Showing posts with label Casandra. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Casandra. Show all posts
Current Character Description - Casandra
Before you stands a rather pretty girl, but there is something somewhat strange and distant about her. Her dark hair hangs down to her waist, and her eyes seem to hold many mysteries. Looking more closely into dark eyes you see that she holds great knowledge of the beginning and the end. A essence of both ultimate creation and utter destruction that is the void floats around her etherally, like a great shield of mist. Within her lies the careful balance of creation and destruction of what is, what has been, and what will be.
Log: 14012013 - Ror and Sanria
OOC commentary: Ror and Sanria again. One thing lead to another and she decides to live (rent a room officially) with Ror for a short period of time now that she has made up her mind about her marriage with Colin. Whatever feelings might have reared their head during this episode, will quickly meet their end in the near future at the hands of drama. Of course at this point he doesn't realize yet what lurks just over the horizon. All in all an amusing session!
Entity Aftermath
With another splash of water in his face Ror felt a lot more refreshed. Drinking and magic were a bad mix, but at least nothing bad had happened on the long term. Perhaps some image damage and funny remarks as his skin was saved by three women and an old goblin. That reminded him, he should say his thanks to them. Best start with the women first, he thought, let's see, what do they like? A little later Ror was collecting flowers in his garden. When he had enough, he went back inside and arranged bouquets in his kitchen. At the kitchen table he wrote thank you cards. After attaching the cards to the bouquets, he took two with them and transported the third by magic to Sanria. Magically recalling himself to the TriPower Tower, he was greeted by a grinning Captain of the Guard. Ignoring the man, Ror went to find his clanmates. After this he would drop by the library for ordering a copy of a book. He figured the old goblin would like that.
Traggik Happenings (1-2)
"Sanria? Sanria, wake up."
Sanria sat up, realizing the daylight was streaming through the windows of her office. She had fallen asleep hunched over her desk, her face smashed on the pages of her herbal guide. She sat up and looked into the eyes of Enmach, who stared back with a raised eyebrow, waiting for some good reason. "I... just got busy..."
"I know better. Listen, I know you've had a lot going on and with your picnic being a failure-"
"Enmach, it was business, not a... picnic. So it wasn't a failure. Not only that, I'm still married to Colin, so it is officially classified as business. Nothing more."
"As you wish," Enmach answered cooly.
"Please, don't do that."
"Why were you reading the herbal?" Enmach asked, moving on.
"I was thinking of making myself some teas but I don't have everything."
"Perfect. I'll keep Nioma, you go out and do gathering."
Sanria found herself in the Elven Valley, lost in thought, until a man ran into her, nearly knocking her over and knocking himself down in the process. After profuse apologies, she discovered the man was himself searching for herbs. Desperately so. She looked at the drawings and smiled. At last, something she knew completely. "Ah, those are simple to find. The dandelion root can be fresh, as the chamomile. Rose hips are a little more difficult to come by, but I carry some on me at all times."
"You're perfect!"
"I'm sorry?"
"Why didn't I think of it! You can help me!"
"I... wh... well what did you need help with?" Sanria asked.
"A friend of mine is injured and needs some help. That is what the items are for."
After agreeing to help, Sanria found herself barely able to keep pace with the shadowy figure. Though being in Westbridge made her uncomfortable, she kept up until they reached a large home. "I found them!" the man crowed. "Ok, maybe I didn't find the herbs... but I found her..."
The man moved out of the way. There, in the same room, was a woman who appeared to be a priest, and on the floor being ministered, was Ror.
Sanria found herself staring at the elf, her mind uncomprehending. She did not know how, but after she had decided to avoid all further contact, here they were... albeit only one of the conscious. "Apparently earth magic rebounded on him. I've asked Alsin to get some herbs, but perhaps you have a better idea?" The voice of the woman brought her from her stupor.
"He offered to help cleanse a room of mine of a deathly aura," Alsin said.
"He was mid incantation when he collapsed."
"I was on the right track then perhaps," the woman said.
The only thing Sanria then found going through her mind was the audacity of a sage to attempt to remove an evil entity. Wizards work. Sorcerer's work, in fact. "You called on a sage to incant for you? How foolish could you be?!"
"I didn't ask him to do it, he just up and offered and off he went..."
"So foolish, Ror," Sanria sighed quietly.
Knowing that no others had been able to revive Ror, Sanria set to work making a tea from the herbs in her pack. She made introductions while she worked, learning Alsin's name as well as Casandra's. Once the tea had been made (amongst discussions on the nature of the problem when one tries to hire the wrong person for the job), Sanria held Ror's head in her lap. Carefully, she poured the tea down his throat while Casandra incanted a healing spell. It wasn't long before the entity Ror had swallowed forced its way out, leaving the elf vomiting and the room darkening. Quickly, Casandra cast a protection spell on the entire group. "Alsin, how long has this been in your home?" Casandra asked. "Ummm... maybe a century or two... I don't remember a time in this house when I didn't feel that aura in that room."
"Oooo.... did anyone get the number of that donkey cart?" Ror moaned.
"So you set him to work on a centuries old entity?" Sanria asked Alsin. It was infuriating to consider. "I didn't exactly set him to it," Alsin answered. "I told him not to try, I had wizards and other try their hand at it before. He insisted and as I said.....just started off on his own."
"Hey... is it Thursday already?"
Sanria looked at Ror with a smirk. "If you wanted to see me before Thursday, you should have just sent me a card, Ror."
"So you know him?" Alsin asked, and Sanria merely nodded. Why it seemed there was a collusion to have her and Ror meet, Sanria couldn't figure out. But after another several moments spent admonishing the elf, she left the house, whisking herself back to the castle. She would have to be more careful.
She had no sooner plopped down at her desk, when the hulking form of Fenlauch peered into her office. "Sanria, may I speak with you?"
Sanria sat up, realizing the daylight was streaming through the windows of her office. She had fallen asleep hunched over her desk, her face smashed on the pages of her herbal guide. She sat up and looked into the eyes of Enmach, who stared back with a raised eyebrow, waiting for some good reason. "I... just got busy..."
"I know better. Listen, I know you've had a lot going on and with your picnic being a failure-"
"Enmach, it was business, not a... picnic. So it wasn't a failure. Not only that, I'm still married to Colin, so it is officially classified as business. Nothing more."
"As you wish," Enmach answered cooly.
"Please, don't do that."
"Why were you reading the herbal?" Enmach asked, moving on.
"I was thinking of making myself some teas but I don't have everything."
"Perfect. I'll keep Nioma, you go out and do gathering."
Sanria found herself in the Elven Valley, lost in thought, until a man ran into her, nearly knocking her over and knocking himself down in the process. After profuse apologies, she discovered the man was himself searching for herbs. Desperately so. She looked at the drawings and smiled. At last, something she knew completely. "Ah, those are simple to find. The dandelion root can be fresh, as the chamomile. Rose hips are a little more difficult to come by, but I carry some on me at all times."
"You're perfect!"
"I'm sorry?"
"Why didn't I think of it! You can help me!"
"I... wh... well what did you need help with?" Sanria asked.
"A friend of mine is injured and needs some help. That is what the items are for."
After agreeing to help, Sanria found herself barely able to keep pace with the shadowy figure. Though being in Westbridge made her uncomfortable, she kept up until they reached a large home. "I found them!" the man crowed. "Ok, maybe I didn't find the herbs... but I found her..."
The man moved out of the way. There, in the same room, was a woman who appeared to be a priest, and on the floor being ministered, was Ror.
Sanria found herself staring at the elf, her mind uncomprehending. She did not know how, but after she had decided to avoid all further contact, here they were... albeit only one of the conscious. "Apparently earth magic rebounded on him. I've asked Alsin to get some herbs, but perhaps you have a better idea?" The voice of the woman brought her from her stupor.
"He offered to help cleanse a room of mine of a deathly aura," Alsin said.
"He was mid incantation when he collapsed."
"I was on the right track then perhaps," the woman said.
The only thing Sanria then found going through her mind was the audacity of a sage to attempt to remove an evil entity. Wizards work. Sorcerer's work, in fact. "You called on a sage to incant for you? How foolish could you be?!"
"I didn't ask him to do it, he just up and offered and off he went..."
"So foolish, Ror," Sanria sighed quietly.
Knowing that no others had been able to revive Ror, Sanria set to work making a tea from the herbs in her pack. She made introductions while she worked, learning Alsin's name as well as Casandra's. Once the tea had been made (amongst discussions on the nature of the problem when one tries to hire the wrong person for the job), Sanria held Ror's head in her lap. Carefully, she poured the tea down his throat while Casandra incanted a healing spell. It wasn't long before the entity Ror had swallowed forced its way out, leaving the elf vomiting and the room darkening. Quickly, Casandra cast a protection spell on the entire group. "Alsin, how long has this been in your home?" Casandra asked. "Ummm... maybe a century or two... I don't remember a time in this house when I didn't feel that aura in that room."
"Oooo.... did anyone get the number of that donkey cart?" Ror moaned.
"So you set him to work on a centuries old entity?" Sanria asked Alsin. It was infuriating to consider. "I didn't exactly set him to it," Alsin answered. "I told him not to try, I had wizards and other try their hand at it before. He insisted and as I said.....just started off on his own."
"Hey... is it Thursday already?"
Sanria looked at Ror with a smirk. "If you wanted to see me before Thursday, you should have just sent me a card, Ror."
"So you know him?" Alsin asked, and Sanria merely nodded. Why it seemed there was a collusion to have her and Ror meet, Sanria couldn't figure out. But after another several moments spent admonishing the elf, she left the house, whisking herself back to the castle. She would have to be more careful.
She had no sooner plopped down at her desk, when the hulking form of Fenlauch peered into her office. "Sanria, may I speak with you?"
Log: 08012013 - Ror and Alsin
OOC commentary: First time meeting Alsin. Interesting roleplay session that starts in Phil's bar and then gets gradually out of hand. Surprisingly, several other people (Rakasha, Casandra and Sanria) ended up getting involved, which was absolutely awesome. At this point in time, Ror spent his time in bars, drinking. Later on this changes and he spends most of the time in bars, reading.
A Thanks
Humming to himself, Ror walked through the hallways of the TriPower Tower. As he reached the room of Rakasha, he knocked on the door to see if she was there. No response came, and so he assumed she was not there. He pushed against the door and to his pleasant surprise it swung open. He walked inside, spotted the desk and placed the bouquet of flowers on it. He read the card he had attached to it once more, and then nodded to himself. After leaving his flowery bouquet to say thanks for the help earlier, he walked out of the room and closed the door behind him. Humming, Ror resumed his way to Casandra's room, where he would deliver a bouquet of flowers as well. They had after all both done their best to help him.
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