Xhala

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Hello? It's me. I've been wondering if after all these days you'd like to post . . .

Hello from the story plot, exciting, situations hot . . .

So? Anybody there?

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Take your time. And have fun tonight! :D

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Illinfer awoke with a start, jacking her body up, off the soft mattress. Standing in the room she looked around. She was alone. As tears rolled down her cheeks she realized she was crying, soft sobs heaving her chest. This happened sometimes. She dreamt of him, his touch, his warmth, his laughter . . . and then she woke to a cold and empty bed. His absence cut into her heart as though someone had plunged a dagger into it. This wasn't good! In an attempt to calm herself she started pacing the room, passing by the trunk, the bed, her sword . . . this wasn't helping. With a soft curse she put on her boots, took all her things and went down to the entrance of the huge manor. Whilst passing she heard voices from the dining room. It wouldn't be appropriate to barge in and surely Rhoynar would want a few hours alone with his loved ones before they set sail. So the northern woman passed the room on quiet soles and descended into the courtyard.

It took her a while to find the stables where she tended to her horse. Then she looked for another occupation. It was when she heard the sound of swords clashing against each other that her mood lightened somewhat. The stable boy led the way and brought her to a huge pen layer out with sand. Men were practicing swordplay. One in particular caught her eye. He was tall and swung his sword with deadly precision. “Greetings!” She said when they came closer. The boy introduced her as Rhoynars guest before running off again. “Greetings lady Ilinfer.” the man replied. The northern woman laughed. “Oh no. I am no lady!” With a galant stride she came closer, resting her hand on the hilt of her sword. “I was wondering if I might join your practice. It would be a waste not to use this opportunity.” Her eyes locken on those of the man and she knew he wouldn't refuse her. If it was because she was a guest of a family member or that she seemed persuasive - she didn't care much as long as her mind got distracted from the death of her husband. The void he had left inside her was so consuming that at times it was hard to keep it at bay. But this past year she had learned what helped her cope. Fighting was one of them. “I should let you practice with one of the new apprentices. They . . . “ She cut him off by lifting her hand. “Forgive me, I wasn't clear enough. I wish to cross swords with you.” The man was surprised. “I do not think our skills are equal.” He mumbled, obviously not wanting to insult Illinfer. But she wasn't. Even in the northern regions where women fought just as men did they barely matched a mans skill. Luckily for her she had been taught by the best swordsman of the guild and she wasn't afraid.

With a quick movement she brandished her sword and smiled at him with a challenging smile on her lips. Swords crossed with the typical sounds of metal crashing against metal. At first he had underestimated her and Ilinfer quickly won the upper hand. But he was fast to recover. And so they fought, surrounded by others who first watched then focused on their own combats. The northern woman and the to her unknown soldier? Knight? Fought for a long time until finally she found an opening and lunged at him with a shout. Little did she know that she could be heard in the dining room where a sleepy Rhoynar had just entered.

Although her attack had been quick the other managed to block it and let his sword swing towards her head. She fell to her knees and used the hilt of her sword to stab at his stomach. The same moment she felt the cool steel of his blade at her neck. They halted, frozen in a pose that under other circumstances would have been their deaths. Panting Ilinfer moved first, lowering her weapon, as did the other quite slowly. Glaring at each other they burst into laughter. All the tension had fallen off Ilinfer and she was happy to see that the guards of this manor had talent and obviously a great leader, too. She needed a few moment before she could get up. It had been a while since she last had the opportunity to fight on such an equal level and she was happy how it had turned out. She felt a the hair in the back oft her neck stand up. Someone was watching her Form not too far away. Slowly ehe Turner to See who it was.

Order From Chaos. (Want Magic? Demons? Werewolves? We got it here and more!)

I don't mind too much, was just wondering if it was on purpose or not. XD

Don't write and watch things at the same time xD

Order From Chaos. (Want Magic? Demons? Werewolves? We got it here and more!)

@Maria 127 You change your perspective from their to first person and back. Couldn't help but notice ;)

Order From Chaos. (Want Magic? Demons? Werewolves? We got it here and more!)

@AdamantiumWolf Don't stress yourself. I have a lot of patience! ;)

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The theme will of course be the rp!

I'll whip up some Eleusisian delecasies and Astiporian themed cocktails and you'll make some Illiumian snacks. Then we'll decorate with Astiporian in mind and open a tavern with live musicians and invite all our friends!

Just have to find a band fitting for the occasion . . .

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U-huh!

BTW: we should probably start planning our small party ;P

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Eyja was still dazed. She saw what was happening around her, yet somehow her brain refused to process the information. So when someone knelt before her and spoke she heard the words and the wonderful melodic voice and frowned as she realized she didn't know what had been said. Her ears were ringing in an odd way - surely the after effects of fainting.

Something warm took hold of her and she moved towards it until her head found a shoulder. Then the floor dipped away from under her and she was flying with the warmth. The witch tilted her head slightly. A girl was carrying her. She looked graceful and fragile at the same time. And still there was an unexplainable strength in her features and gaunt. The floor came back as she was put down. Something was supporting her back. The wall. And there were sirens and flashes of blue and red lights all about. Wait, were those police cars?

Eyja jolted back into reality with a fierce flinch. The Order! They had finally made it! The man . . . the man in the armor had embraced her and she had felt weaker. The girl in front of her asked her something and this time the meaning of her words registered in Eyjas brain. She tried to smile reassuringly. "Yes . . . I . . . I think I am . . . Thank you for saving me." She slightly lifted her body from the floor, using the wall as a support. "What's happening?" She spied past the girl and clasped both hands over her mouth as her eyes fell upon the lifeless bodies on the floor. Her world started turning and she pressed herself against the wall to not topple over, tearing her gaze from the horrid scene. That man! She had been in his clutches . . . and yet she lived whilst others . . . this was neither the time nor the place for these hypothetical ventures! In shock she looked at the girl who had saved her. "I'm sorry . . . Thank you . . . Your name?" The witch was trying to distract herself and staring at the lovely stranger before her kept her from looking back . . . at bodies . . . at people . . . splayed on the floor, motionless and still.

Order From Chaos. (Want Magic? Demons? Werewolves? We got it here and more!)

I'll get round to posting tomorrow