, preferring to act as more of a stealthy shadow than a warrior. He also avoids any fair fight wherever possible, deception and cunning being his primary tools. He also has a great deal of skill in acrobatics, dodging and avoiding attacks over enduring them, he considers that any true skill in combat stems from not being hit by your opponent and eliminating them before they can strike in the first place.
He always carries his Skooma pipe on his person, preferring to smoke the substance over drinking it, though when it really comes down to it he isn’t that picky as long as he gets his next fix. He tries to have at the very least seven days’ worth of the drug, comprising of fourteen small vials wrapped carefully in with his thieves tools, all bound together in a leather carrying case. He also has a small bundle of raw moonsugar, for if the situation ever becomes desperate enough to attempt to refine some Skooma himself.
Other:
Qa’skil takes as little notice as possible at the events of the world around him, as such he is not aware of the Dovahfeyn and the meeting atop High Hrothgar – though he is of course aware of the Dragon’s spreading over the land.
Ooooh new site! Funky :p
Sucks about the subscriptions though! And a new 'characters' tab to play with.
Dreet-Na looked up from his book, quill still in hand as he started to grow a little tired as the evening wore on. He had written much from his observations about both the quest at hand and his companions, the first ‘chapter’ really starting to take shape. He returned his quill and inkpot back into his bag, taking care to wrap them up carefully as he did so. He gazed around the group once more, watching the others as they did this or that, opinions still formulating in his mind. His gazed moved over to where the Khajiit Rawlith and the Breton Roze were, slightly away from the camp and enjoying one of the numerous hot springs as he imagined they were chatting to each other and growing closer, something he hoped the rest of the group would do. His gaze lingered, though they were both out of sight he did long to go and join them, to swim in the hot waters and relax as he once would have without hesitation. But now he resisted, knowing that if he did he would likely not want to leave again, and would just spend countless days lounging in the warm water. No it made sense for him to leave such luxuries until after this quest of theirs was completed.
He thrust the thoughts from his mind and continued to idly glance around, for the moment done with his scrawlings. Suddenly his glance passed over something, he wasn’t quite sure what but some pale figure had registered in his peripheral vision just beyond where they had made camp before darting away out of sight. Suddenly alert Dreet-Na closed his book before laying it beside his other belongings and standing, his eyes fixated on the spot where he had seen whatever he had seen. There was nothing there now, and he stood simply watching and waiting for a few moments, suddenly doubting if he had seen anything there at all before he took a few steps closer to where he had seen the figure. Though he doubted himself his senses told him that there was indeed someone or something there, and his mouth turned into a small snarl as his baser emotions engaged and he started to be more sure that there was indeed something out there.
Leonidas and Nikolaus were the closest to him, and so Dreet-Na kicked a small stone directly towards the pair to get their attention, his gaze meeting theirs before he gestured with his head towards the small patch of trees and rocks where he had seen the figure – attempting to alert them to the possibility of a visitor of some kind. A few moments later Dreet-Na summoned the magics that slept within him and cast a simple detect life spell, the alteration magic flowing through him as the familiar glow of a life-form became most apparent hidden behind the sizable rock no more than ten meters away – just to the side of where he had seen the figure.
Readying himself Dreet-Na took several steps closer, preparing himself to cast whatever spells might be needed to deal with any situation, his mind flashing to the numerous bandit attacks that he had fended off over the years.
“I see you there!” he suddenly shouted, loud enough so that all of his companions would hear if they were not yet alerted. His gaze remained fixed on the glowing life energy he could see, his hands poised to shoot destruction magic at the slightest of movements, the slightest of provocation.
“Show yourself” Dreet-Na growled, the finality in his voice clear as he barked the command.
He thrust the thoughts from his mind and continued to idly glance around, for the moment done with his scrawlings. Suddenly his glance passed over something, he wasn’t quite sure what but some pale figure had registered in his peripheral vision just beyond where they had made camp before darting away out of sight. Suddenly alert Dreet-Na closed his book before laying it beside his other belongings and standing, his eyes fixated on the spot where he had seen whatever he had seen. There was nothing there now, and he stood simply watching and waiting for a few moments, suddenly doubting if he had seen anything there at all before he took a few steps closer to where he had seen the figure. Though he doubted himself his senses told him that there was indeed someone or something there, and his mouth turned into a small snarl as his baser emotions engaged and he started to be more sure that there was indeed something out there.
Leonidas and Nikolaus were the closest to him, and so Dreet-Na kicked a small stone directly towards the pair to get their attention, his gaze meeting theirs before he gestured with his head towards the small patch of trees and rocks where he had seen the figure – attempting to alert them to the possibility of a visitor of some kind. A few moments later Dreet-Na summoned the magics that slept within him and cast a simple detect life spell, the alteration magic flowing through him as the familiar glow of a life-form became most apparent hidden behind the sizable rock no more than ten meters away – just to the side of where he had seen the figure.
Readying himself Dreet-Na took several steps closer, preparing himself to cast whatever spells might be needed to deal with any situation, his mind flashing to the numerous bandit attacks that he had fended off over the years.
“I see you there!” he suddenly shouted, loud enough so that all of his companions would hear if they were not yet alerted. His gaze remained fixed on the glowing life energy he could see, his hands poised to shoot destruction magic at the slightest of movements, the slightest of provocation.
“Show yourself” Dreet-Na growled, the finality in his voice clear as he barked the command.
I generally go through phases - from 'omfg I want to write all the time!' where I stare at the site and wait for each post. Then other times its like you say - no desire to put into words.
I'm cool with that - as long as we are all happy and things keep going at some point. I shall always lurk the shadows ready to return like a ninja.... which gives me an idea. At some point we should have ninja's and samurai and stuff! Like the 'warlike' nation to the east is all... eastern and stuff. Like asian-y culture type stuff? Or maybe Arabic-y type culture? But anyway - I suppose that could be 'Book 2 of Red Rose' :p
We also at some point could try a recruitment drive (though depending on what you guys want, I'm very happy with this as just the three of us. It just may inject some new blood and could always help get the creative juices flowing - Just a though anyway).
I'm cool with that - as long as we are all happy and things keep going at some point. I shall always lurk the shadows ready to return like a ninja.... which gives me an idea. At some point we should have ninja's and samurai and stuff! Like the 'warlike' nation to the east is all... eastern and stuff. Like asian-y culture type stuff? Or maybe Arabic-y type culture? But anyway - I suppose that could be 'Book 2 of Red Rose' :p
We also at some point could try a recruitment drive (though depending on what you guys want, I'm very happy with this as just the three of us. It just may inject some new blood and could always help get the creative juices flowing - Just a though anyway).
Phrenesis
"I expect my reward immediately, and it ought to be generously given seeing as how I took such a beating in order to acquire this pretty bauble."
Phrenesis stood gazing at the ianua stones, turning them in her hands and grinning at the familiar feel of the uncut polished stones. It had been far too long since they had last been in his possession, lost in one of his ‘rare’ defeats what must have been hundreds of years ago now, if not more. Satisfied Phrenesis looked up and gazed out across the cliffs of Tariq, the surrounding countryside extending for miles from their lofty vantage point, considering briefly the ease of which she would be able to travel at the simple touch of the stones and what it meant.
The young girl flicked her gaze to Bromelian and nodded slowly. She supposed he had done what was instructed, betrayed his old cousin and brought her something of almost immeasurable value. It had been easy considering the elf’s hatred of fae, to use the current events to manipulate him into her service.
“Yes I suppose I do owe you quite a bit” she replied softly as she removed the small satchel from her back and reached into it. Brushing aside numerous items she found what she was searching for and pulled out a solid gold bracelet. The metalwork was intricate, the band made from intertwined lengths of metal shaped into various swirling patterns that combined to form a serpents head along the band.
“Here you are” she announced grinning brightly as she passed it over to the eager hands of Bromelian who gazed at it. “Wear this and you shall have all the power I promised” she explained “It is of no use to me”.
The elf quickly slipped his thin wrist into the bracelet, his eyes practically popping from the anticipation. A few moments of silence passed before the elf gazed once more at Phrenesis, a questioning look beginning to spread across his face before he started to ask “What is suppo...” before suddenly his breath was cut short and a very alarmed expression shot across his face. Gasping and spluttering for air he began to frantically pull at the band, his efforts futile as he began to be crushed by some invisible colossal serpent. As the elf fell to his knees Phrenesis took a step forwards and keeping eye contact with Bromelian she removed the band, however the invisible assault did not cease and his eyes seemed only to beg before they began to bulge and roll into his head. Giggling slightly Phrenesis pulled him into an embrace, gently caressing the side of his face before she pushed aggressively, sending the elf plummeting backwards over the cliff edge.
Phrenesis stepped forwards again and with interest watched as the body tumbled downwards before smashing into the side of the cliff, bouncing and flailing broken through the air before at the last moment it plunged into the swirling depths of the Nimue river.
Sighing fondly Phrenesis turned and slipped the bracelet back into her bag before picking it up and with the familiar spring in her step she made her way towards where she would be able to catch her airship to Eira where she would wait for Sparrot. She had also decided that she wanted to meet this Laakari Monstrator, after all he was apparently a renowned master alchemist and inventor – with knowledge in many topics. Besides if he had somehow ended up with the ianua stones who knew what other baubles he may have acquired during his lifetime.
Sparrot
Sparrot flew high through the air, gliding on the warm eddies that swirled all around him as he headed towards where he felt his love. The ground was little more than a speck as the bird continued to climb, eager to pass on the divine message he had been given. After what felt like a lifetime of excitement to the bird he was finally close, wondering how his love could be so high in the sky before he finally spotted a dot of colour splashed against the endless swirling fields of white clouds. Closing the distance Sparrot soon recognised it as one of those bizarre airships that those land-stuck creatures used to fly, after all Sparrot could hardly blame them – he could think of nothing worse than being stuck plodding slowly on those silly little leg things they had.
Soon Sparrot spotted his love, still within that mundane girl he had taken some time ago. As he soared down his little mind briefly pondered all of the ‘hosts’ his love had used throughout the ages, some lasting only minutes, others for sometimes years at a time. His love ensured that when he was done they never lived, aside from the very rarest of exceptions – though they were truly far and in between. Suddenly Sparrot wondered what was becoming of that mundane girl, forced to watch all of his love’s glorious actions. Jealousy briefly filled the bird as he remembered the warm and immense feeling of happiness when his love was with him, controlling his very actions and being one with him in every way.
Cawing to announce his presence Sparrot landed on the bow of the airship, his love stood at the very tip and gazing out into the swirling skys. As she saw him a happy smile covered Phrenesis’s face and she reached out and stroked Sparrot, the pair enjoying a brief moment together after the considerable break apart they’d had.
“What news my little one?” asked Phrenesis softly as she continued to caress him.
“ Much news” squawked Sparrot “so much news, so much dues.” He hopped around excitedly, barley finding the words to express what he was trying to.
“The city of old, high up the stone that reaches the sky. It was there it was!” he cawed “You must be told! A message for you my love!”
Phrenesis suddenly became very interested in what his companion was squawking about. “Be calm” she said as he frantically hopped to and fro.
Suddenly Sparrot stopped and froze for a moment before in a voice and tone that was most unlike his own the bird said “Phrenesis, he who was once whole and shall never be. He who will turn the world back to once what it was, to unify the planes and return the order to pure chaos once more. A human walks the world of Emanseria, he is the key. Bring him to the temple of the ten and he can take that which you have always desired.”
Suddenly Phrenesis remembered oh so much, his mind swirling at the countless memories that assailed him. Moments later it was all gone again, beyond his recollection with only one lingering memory. The gemstone of Ulrick, it would need to be his. It had all been so close, the memories had been right there, the reason it was so important was at the forefront of his thoughts. But of course it was gone now, but at least the gemstone of Ulrick was in his head.
“Oh you wonderful little bird” she cooed, the familiar glint returning to Sparrot’s eyes as he returned to his normal self. Suddenly Phrenesis was filled with an almost guilty feeling, her hand withdrawing from Sparrot.
Taking a step back Phrenesis hesitated for a moment before saying “We have a new companion”. Sparrot cocked his head, a musical squawk escaping him like an eroteme hanging in the air. As if on cue the black cat came stalking into view, almost as if it had been sat waiting for its moment. Sparrot glared as the feline made its way towards his love and meandered and rubbed itself against his love’s leg.
“He has no name” said Phrenesis “but he has become most useful recently.” Sparrot’s glare deepened and Phrenesis laughed softly. “Do not worry my love” she murmured, Sparrot taking particular note at the choice of words.
The wheels in Sparrots mind turned slowly, was he to accept this? Why of all things a cat, he wondered. It made him think of that vile gypsy his love was so obsessed with, the one that could turn into a cat – though hers was a small brown tabby – he remembered clearly. Of course he would not protest, he knew that he was around before this feline intruder, and he would be around after it had lived out its usefulness as well.
The trio stood at the bow of the airship as it sailed through the skies, the crew oblivious to the doom that the strange looking mundane girl was planning on bringing with her odd animal companions.
"I expect my reward immediately, and it ought to be generously given seeing as how I took such a beating in order to acquire this pretty bauble."
Phrenesis stood gazing at the ianua stones, turning them in her hands and grinning at the familiar feel of the uncut polished stones. It had been far too long since they had last been in his possession, lost in one of his ‘rare’ defeats what must have been hundreds of years ago now, if not more. Satisfied Phrenesis looked up and gazed out across the cliffs of Tariq, the surrounding countryside extending for miles from their lofty vantage point, considering briefly the ease of which she would be able to travel at the simple touch of the stones and what it meant.
The young girl flicked her gaze to Bromelian and nodded slowly. She supposed he had done what was instructed, betrayed his old cousin and brought her something of almost immeasurable value. It had been easy considering the elf’s hatred of fae, to use the current events to manipulate him into her service.
“Yes I suppose I do owe you quite a bit” she replied softly as she removed the small satchel from her back and reached into it. Brushing aside numerous items she found what she was searching for and pulled out a solid gold bracelet. The metalwork was intricate, the band made from intertwined lengths of metal shaped into various swirling patterns that combined to form a serpents head along the band.
“Here you are” she announced grinning brightly as she passed it over to the eager hands of Bromelian who gazed at it. “Wear this and you shall have all the power I promised” she explained “It is of no use to me”.
The elf quickly slipped his thin wrist into the bracelet, his eyes practically popping from the anticipation. A few moments of silence passed before the elf gazed once more at Phrenesis, a questioning look beginning to spread across his face before he started to ask “What is suppo...” before suddenly his breath was cut short and a very alarmed expression shot across his face. Gasping and spluttering for air he began to frantically pull at the band, his efforts futile as he began to be crushed by some invisible colossal serpent. As the elf fell to his knees Phrenesis took a step forwards and keeping eye contact with Bromelian she removed the band, however the invisible assault did not cease and his eyes seemed only to beg before they began to bulge and roll into his head. Giggling slightly Phrenesis pulled him into an embrace, gently caressing the side of his face before she pushed aggressively, sending the elf plummeting backwards over the cliff edge.
Phrenesis stepped forwards again and with interest watched as the body tumbled downwards before smashing into the side of the cliff, bouncing and flailing broken through the air before at the last moment it plunged into the swirling depths of the Nimue river.
Sighing fondly Phrenesis turned and slipped the bracelet back into her bag before picking it up and with the familiar spring in her step she made her way towards where she would be able to catch her airship to Eira where she would wait for Sparrot. She had also decided that she wanted to meet this Laakari Monstrator, after all he was apparently a renowned master alchemist and inventor – with knowledge in many topics. Besides if he had somehow ended up with the ianua stones who knew what other baubles he may have acquired during his lifetime.
Sparrot
Sparrot flew high through the air, gliding on the warm eddies that swirled all around him as he headed towards where he felt his love. The ground was little more than a speck as the bird continued to climb, eager to pass on the divine message he had been given. After what felt like a lifetime of excitement to the bird he was finally close, wondering how his love could be so high in the sky before he finally spotted a dot of colour splashed against the endless swirling fields of white clouds. Closing the distance Sparrot soon recognised it as one of those bizarre airships that those land-stuck creatures used to fly, after all Sparrot could hardly blame them – he could think of nothing worse than being stuck plodding slowly on those silly little leg things they had.
Soon Sparrot spotted his love, still within that mundane girl he had taken some time ago. As he soared down his little mind briefly pondered all of the ‘hosts’ his love had used throughout the ages, some lasting only minutes, others for sometimes years at a time. His love ensured that when he was done they never lived, aside from the very rarest of exceptions – though they were truly far and in between. Suddenly Sparrot wondered what was becoming of that mundane girl, forced to watch all of his love’s glorious actions. Jealousy briefly filled the bird as he remembered the warm and immense feeling of happiness when his love was with him, controlling his very actions and being one with him in every way.
Cawing to announce his presence Sparrot landed on the bow of the airship, his love stood at the very tip and gazing out into the swirling skys. As she saw him a happy smile covered Phrenesis’s face and she reached out and stroked Sparrot, the pair enjoying a brief moment together after the considerable break apart they’d had.
“What news my little one?” asked Phrenesis softly as she continued to caress him.
“ Much news” squawked Sparrot “so much news, so much dues.” He hopped around excitedly, barley finding the words to express what he was trying to.
“The city of old, high up the stone that reaches the sky. It was there it was!” he cawed “You must be told! A message for you my love!”
Phrenesis suddenly became very interested in what his companion was squawking about. “Be calm” she said as he frantically hopped to and fro.
Suddenly Sparrot stopped and froze for a moment before in a voice and tone that was most unlike his own the bird said “Phrenesis, he who was once whole and shall never be. He who will turn the world back to once what it was, to unify the planes and return the order to pure chaos once more. A human walks the world of Emanseria, he is the key. Bring him to the temple of the ten and he can take that which you have always desired.”
Suddenly Phrenesis remembered oh so much, his mind swirling at the countless memories that assailed him. Moments later it was all gone again, beyond his recollection with only one lingering memory. The gemstone of Ulrick, it would need to be his. It had all been so close, the memories had been right there, the reason it was so important was at the forefront of his thoughts. But of course it was gone now, but at least the gemstone of Ulrick was in his head.
“Oh you wonderful little bird” she cooed, the familiar glint returning to Sparrot’s eyes as he returned to his normal self. Suddenly Phrenesis was filled with an almost guilty feeling, her hand withdrawing from Sparrot.
Taking a step back Phrenesis hesitated for a moment before saying “We have a new companion”. Sparrot cocked his head, a musical squawk escaping him like an eroteme hanging in the air. As if on cue the black cat came stalking into view, almost as if it had been sat waiting for its moment. Sparrot glared as the feline made its way towards his love and meandered and rubbed itself against his love’s leg.
“He has no name” said Phrenesis “but he has become most useful recently.” Sparrot’s glare deepened and Phrenesis laughed softly. “Do not worry my love” she murmured, Sparrot taking particular note at the choice of words.
The wheels in Sparrots mind turned slowly, was he to accept this? Why of all things a cat, he wondered. It made him think of that vile gypsy his love was so obsessed with, the one that could turn into a cat – though hers was a small brown tabby – he remembered clearly. Of course he would not protest, he knew that he was around before this feline intruder, and he would be around after it had lived out its usefulness as well.
The trio stood at the bow of the airship as it sailed through the skies, the crew oblivious to the doom that the strange looking mundane girl was planning on bringing with her odd animal companions.
Hey the guild is back again :) looking forwards to the day it is once more stable…
Anyway over the Xmas period I've been reading this through from the very start :3 and I was like, daaayum - we is awesome.
Just wanted to once more say what an absolute pleasure it is doing this with you two, and I look very much forwards to the continued awesomeness.
Anyway, I've got most of a post written up and I will hopefully finish it up today.
Also Rax I'm taking the liberty of Bro's life - but if you had any longer term plans with him let me know asap and I can edit to make things less fatal for the poor elf.
Anyway over the Xmas period I've been reading this through from the very start :3 and I was like, daaayum - we is awesome.
Just wanted to once more say what an absolute pleasure it is doing this with you two, and I look very much forwards to the continued awesomeness.
Anyway, I've got most of a post written up and I will hopefully finish it up today.
Also Rax I'm taking the liberty of Bro's life - but if you had any longer term plans with him let me know asap and I can edit to make things less fatal for the poor elf.
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