Showing posts with label Myn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Myn. Show all posts
Current Character Description - Myn Kaze
The figure before you is clothed almost entirely in skin tight black leather. Every curve is outlined in exquisite perfection, her ample bosom straining precariously against her corseted top. You notice green almond eyes sparkling at you behind wispy black bangs which frame her face. The rest of her exceptionally long black hair is tied into a ponytail at the back of her head by an equally long scarlet ribbon. She flashes a somewhat mysterious, somewhat deadly grin and a slight tilt of the eyebrow indicates that she notices you noticing her. As she goes about her business she moves quickly but with absolute silence. A slight breeze drifts past and in a blink she is gone without a trace.
The Secrets of the Past Pt.I
Myn walked through the New Thalos market, picking up some more food. This was the third trip for groceries this week. Her little Harrison wasn't so little anymore and she swore her son was going to eat her out of house and home. Just as she was sniffing the end of a particularly ripe melon, something caught her eye.
There was a poster newly affixed to the wall of a nearby building:
LEARN THE SECRETS OF
SHOU LUNG
DEDICATED STUDENTS ONLY
SESSIONS STARTING DAILY
Myn stopped and stared as a chill ran up her spine. It had been a long time since she had given any thought to her birthplace. Memories came back against her will. Loving parents smiling down upon her in the same moment as they told her everywhere she couldn't go. The morning she left. The mist... the death...
The melon she was holding slipped from her hands and fell to the ground with the sound of a splitting skull. It was too much and Myn was running. Running from the memories. Running from the past. Running from the mist.
There was a poster newly affixed to the wall of a nearby building:
LEARN THE SECRETS OF
SHOU LUNG
DEDICATED STUDENTS ONLY
SESSIONS STARTING DAILY
Myn stopped and stared as a chill ran up her spine. It had been a long time since she had given any thought to her birthplace. Memories came back against her will. Loving parents smiling down upon her in the same moment as they told her everywhere she couldn't go. The morning she left. The mist... the death...
The melon she was holding slipped from her hands and fell to the ground with the sound of a splitting skull. It was too much and Myn was running. Running from the memories. Running from the past. Running from the mist.
Discussions with New Friends (1-2)
The trickle of the fountain in Market Square was just as constant as Sanria's chatter with Kineada. The Shadow Bushi seemed pleased to be speaking, yet Sanria could sense he was careful with the information he would give out - as if he had not truly spoken of himself in a very long time. "So where exactly do you come from? I mean, you look unusual. I have an acquaintance with similar features, perhaps you've heard of her, Myn Kaze?"
Kineada chuckled. "Not everyone who looks alike comes from the same place."
"Oh, I know, I just... it's simply unusual."
"Well, Kara-Tur is my homeland, though it has been many years since I've gone back."
"I understand. Kara-Tur is in Faerun, is it not?" Sanria asked.
"Indeed."
"I was born near Unther, but was brought here in infancy. I've never visited Kara-Tur."
The green eyed man gave another chuckle and shifted, his blades at his sides moving along with him. It was curious, Sanria thought, that this older man would carry weapons. Could he use them or were they ornamental... "You carry very thin swords."
"Katanas, child. The sword of my homeland."
"Can... you use them?"
At this, Kineada let out a laugh and looked at her, his eyes sparkling as if given a new challenge. "Do you wish to spar?"
"No, not in my condition," she smiled, patting her stomach lightly.
"Yes, I suppose it would be a bad idea, wouldn't it? So, tell me. Why are you interested in balance?"
"Ah, my writing... yes. I've just had so little of it in my life. I'm either off on some half-planned adventure, barely hanging on by the skin of my teeth, or as dull as a dirt clod in my home - doing nothing but reading."
"There is nothing wrong with reading," Kineada replied.
"What good is reading if it leads to nothing but more reading? I do not use what I learn, not like I did in the Illuminati."
"Mmm. I understand."
"I was given a proposition not one day ago to seek balance to learn truth, to learn truth to seek balance, and when I had both, I would find harmony."
"An interesting proposition. Do you find it worth pursuing?"
"If it's true," Sanria said.
"Well, there is your first problem," Kineada said with a chuckle.
"What?"
"Doubt. While its healthy to have doubt in many other things, in balance, you can't have doubt. You have to believe there is balance before you'll ever see it. If you don't know if it's there to begin with - what good is it chasing it?"
Sanria sat back on the bench, staring at the fountain. "I would love to see this whole place the way it used to be."
"Bah," Kineada said dismissively, waving a hand, "time passes, people and even the Gods come and go. You simply learn what you must to deal with the present and if you believe in planning for the future, adjust to what becomes your future's present. For - the present is always here."
Sanria looked over at Kineada, who also stared at the fountain with a touch of a smile on his mouth. "You are wise," she said. "Do you seek balance?"
"I believe it an essential component to life."
"So... do you seek it?"
Kineada looked over, his eyes suddenly filled with mirth. Sanria had the sud- den feeling that this man saw her as a child with questions that were foolish, but none-the-less, deserving of answer for nothing more than her earnest in asking. "I would suppose that one must always practice balance to keep it, in that regard, I seek it."
"Would you be willing to meet my friend, Fenlauch? To learn what he has to say on the subject?"
"As long as he is not seeking a religious convert, I have no problems meeting a new face."
"No - he's not religious. He's... well, I don't really know what he is. He's very tall, gold skin, bright eyes, and very much about balance."
A small smile came onto Kineada's face and Sanria returned it. "He sounds like a very interesting character," he said.
"He is. He seems very intelligent, too. He said his kind had been watching the realms since the fall of Myth Drannor."
Kineada lifted his eyebrow slightly. "That is a long time."
"I've never known Myth Drannor without demons in it."
"Yes... well, I'll meet with him if for nothing other than figuring out what type of creature is residing in our deeper midsts."
Sanria chuckled and stood up from the bench. "Let me return home to prepare. I think I should make sure I'm a little more ready than the last time I met him."
"Oh?"
Sanria pointed to her forehead where a red scab was still forming. "He startled me quite a bit and I had an encounter with a tree."
Kineada chuckled. "I see."
"Will you be here tomorrow?"
"I suppose I can make an exception," he said with a mirth-filled smile.
With a quick bow, Sanria headed back into the west and the Haon'Dor toward her cavern, her heart lightening with each step.
Kineada chuckled. "Not everyone who looks alike comes from the same place."
"Oh, I know, I just... it's simply unusual."
"Well, Kara-Tur is my homeland, though it has been many years since I've gone back."
"I understand. Kara-Tur is in Faerun, is it not?" Sanria asked.
"Indeed."
"I was born near Unther, but was brought here in infancy. I've never visited Kara-Tur."
The green eyed man gave another chuckle and shifted, his blades at his sides moving along with him. It was curious, Sanria thought, that this older man would carry weapons. Could he use them or were they ornamental... "You carry very thin swords."
"Katanas, child. The sword of my homeland."
"Can... you use them?"
At this, Kineada let out a laugh and looked at her, his eyes sparkling as if given a new challenge. "Do you wish to spar?"
"No, not in my condition," she smiled, patting her stomach lightly.
"Yes, I suppose it would be a bad idea, wouldn't it? So, tell me. Why are you interested in balance?"
"Ah, my writing... yes. I've just had so little of it in my life. I'm either off on some half-planned adventure, barely hanging on by the skin of my teeth, or as dull as a dirt clod in my home - doing nothing but reading."
"There is nothing wrong with reading," Kineada replied.
"What good is reading if it leads to nothing but more reading? I do not use what I learn, not like I did in the Illuminati."
"Mmm. I understand."
"I was given a proposition not one day ago to seek balance to learn truth, to learn truth to seek balance, and when I had both, I would find harmony."
"An interesting proposition. Do you find it worth pursuing?"
"If it's true," Sanria said.
"Well, there is your first problem," Kineada said with a chuckle.
"What?"
"Doubt. While its healthy to have doubt in many other things, in balance, you can't have doubt. You have to believe there is balance before you'll ever see it. If you don't know if it's there to begin with - what good is it chasing it?"
Sanria sat back on the bench, staring at the fountain. "I would love to see this whole place the way it used to be."
"Bah," Kineada said dismissively, waving a hand, "time passes, people and even the Gods come and go. You simply learn what you must to deal with the present and if you believe in planning for the future, adjust to what becomes your future's present. For - the present is always here."
Sanria looked over at Kineada, who also stared at the fountain with a touch of a smile on his mouth. "You are wise," she said. "Do you seek balance?"
"I believe it an essential component to life."
"So... do you seek it?"
Kineada looked over, his eyes suddenly filled with mirth. Sanria had the sud- den feeling that this man saw her as a child with questions that were foolish, but none-the-less, deserving of answer for nothing more than her earnest in asking. "I would suppose that one must always practice balance to keep it, in that regard, I seek it."
"Would you be willing to meet my friend, Fenlauch? To learn what he has to say on the subject?"
"As long as he is not seeking a religious convert, I have no problems meeting a new face."
"No - he's not religious. He's... well, I don't really know what he is. He's very tall, gold skin, bright eyes, and very much about balance."
A small smile came onto Kineada's face and Sanria returned it. "He sounds like a very interesting character," he said.
"He is. He seems very intelligent, too. He said his kind had been watching the realms since the fall of Myth Drannor."
Kineada lifted his eyebrow slightly. "That is a long time."
"I've never known Myth Drannor without demons in it."
"Yes... well, I'll meet with him if for nothing other than figuring out what type of creature is residing in our deeper midsts."
Sanria chuckled and stood up from the bench. "Let me return home to prepare. I think I should make sure I'm a little more ready than the last time I met him."
"Oh?"
Sanria pointed to her forehead where a red scab was still forming. "He startled me quite a bit and I had an encounter with a tree."
Kineada chuckled. "I see."
"Will you be here tomorrow?"
"I suppose I can make an exception," he said with a mirth-filled smile.
With a quick bow, Sanria headed back into the west and the Haon'Dor toward her cavern, her heart lightening with each step.
Old Cape Lucullus
Sszdrin sat on a balcony overlooking the Ishtar Sea. He had walked a considerable distance from Myn's home and his feet ached. Sorrow, his ever-present companion, only served to increase the looming irascible facade that he carried with him. He couldn't help it. Part of him loved Myn - her smile, her sparkling eyes - part of him hated her - her smile, her sparkling eyes. She could drive him to madness, but still, he couldn't help but feel alone on the balcony and filled with worry, regret, and sorrow.
Myn was going to bear his child - a child that wouldn't and couldn't know him. It was an accident, she shouldn't have been able to get pregnant at all, but she did and everything was at risk. He had turned his back once again on his Drow brethren - if he were to show his face it would be instant death. If they found out Myn was his lover - they'd kill her first and force him to watch. If they ever had this kid coming around asking about him - it would be a slow and painful death for the child and an incredible hunt. Better to slink away, lick his wounds, and hide. At least Myn would tell the child he was dead. No questions, no pain, no death.
Hiding - it was what he did well. He seemed destined to do it forever. He was oversized for his race, easy to find when he wanted to be, but Sszdrin didn't want to hide forever. It was tiring. Every eye turned onto him wherever he went - marked not only by the color of his skin, but by the legendary hatred of his race by all others. He felt like a fool ever thinking he could live outside of them, and now, he could never go back.
Sszdrin stared down at the water and the small specks of boats that fished its great depths. He stood up at the edge of the balcony, the sea-breeze lifting his stark white hair, as the sun set to the west. He could jump - the impact would likely crush his bones before ever he sank into the water. He set his jaw and looked down. To jump would mean he would never, ever be able to watch Myn and his child from afar. If word ever did get back that the child was his, someone would have to protect them both.
With a drow curse beneath his breath, Sszdrin turned on his heel and went back into inn room. He would go back tomorrow. He would slink about in the woods around Myn's house - he had nothing better to do. He would let her think he had vanished completely and all the while, he'd watch over them. No one would see him and more importantly, no one would hurt her without feeling the steel of his dagger in their back.
Myn was going to bear his child - a child that wouldn't and couldn't know him. It was an accident, she shouldn't have been able to get pregnant at all, but she did and everything was at risk. He had turned his back once again on his Drow brethren - if he were to show his face it would be instant death. If they found out Myn was his lover - they'd kill her first and force him to watch. If they ever had this kid coming around asking about him - it would be a slow and painful death for the child and an incredible hunt. Better to slink away, lick his wounds, and hide. At least Myn would tell the child he was dead. No questions, no pain, no death.
Hiding - it was what he did well. He seemed destined to do it forever. He was oversized for his race, easy to find when he wanted to be, but Sszdrin didn't want to hide forever. It was tiring. Every eye turned onto him wherever he went - marked not only by the color of his skin, but by the legendary hatred of his race by all others. He felt like a fool ever thinking he could live outside of them, and now, he could never go back.
Sszdrin stared down at the water and the small specks of boats that fished its great depths. He stood up at the edge of the balcony, the sea-breeze lifting his stark white hair, as the sun set to the west. He could jump - the impact would likely crush his bones before ever he sank into the water. He set his jaw and looked down. To jump would mean he would never, ever be able to watch Myn and his child from afar. If word ever did get back that the child was his, someone would have to protect them both.
With a drow curse beneath his breath, Sszdrin turned on his heel and went back into inn room. He would go back tomorrow. He would slink about in the woods around Myn's house - he had nothing better to do. He would let her think he had vanished completely and all the while, he'd watch over them. No one would see him and more importantly, no one would hurt her without feeling the steel of his dagger in their back.
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