Current Character Description - Loven Fortuna
A rather small teenage girl stands here bubbling over with energy and excitement. Her dirty blond hair is lightly streaked blue and pinned up in a huge mess of tangles. White gems sparkle throughout her hair in sync with her giggling. Two green eyes shine out searchingly from a pale complexion littered with dirty smudges. A tattered black cloak is thrown haphazardly around this girl like rags with the ends poorly sewn up due to the long length of the cloak. A few clean baubbles can be seen strapped to her belt, contrasting sharply with her appearance.
Current Character Description - Traelith Leistrell
Standing at six feet in height, this warrior stares back at you with eyes different as night and day. His right misty-blue eye seems to sparkle even in the most dimly-lit places. His left eye, a dark emerald green almost absorbs the light entirely, nothing gleaming but the tiny circle of light, almost invisible, that is the pupil of his eye. His shoulder-length hair has a soft, yet dull look to it. The small scars on his face and hands show signs of a well-seasoned warrior, as do the two swords on his back, and the gleaming armor hanging upon his frame. This traveler has seen much, yet his warm smile belies his warrior-like nature. He has a unquenchable thirst for mystery and antiquities, and enjoys a good challenge.
Current Character Description - Dagon
A relic of rarely mentioned Podrikev experimentation by an ancient group of gnomish tinkerers. This oddly built contraption is much smaller than any ordinary Podrikev, seeming to be designed to support the energies of the brain contained within rather than as a machine of brute force. He was built with the brain of a deceased gnomish wizard in an effort to preserve his powerful magicks. His physical form is decidedly weak for a typical Podrikev, and green and blue arcs of energy leap and dance across the center of his form.
Current Character Description - Bosch Bignus
With a short, matted, beard growing from his chin and a long red ponytail tightly tied behind his back, this stout hippie dwarf shuffles quickly along his way. A cache of wares hang from his body every which way, more junk than most would own clanking with each glide. Metal loops attached to straps of leather secure tools forged of mithril, weathered from years of use, while a bulging sun-faded sack is slung over a broad shoulder, carried with remarkable ease. A swatch of leather is stitched onto the bag bearing one singular word: "Bignus"
Current Character Description - Vaishu
Angular features and an ageless beauty leave little doubt about this man's Elven lineage. The intricately woven scale mail and shifting woodland robes mark him a battle mage among the Elves. Little about his attire offers any insight into his allegiances. No house siguls adorn his armor. The hilts of his blades do not bear the mark of any lord. The only hint of his allegiance is in the pendant slung from a silvery chain about his neck.
The pendant is shaped as a seven pointed star. The unassuming shape bears no markings or intricate filigree. No gemstones break up the smooth surface.Their presence would only detract from the elegance of the piece. Despite the lack of identifying marks someone with knowledge of myths and ages long since past might recognize the mark and realize the Elf's master.
The pendant is shaped as a seven pointed star. The unassuming shape bears no markings or intricate filigree. No gemstones break up the smooth surface.Their presence would only detract from the elegance of the piece. Despite the lack of identifying marks someone with knowledge of myths and ages long since past might recognize the mark and realize the Elf's master.
Current Character Description - Clausius Sagacus
He is a curious character. Frail in body, yet seemingly abundant in idle thoughts. He sees the world not of despair or hate, but in need of one who will make up the difference. His philosophy leaves a great burden for him to carry, but for him this is the only way
Current Character Description - Castral Zanid
A rather tall titan looms before you, his head slightly hanging in sorrow. As he lumbers around, his feet fall in uneven shuffles showing that he is not adjusted to throwing around this much weight for extended periods of time. He wears about his body a large cloak that conceals everything but the hilt to a powerful sword. As he looks down at you slowly, his eyes seem to change for a moment but then return to their sorrowful state. It seems as if something has changed within this titan's soul, something unexplainable.
Current Character Description - Carnage
The ancient Demon Carnage has been released from his former decaying Half-Orc body and has possessed the body of the hero of the Night Elves. He stands 5 foot 7 with long black spiked hair with red streaks from the flames of the deepest parts of Hell. All that can be clearly seen on his dark shadowed face is a constant large white shiny smile and 2 huge Demonic red, piercing eyes that can reach the very soul of all living creatures. He is equiped with a The Bloody Axe of Carnage. He stands ready with a big evil grin.
Current Character Description - Velentham Arenfeld
Velentham stands at an impressive 7 feet, his arms lightly muscled and his body svelt yet strong. His skin shimmers in the light, a dazzling gold that seems to glisten even more whenever he is angered.
Straw-colored hair hangs to his shoulders in gentle waves, moved by the slightest of breezes. His face is narrow and angular with silver eyes that stare out with a supreme look of haughtiness.
Radiant white wings rest close to his back and extend down to his calves with soft feathers. His billowing shirt is spun of the finest silk and his breeches of soft leather. A pair of slender swords hang at his side, their blades exposed and glinting.
Driven to the extreme of madness and greed, his is a one of the fallen, a Celestial no longer welcomed in the beautiful lands of Elysium. He resides now in Gehenna. A place fit for the deeds committed by his hand.
Straw-colored hair hangs to his shoulders in gentle waves, moved by the slightest of breezes. His face is narrow and angular with silver eyes that stare out with a supreme look of haughtiness.
Radiant white wings rest close to his back and extend down to his calves with soft feathers. His billowing shirt is spun of the finest silk and his breeches of soft leather. A pair of slender swords hang at his side, their blades exposed and glinting.
Driven to the extreme of madness and greed, his is a one of the fallen, a Celestial no longer welcomed in the beautiful lands of Elysium. He resides now in Gehenna. A place fit for the deeds committed by his hand.
Current Character Description - Ruthivan Wolldon
If it weren't for the ruddy color of his skin, no one would pin this man as being an Esper. His black hair is shaggy and just below his ears, and his dark red eyes stand out beneath his black eyebrows, his stare like that of a general. His nose is narrow and his jawline incredibly square, though for being a warrior class, he is not overly muscled. It can be assumed that any fighting is done in a form far from this. He wears a light cream shirt beneath a doublet of blue, its edges gilt. A pair of deep brown leather pants and dark brown boots finish his ensemble. He seems ready to lash out if the world so much as looks at him the wrong way. Ready to fight for his people, his race, and the woman he considers rightfully his.
Current Character Description - Matinus Eosos
A young boy of about ten years old, Matinus appears to be a solemn lad. His blonde hair is unkempt most days, shaggy and uncombed. His brown tunic and leggings are dirty, as though he has been off playing hard in the woods. He could probably stand a bath, but he is not so bad that he looks parentless... perhaps just a little neglected is all. The only indication that this child is not all of human, are his lilac colored eyes, flecked with spots of gold. He tends to be very quiet and when he speaks, his voice is soft and small, as if he were holding within him a great secret. When he manages to smile, his expression is warm and kind, and it is a rare sight indeed.
Current Character Description - Leandra Wolldon
At seventeen years old, Leandra is tall, slender, and has blonde hair that tumbles to her shoulders, streaked through with darker pieces of brown. Her eyes are the color of a doe's hide - light brown with a reddish cast - and are full of angst. Her pink lips are most recently pulled into a smirk - as if she's seen it all before - as though she is much older and irritated at any suggestion to the contrary. She is so very much like her father, hotheaded and ready to fight when things are not going her way, but unlike her father she truly has no reason other than the capriciously stubborn blood that flows through her veins.
Current Character Description - Gilean Eosos
Here is a young man with the reserved air of one much older than his years. Flowing robes of pure white with silver and gold embroidered trim drape upon a light muscular frame. Wavy silver hair shimmers in the light and kind eyes seem to sparkle with an inner light of their own. As this man moves he seems to glide on his way, as if his feet barely touch the ground.
Current Character Description - Enmach
Standing at 5'10" tall, Enmach is clearly a member of the Rilmani. Her skin is a pale silver, along with her eyes, and a long flowing river of silvery hair. She is slender and dressed in a white robe closed by a silver cord. She wears no other adornments. Her demeanor is calm and gentle, her voice melodic but sure.
Current Character Description - Claire Wolldon
This woman is obviously of magical lineage. Her skin is the color of lavender and is perpetually on fire with magical lilac flames. Her very slender body is shrouded in light violet robes embroidered along every cuff with golden glyphs of healing, under which she wears a flowing white gown tied at the waist with a gold cord. Her hair is nothing more than a brilliant flame of plum color that stands a foot from her head. Her face is very slender and beset with eyes that sparkle with benevolence and the deep color of amethyst.
Chasing Rainbows
Sanria woke to a cool side of the bed, slightly indented, a small note atop Gilean's pillow: "Didn't want to disturb you, took the kids to the temple, enjoy some alone time." She rose and wrapped herself in a housecoat. Even Kaliadra was nowhere to be found.
After standing a long time staring at Nioma's small bed, Sanria wandered to the back of the cottage. She then passed time staring between the grave of her long dead daughter, Emalia, and the fresh mound of earth under which lay the father of her unborn. She stared again for long moments, her mind threatening to knock her to her knees, then spit on the grave. It did nothing to alleviate the sick feeling inside knowing that Velentham would forever be right outside her door.
She went back inside and dressed, appearing at the castle. Things here were exactly as they had always been. It seemed no one knew of her absence, save Enmach, who delightedly hugged her and congratulated her for being back. "Are you certain you should be here already?" Enmach asked with a concerned look. "You only just returned. It may be best if you return home." Sanria could tell by the tone of her voice it wasn't truly a question.
By herself in the cottage, looking into a fire, Sanria felt the tears welling up in her eyes. 'Pregnancy hormones,' she thought, but knew it was more than that. She, for the first time, was able to sit and dwell on what had been done to her. There were no distractions from her own mind and its recollections.
Before she had the chance to shed a tear, however, the sounds of music reached Sanria's ears. She held her breath as the sounds of voices were heard, harmonizing a refrain:
"I doth not want to live without thine love,
I doth not want to face the night alone,
I couldest not make it through mine life,
If I must hath make it on mine own..."
After standing a long time staring at Nioma's small bed, Sanria wandered to the back of the cottage. She then passed time staring between the grave of her long dead daughter, Emalia, and the fresh mound of earth under which lay the father of her unborn. She stared again for long moments, her mind threatening to knock her to her knees, then spit on the grave. It did nothing to alleviate the sick feeling inside knowing that Velentham would forever be right outside her door.
She went back inside and dressed, appearing at the castle. Things here were exactly as they had always been. It seemed no one knew of her absence, save Enmach, who delightedly hugged her and congratulated her for being back. "Are you certain you should be here already?" Enmach asked with a concerned look. "You only just returned. It may be best if you return home." Sanria could tell by the tone of her voice it wasn't truly a question.
By herself in the cottage, looking into a fire, Sanria felt the tears welling up in her eyes. 'Pregnancy hormones,' she thought, but knew it was more than that. She, for the first time, was able to sit and dwell on what had been done to her. There were no distractions from her own mind and its recollections.
Before she had the chance to shed a tear, however, the sounds of music reached Sanria's ears. She held her breath as the sounds of voices were heard, harmonizing a refrain:
"I doth not want to live without thine love,
I doth not want to face the night alone,
I couldest not make it through mine life,
If I must hath make it on mine own..."
Closing Chapters: A Futile Attempt
Sanria laid there beside Gilean, staring up at the ceiling. She had come back from "talking" to Colin, who seemed beside himself with the knowledge that during his memory lapse, time moved on. His wife moved on. His friend gained his wife. He was never expected to return to himself, and it made Sanria hate Velentham for being so cruel. He knew the pain it would cause and the accusations that would surface. It also made Sanria feel guilty. She made the choice to leave Colin, to involve herself with others, to remarry and plant herself in a family without fully getting over Colin. She had time, lots of it she assumed, because the Colin she knew was permanently gone. It was a horribly wrong assumption to make, apparently.
No Matter. She told Colin she had decided to stay with Gilean and the family they were building. The family that needed her most. She and Gilean to raise Matinus- son of Gilean and Claire, Nioma- daughter of Sanria and Thasmudyan, and the new soul that stirred within her - son of Velentham and Sanria. She let out a long sigh. After everything, her personal life was right where it always was: two streets down from a mess.
Her mind drifted to Kaliadra's words. Velentham's spell he had placed on her to keep her from dying so he could brutalize her and how it meant the never ending pain. A leap of shame bounded over her heart. The "talk" with Colin certainly wasn't felt only by herself. She thought of Leandra and what Colin had said about her anger management issues. Sanria's answer to both was the Rilmani. They knew so much...just not everything.
With yet another sigh, Sanria laid on her side. She'd told Gilean without telling him about the "talk." She'd told him she could no longer go alone to Colin. If she obeyed her own rule, the rest would work itself out with time. Everything would work itself out in time.
Sanria drifted to sleep at last, her mind looking forward. She'd do it right from here on out. Tomorrow began the new path and she'd start it on the floating island in the company of Fenlauch and Enmach. Removing eternity from her shared future was the first priority.
No Matter. She told Colin she had decided to stay with Gilean and the family they were building. The family that needed her most. She and Gilean to raise Matinus- son of Gilean and Claire, Nioma- daughter of Sanria and Thasmudyan, and the new soul that stirred within her - son of Velentham and Sanria. She let out a long sigh. After everything, her personal life was right where it always was: two streets down from a mess.
Her mind drifted to Kaliadra's words. Velentham's spell he had placed on her to keep her from dying so he could brutalize her and how it meant the never ending pain. A leap of shame bounded over her heart. The "talk" with Colin certainly wasn't felt only by herself. She thought of Leandra and what Colin had said about her anger management issues. Sanria's answer to both was the Rilmani. They knew so much...just not everything.
With yet another sigh, Sanria laid on her side. She'd told Gilean without telling him about the "talk." She'd told him she could no longer go alone to Colin. If she obeyed her own rule, the rest would work itself out with time. Everything would work itself out in time.
Sanria drifted to sleep at last, her mind looking forward. She'd do it right from here on out. Tomorrow began the new path and she'd start it on the floating island in the company of Fenlauch and Enmach. Removing eternity from her shared future was the first priority.
Speaking to Shadows of Wolves
Sanria kissed Matinus on the head, the boy sitting on the couch with her so long, reading his heart out until he had fallen asleep. She slipped from his side, covering him with the light blanket that lay on the back of the sofa and quietly ascended the stairs. She found Kaliadra sitting up in Matinus' bed, looking out the window. "He's burying him," she said without turning around. Sanria walked in and looked out of the window, then sat on the edge of the bed.
"How are you, Kaliadra?"
The elven woman turned to look at Sanria, her face seeming worn and tired. "How are we, you mean?"
"I suppose that would be a good starting point."
"We can't die, Sanria."
"I feared that."
"I don't know how to get this spell off of me, and if I can not, we are in for a long road of eternal suffering. I am afraid all the sorcerers I knew are either dead or vanished beyond all reaching."
"Perhaps we don't have to suffer?"
Kaliadra smirked and Sanria looked down. "I felt it, you know? When you were down there with Colin. He recalls, does he not?"
"Yes," Sanria sighed quietly. "He does."
"What will you do?"
"I married Gilean, didn't I?"
"Yes. That you did. But you are not known for keeping yourself away from Colin in any reliable fashion."
"I'll have to. Gilean has been so hurt - first with Claire and that whole Ruthivan business, then with Velentham..."
Sanria stopped and stared at her lap. "Kaliadra, I'm pregnant with his child."
"I'm sorry."
"What do I do? Do I keep this in penance for all the young lives I have lost? Or do I get rid of it to keep myself from possibly hating a child?"
"You would not hate it, Sanria," Kaliadra said, giving a half smile.
"You have never managed to hate a child, even the ones that might be deserving of it."
"But what about Gilean?"
"Perhaps you should ask him his opinion?"
Sanria continued staring, her eyes leaving her lap and falling onto the carpeted floor. She let out a deep sigh. "Kaliadra, I'm sorry."
"For?"
"Everything. Driving you insane, making you feel all my pain."
"We cannot control what we feel, Sanria," Kaliadra sighed and looked back out the window. "We can only do the best we can do."
"Somehow I feel that I should be able to do better than what I have."
"Mmm. Perhaps. This may be your opportunity."
"What do you mean?"
"You have a boy who has adopted you as his mother, a husband who is sick with worry that you are going to leave him - "
Sanria looked up at Kaliadra. "What?"
"There are things I can feel that you cannot, and that man digging the hole is terrified that he has lost you to Colin already."
"He... is?"
"And, I should add," she said, turning her eyes onto Sanria, "Your daughter knew I was a wolf without my being a wolf."
"Nioma?"
"It seems she has some aptitude after all, what use it will be remains to be seen."
"How are you, Kaliadra?"
The elven woman turned to look at Sanria, her face seeming worn and tired. "How are we, you mean?"
"I suppose that would be a good starting point."
"We can't die, Sanria."
"I feared that."
"I don't know how to get this spell off of me, and if I can not, we are in for a long road of eternal suffering. I am afraid all the sorcerers I knew are either dead or vanished beyond all reaching."
"Perhaps we don't have to suffer?"
Kaliadra smirked and Sanria looked down. "I felt it, you know? When you were down there with Colin. He recalls, does he not?"
"Yes," Sanria sighed quietly. "He does."
"What will you do?"
"I married Gilean, didn't I?"
"Yes. That you did. But you are not known for keeping yourself away from Colin in any reliable fashion."
"I'll have to. Gilean has been so hurt - first with Claire and that whole Ruthivan business, then with Velentham..."
Sanria stopped and stared at her lap. "Kaliadra, I'm pregnant with his child."
"I'm sorry."
"What do I do? Do I keep this in penance for all the young lives I have lost? Or do I get rid of it to keep myself from possibly hating a child?"
"You would not hate it, Sanria," Kaliadra said, giving a half smile.
"You have never managed to hate a child, even the ones that might be deserving of it."
"But what about Gilean?"
"Perhaps you should ask him his opinion?"
Sanria continued staring, her eyes leaving her lap and falling onto the carpeted floor. She let out a deep sigh. "Kaliadra, I'm sorry."
"For?"
"Everything. Driving you insane, making you feel all my pain."
"We cannot control what we feel, Sanria," Kaliadra sighed and looked back out the window. "We can only do the best we can do."
"Somehow I feel that I should be able to do better than what I have."
"Mmm. Perhaps. This may be your opportunity."
"What do you mean?"
"You have a boy who has adopted you as his mother, a husband who is sick with worry that you are going to leave him - "
Sanria looked up at Kaliadra. "What?"
"There are things I can feel that you cannot, and that man digging the hole is terrified that he has lost you to Colin already."
"He... is?"
"And, I should add," she said, turning her eyes onto Sanria, "Your daughter knew I was a wolf without my being a wolf."
"Nioma?"
"It seems she has some aptitude after all, what use it will be remains to be seen."
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