By the way: If anyone fancies our chars knowing eachother as a friend or aquiantance I'm all for it :D
Xhala
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STATUS: Finally got access to a computer. Catiching up on posts. Stay tuned, friends, I'm back an crashin! 2 yrs ago
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Finally got access to a computer. Catiching up on posts. Stay tuned, friends, I'm back an crashin!
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PC just exited this plane of existence. Posts might be slow. The ritualist has been contacted and is communing with the spirits. Hopefully it'll be resolved soon.
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"Thats the spirit-one part brave,three parts fool."
Christopher Paolini, Eragon
“Loyalty never put blood back in a man's veins.”
Carol Berg, Flesh and Spirit
“Politics is ugly. Never doubt what small men will do for great power.”
Paolo Bacigalupi, The Windup Girl
Ballad of Serenity
Christopher Paolini, Eragon
“Loyalty never put blood back in a man's veins.”
Carol Berg, Flesh and Spirit
“Politics is ugly. Never doubt what small men will do for great power.”
Paolo Bacigalupi, The Windup Girl
Ballad of Serenity
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So, I edited the CS, adding the abilliteis and a small passage in the bio to match the RP.
@Nytefall Let me know what you think ^^
@Nytefall Let me know what you think ^^
Ilinfer inclined her head in thanks as he offered her a bed. He spoke so carefully . . . was he afraid to wake them? She knew she would have to react fast. So perhaps it would be best for her to search for the guild leader of Astipor and talk to him. Before she could utter her thoughts Rhoynar already led the way up the stairs. Of course she couldn't decline!
Following the knight she had some trouble memorizing the way. Distracted by all the splendor and riches around her the northern woman had no sense of how many stairs they ascended, how many corners they turned or in which direction the sea lay. When a door was opened for her she paused to run her fingers over the finely manufactured blossoms upon the wood. Then she entered, looking around. The room was as big as her entire home! At Rhoynar voice she turned. Silk! “I . . . ah . . .” She was speechless! Never would she have dreamed of entering let alone sleeping in a noble room such as this! When he took his leave she even missed wishing him a good night. And so she stood there, left alone in a room full of luxury she would never have in her life, full of the stuff she dreamt of when she had been but a girl, when her mother had still lived, when her father had first taught her to swing the blacksmiths hammer. Back then the world had been a different one around her.
A moment of clarity then suddenly struck her. She had arrangements to make! And if the situation was a dire as Rhoynar had made her believe she would have to act quickly! With a swift movement she emptied her travelers pouch on the bed. She had quite some equipment: daggers, rope, nails - some straight, some crooked and bent, a blanket, a small bowl, a spoon and knife, small pots with ointments against the most common ailments and the clothes she had been given in Astipor. Taking the daggers and leaving her cape she took a torch from the wall, extinguishing the rest with a swipe of her hand and then leaving the room. The fire guild, all sworn to Ardebit, were granted the power to extinguish non magical fire.
It took the warrior some time to find a way out of the huge mansion, but eventually she stepped into the cool night air. Here the bustle of the city could not only be felt, but heard as well. She’d have to ask the knight in the morning what all the celebrations were about.
It was easy to follow the small pictures of firecrests to a tavern called ‘The Singing Wale’. Entering she was greeted by stale are and glaring eyes. She looked around cautiously, all eyes on her, waiting. Illinfer breathed in deeply. So apparently they didn’t like strangers here. She lifted her hand and drew her talisman from under her blouse. It was then that she was greeted with kindness, offered food and drink and bade to sit. “I’m sorry, I really don’t have time for this. I need to talk to someone who can help me protect someone.” she said to the innkeeper who was just about ton pour her a cup of ale. He nodded with a smile and led her through the room to a secluded table that was surrounded by heavy drapes. There she sat, waiting. A man entered - he seemed to be in his mid thirties - and sat down opposite from her. His hair was of a light color, his eyes of a piercing blue. He wore normal clothes and had an air of authority about him. “I hear you need help?” he said in a silky voice, eying the woman from head to toe. The warrior straightened her back and smiled kindly. “I am Illinfer Blacksmith.” She extended her hand and the man clasped it with a nod. “Tor Jeweler, at your service. You want us to protect someone for you?”
“Yes. Well, my companion, to be precise. We are about to embark on a mission across the great sea and he worries greatly for his families safety.”
“I see . . . and is your companion part of our guild?”
“No. But he is my brother in arms for the next upcoming six months.”
The man nodded and drew out a pipe from his belt. “You will be vouching for him?”
“No, he will pay your services. I am here to inquire the price and extent of the contract.”
Of course she was lying, but the man didn’t seem to care much and so they started negotiations. A few hours and two pitchers of ale later they had an agreement written out on paper. Rhoynar would only have to fill in his name and the people he wanted protected. Then Illinfer could bring the signed document back to Tor and the knights family would be closely watched and guarded by the guild until their return. If necessary the contract included a flight plan and extensive use of the guilds resources and network to hide the people up to a year. This way the whole family would just seemingly disappear, managing their affairs from the shadows until they had built a defense big enough that they could protect themselves at reemergence.
Happy with herself Illinfer left the tavern and made her way back to Rhoynars mansion. There she managed to get hold of servant and asked him to show her to her room which she described to him. The boy didn’t believe her at first, bu after they had bet upon her belongings being on the bed in the described room he led her there, flipping her two silver coins when proven wrong and vanished grimly in the hallway. Illinfer sighed as she put her things aside and undressed. Naked as the gods had made her she lay down on the bed, pulling the wonderful silked cover over her body and closed her eyes. The smooth fabric slid over her skin with ease and made her tremble slightly. What an exiting day it had been. And a tiring one as well.With little of the night left she fell into a deep slumber filled with dreams of past and happy days.
Following the knight she had some trouble memorizing the way. Distracted by all the splendor and riches around her the northern woman had no sense of how many stairs they ascended, how many corners they turned or in which direction the sea lay. When a door was opened for her she paused to run her fingers over the finely manufactured blossoms upon the wood. Then she entered, looking around. The room was as big as her entire home! At Rhoynar voice she turned. Silk! “I . . . ah . . .” She was speechless! Never would she have dreamed of entering let alone sleeping in a noble room such as this! When he took his leave she even missed wishing him a good night. And so she stood there, left alone in a room full of luxury she would never have in her life, full of the stuff she dreamt of when she had been but a girl, when her mother had still lived, when her father had first taught her to swing the blacksmiths hammer. Back then the world had been a different one around her.
A moment of clarity then suddenly struck her. She had arrangements to make! And if the situation was a dire as Rhoynar had made her believe she would have to act quickly! With a swift movement she emptied her travelers pouch on the bed. She had quite some equipment: daggers, rope, nails - some straight, some crooked and bent, a blanket, a small bowl, a spoon and knife, small pots with ointments against the most common ailments and the clothes she had been given in Astipor. Taking the daggers and leaving her cape she took a torch from the wall, extinguishing the rest with a swipe of her hand and then leaving the room. The fire guild, all sworn to Ardebit, were granted the power to extinguish non magical fire.
It took the warrior some time to find a way out of the huge mansion, but eventually she stepped into the cool night air. Here the bustle of the city could not only be felt, but heard as well. She’d have to ask the knight in the morning what all the celebrations were about.
It was easy to follow the small pictures of firecrests to a tavern called ‘The Singing Wale’. Entering she was greeted by stale are and glaring eyes. She looked around cautiously, all eyes on her, waiting. Illinfer breathed in deeply. So apparently they didn’t like strangers here. She lifted her hand and drew her talisman from under her blouse. It was then that she was greeted with kindness, offered food and drink and bade to sit. “I’m sorry, I really don’t have time for this. I need to talk to someone who can help me protect someone.” she said to the innkeeper who was just about ton pour her a cup of ale. He nodded with a smile and led her through the room to a secluded table that was surrounded by heavy drapes. There she sat, waiting. A man entered - he seemed to be in his mid thirties - and sat down opposite from her. His hair was of a light color, his eyes of a piercing blue. He wore normal clothes and had an air of authority about him. “I hear you need help?” he said in a silky voice, eying the woman from head to toe. The warrior straightened her back and smiled kindly. “I am Illinfer Blacksmith.” She extended her hand and the man clasped it with a nod. “Tor Jeweler, at your service. You want us to protect someone for you?”
“Yes. Well, my companion, to be precise. We are about to embark on a mission across the great sea and he worries greatly for his families safety.”
“I see . . . and is your companion part of our guild?”
“No. But he is my brother in arms for the next upcoming six months.”
The man nodded and drew out a pipe from his belt. “You will be vouching for him?”
“No, he will pay your services. I am here to inquire the price and extent of the contract.”
Of course she was lying, but the man didn’t seem to care much and so they started negotiations. A few hours and two pitchers of ale later they had an agreement written out on paper. Rhoynar would only have to fill in his name and the people he wanted protected. Then Illinfer could bring the signed document back to Tor and the knights family would be closely watched and guarded by the guild until their return. If necessary the contract included a flight plan and extensive use of the guilds resources and network to hide the people up to a year. This way the whole family would just seemingly disappear, managing their affairs from the shadows until they had built a defense big enough that they could protect themselves at reemergence.
Happy with herself Illinfer left the tavern and made her way back to Rhoynars mansion. There she managed to get hold of servant and asked him to show her to her room which she described to him. The boy didn’t believe her at first, bu after they had bet upon her belongings being on the bed in the described room he led her there, flipping her two silver coins when proven wrong and vanished grimly in the hallway. Illinfer sighed as she put her things aside and undressed. Naked as the gods had made her she lay down on the bed, pulling the wonderful silked cover over her body and closed her eyes. The smooth fabric slid over her skin with ease and made her tremble slightly. What an exiting day it had been. And a tiring one as well.With little of the night left she fell into a deep slumber filled with dreams of past and happy days.
Finally I have my life back! I'll get round to posting after the weekend. ;)
Hope you're well!
Hope you're well!
Dont stress. Won't be able to post for a while anyway
Watching her words take effect she lifted her sleeve to wipe off the blood off her chin. Her tongue came out to lick over her split lip. So he could smile again. That was a relief! A moment she had feared he would suspect her of something or get defensive towards her. The night grew darker and they rode in silence. Illinfer listened into the darkness to keep them from running into trouble. Luckily the night was quiet and as the moon rose and the stars slowly showed behind the thinning clouds a moment of peace grasped the warrior. She had a purpose she could concentrate on. Pushing the lingering memory of her husbands death aside, burying the jumbling emotions Darren had caused, she was finally able to breathe in deeply.
They soon reached Astipor. The buzz of life surprised Illinfer. She had only been to the city once as a child shortly after her mother had died and her father had desperately looked for work. At that time the nights hours had been filled with the eerie moans of the sick. It hadn't been the (illness Rhoynar talked about) but the measles going around. Many died. Some were lucky – they had had the illness in young ages and fought it successfully. After that night they left, protected by the guild who had accepted her father into their ranks. Astipor had changed greatly! The warrior barely recognized it. As they passed the gates her eyes darted over the walls, finding that little firecrest hewn into the stone. If she were to follow the little bird she would find the guilds initial meeting point. From there she could be directed to any other houses the guild owned in the city. The safety procedures were dire at first, but one got used to it.
Following the knight Illinfer was very aware of her surroundings. But she didn't let herself get distracted by the flurry of colours and music. They passed dancing people and the northern woman asked herself when they slept. It was well past the moons zenith and she was starting to get tired herself. Rhoynar held towards a fort and was swiftly followed by Illinfer. She, too, left her horse with the stable boy who had rushed to them the moment he had seen the knight. As he rushed inside the northern woman cursed softly under her breath and hurried after him. She came to stand beside him. “This is a lovely home.” Her soft words carried through the semi silence surrounding them. It was quiet. “They are probably asleep. Do you want to wake them to be reassured, or may we rest first and greet them in the morrow?” She spoke in a quiet and deep voice, her eyes wandered through the room to rest upon Rhoynar. It was dark where they stood. And yet her eyes seemed to glow ever so slightly, her internal fire visible to the man standing next to her.
They soon reached Astipor. The buzz of life surprised Illinfer. She had only been to the city once as a child shortly after her mother had died and her father had desperately looked for work. At that time the nights hours had been filled with the eerie moans of the sick. It hadn't been the (illness Rhoynar talked about) but the measles going around. Many died. Some were lucky – they had had the illness in young ages and fought it successfully. After that night they left, protected by the guild who had accepted her father into their ranks. Astipor had changed greatly! The warrior barely recognized it. As they passed the gates her eyes darted over the walls, finding that little firecrest hewn into the stone. If she were to follow the little bird she would find the guilds initial meeting point. From there she could be directed to any other houses the guild owned in the city. The safety procedures were dire at first, but one got used to it.
Following the knight Illinfer was very aware of her surroundings. But she didn't let herself get distracted by the flurry of colours and music. They passed dancing people and the northern woman asked herself when they slept. It was well past the moons zenith and she was starting to get tired herself. Rhoynar held towards a fort and was swiftly followed by Illinfer. She, too, left her horse with the stable boy who had rushed to them the moment he had seen the knight. As he rushed inside the northern woman cursed softly under her breath and hurried after him. She came to stand beside him. “This is a lovely home.” Her soft words carried through the semi silence surrounding them. It was quiet. “They are probably asleep. Do you want to wake them to be reassured, or may we rest first and greet them in the morrow?” She spoke in a quiet and deep voice, her eyes wandered through the room to rest upon Rhoynar. It was dark where they stood. And yet her eyes seemed to glow ever so slightly, her internal fire visible to the man standing next to her.
*pokes thread*
Sie watched him as he spoke, the words suckering into her brain like poisonous rain. Frustration could be heard in his voice, could be seen in his features and the northern woman felt for her travel companion. If it had anything to do with his visit to that brothel? He had seemed tense ever since. Compassion started to soften her hard gaze upon him.
Illinfer wasn't worried about an ambush or Epona heading off in any direction to her hearts content even without her holding the reigns. The knight was afraid. This was a serious matter and affected their journey greatly. He acted foolishly and probably would again, there was no way he could deny it. Poor fellow. She would be out of her mind as well if she her family was on the line.
The northern warrior stared at him for quite a while after he had finished speaking. Then she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. As a commoner she didn't have to fear intrigue or attacks on a scale he did. Yes, the world was a dangerous place but she had the security of the fore guild who had a wide spread net throughout the western countries. She knew that any danger to her family would be recognized and taken care of without her having to initiate any action. On a sigh she turned back to him and opened her eyes. "Alright." Illinfer straightened her shoulders, one of them cracking loudly as the tension in it was loosened. "Let's go take care of your family before we head across the sea. If necessary we can get the guild involved. We have quite a few people who are trained in hiding and protecting threatened people. The guild also has the contacts and means for such a task." Her steel coloured eyes looked intently into Rhoynars, not accepting any kind of protest. He was her travel companion and thus her brother in arms. She'd help him. She knew what it was like to loose a loved one. That gaping hole that never closed.
She gave him a comforting smile that let her lip tear back open, a drizzle of blood slowly running down towards her chin. Her hair flew wildly about her face as the horses picked up speed. " We won't leave until they're safe!"
Illinfer wasn't worried about an ambush or Epona heading off in any direction to her hearts content even without her holding the reigns. The knight was afraid. This was a serious matter and affected their journey greatly. He acted foolishly and probably would again, there was no way he could deny it. Poor fellow. She would be out of her mind as well if she her family was on the line.
The northern warrior stared at him for quite a while after he had finished speaking. Then she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. As a commoner she didn't have to fear intrigue or attacks on a scale he did. Yes, the world was a dangerous place but she had the security of the fore guild who had a wide spread net throughout the western countries. She knew that any danger to her family would be recognized and taken care of without her having to initiate any action. On a sigh she turned back to him and opened her eyes. "Alright." Illinfer straightened her shoulders, one of them cracking loudly as the tension in it was loosened. "Let's go take care of your family before we head across the sea. If necessary we can get the guild involved. We have quite a few people who are trained in hiding and protecting threatened people. The guild also has the contacts and means for such a task." Her steel coloured eyes looked intently into Rhoynars, not accepting any kind of protest. He was her travel companion and thus her brother in arms. She'd help him. She knew what it was like to loose a loved one. That gaping hole that never closed.
She gave him a comforting smile that let her lip tear back open, a drizzle of blood slowly running down towards her chin. Her hair flew wildly about her face as the horses picked up speed. " We won't leave until they're safe!"
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