Showing posts with label Sliver. Show all posts
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Current Character Description - Sliver
A thick black robe covers every inch of this being, hiding its face in darkness and covering both hands and feet with it's length. The outline of the body can still be seen and one has to wonder what is underneath the robe. The head is bumpy, with two protrusions above where the forehead should be. The robe juts out in the back a bit, as if the being was carrying something around it's hips. The shoulders are wide and again with the bumps as if something odd lie beneath the robes. When it walks, the being has a slight jerk to it's step like the set of it's legs just aren't normal.
written in magic
Sliver had recognized the runes as those of our Order. The truth was that the inks that the Order used for its most secret documents were derived from old and lost magic inks. The inks were not written upon the page they were placed through mentally acuity and emotional will.
wMuch like any other spell the writer would have to have full control over his mental and physical ability. The experience was not entirely pleasant and the older inks such as this one often left the writer mentally drained, and physically ill. Whomever had prepared this part of the book had paid a heavy price to hide its information. The Order's private inks required much less physical expenditures and they were extended from a single mental force to be group friendly.
Wrack's book held no such modifications. Any who would wish to read it would need a certain level of physical connection with the writer. This additional cost Psycho believed could be found in the boy's blood. Once the book was paid it would be encouraged to share with it's self with the reader.
The pages would provide a vision into the life of the writer. More than a vision the book would fill the reader with personal memories of the writer, ripped straight from their head. Once the book became familiar with the reader or the writer the subsequent costs of using the book would be lightened to some degree.
Psycho realized he had been staring at the book for too long. 'The book you have is called a vision book. They are quite rare because of the cost to the writer. If this is your father's book there may be much about him that you did not know.'
'I only knew him as a farmer, not any sort of wizard.'
'I will require more time with your book before we can read what is written beyond your ink. I can assure you I will hold your book the highest level of respect for both you and your father. If my suspicions are correct this may hold some answers for you about his past.'
'I can tell you what it says on the cover Versel Turasjir Di Mitne Nakta It loosely translated to Greater Book of Candle's Keep. I can assure you it is no ordinary spell book.'
wMuch like any other spell the writer would have to have full control over his mental and physical ability. The experience was not entirely pleasant and the older inks such as this one often left the writer mentally drained, and physically ill. Whomever had prepared this part of the book had paid a heavy price to hide its information. The Order's private inks required much less physical expenditures and they were extended from a single mental force to be group friendly.
Wrack's book held no such modifications. Any who would wish to read it would need a certain level of physical connection with the writer. This additional cost Psycho believed could be found in the boy's blood. Once the book was paid it would be encouraged to share with it's self with the reader.
The pages would provide a vision into the life of the writer. More than a vision the book would fill the reader with personal memories of the writer, ripped straight from their head. Once the book became familiar with the reader or the writer the subsequent costs of using the book would be lightened to some degree.
Psycho realized he had been staring at the book for too long. 'The book you have is called a vision book. They are quite rare because of the cost to the writer. If this is your father's book there may be much about him that you did not know.'
'I only knew him as a farmer, not any sort of wizard.'
'I will require more time with your book before we can read what is written beyond your ink. I can assure you I will hold your book the highest level of respect for both you and your father. If my suspicions are correct this may hold some answers for you about his past.'
'I can tell you what it says on the cover Versel Turasjir Di Mitne Nakta It loosely translated to Greater Book of Candle's Keep. I can assure you it is no ordinary spell book.'
introductions to Wrack, and his book
Psycho had been expecting Sliver when she arrived, but when she entered Psycho could tell she was not alone. She had brought with her, someone that Psycho did not know. If the bug had brought him with her to Athkatla then he must be a strong candidate for membership. The city was a sacred and hidden place, the enchantments built into the city would assure Psycho that there the guest was unable to use illusionary magic. Many of the members had not been seen the walls of the city.
'Sliver, my most trusted Knight, a pleasure to see you as always.'
She held a red rose up and placed it upon the table next to Psycho. The two of them did not speak about the rose, as it was unspoken that they would have private matters to discuss after the guest.
Psycho walked over the the door, opened it and saw a human of no more than 25. His hair was cut short and although he was young life shown itself in his eyes and on his face. His Blue eyes were not just familiar they were nearly identical to two other men that Psycho knew. Purhaps there was more to this young man than any first impressions could provide. 'Please come in, there must be something important for Sliver to have brought you here.'
The young man nodded and produced a book as he stepped into the Library. The book was bound in brown leather with symbols that Psycho recognized as draconian.
'Sliver, my most trusted Knight, a pleasure to see you as always.'
She held a red rose up and placed it upon the table next to Psycho. The two of them did not speak about the rose, as it was unspoken that they would have private matters to discuss after the guest.
Psycho walked over the the door, opened it and saw a human of no more than 25. His hair was cut short and although he was young life shown itself in his eyes and on his face. His Blue eyes were not just familiar they were nearly identical to two other men that Psycho knew. Purhaps there was more to this young man than any first impressions could provide. 'Please come in, there must be something important for Sliver to have brought you here.'
The young man nodded and produced a book as he stepped into the Library. The book was bound in brown leather with symbols that Psycho recognized as draconian.
Introductions
Sliver hesitated after showing the rose to Psycho. Further discussions on that particular enemy would have to wait. The rose wasn't the only issue of late. These days had been full of surprises, and one such surprise resided right outside the library. Meeting up with him in New Thalos had been a stroke of luck, and the discovery that was made was one of great importance as well.
Now that the time had come, Sliver hoped the decision to bring the man with her to this meeting had been the right one.
The bug bowed to her superior officer and introduced this new guest to him, not by name but by association and reason.
'Thisss man holdsss treasure I felt you shhhould sssee...' Sliver motioned for Wrack to come forward, watching him curiously.
Eyes on Wrack, Sliver continued 'He sseekss to join with usss... Hisss heritage issss... Interesssting... I am sssure you will agree...'
When Wrack approached, Sliver stepped back, leaving Wrack to show his own worth to the superior officer.
Now that the time had come, Sliver hoped the decision to bring the man with her to this meeting had been the right one.
The bug bowed to her superior officer and introduced this new guest to him, not by name but by association and reason.
'Thisss man holdsss treasure I felt you shhhould sssee...' Sliver motioned for Wrack to come forward, watching him curiously.
Eyes on Wrack, Sliver continued 'He sseekss to join with usss... Hisss heritage issss... Interesssting... I am sssure you will agree...'
When Wrack approached, Sliver stepped back, leaving Wrack to show his own worth to the superior officer.
One Enemy Shines
Such an eventful couple of days. Sliver had felt things a dutiful bug shouldn't have to feel, endure the stupidity of hatred, and discovered something from her clans history that was brought back home. All these emotions boiling inside caused the bug to really reflect on its feminine side, a side Sliver had long ago pushed to the side as a distraction, and well... A danger at times.
Back in New Thalos, Sliver roamed the museum of statues waiting for the messenger to arrive. It shouldn't be long. He would be curious, the messenger had simply been Sliver's way of giving time to sort out the odd storm that brewed in the bugs head. Things like the rose... Such a silly token. Who disappears and leaves a rose behind? What was that man thinking? Maybe he was just trying to get under the bug's 'skin'. But Sliver couldn't shake the feeling that something had happened in that encounter. Something was different about it? And then whispers of him leaving them from sources? By the Gods, could that mean that Sliver was right? There was hope in the man? Tingles of excitement trailed up the bugs back as the messenger arrived. Sliver read the simple words and uttered a transportation spell.
Upon arriving at the library Sliver quietly walked to Psycho. The rose previously frozen in time by the bug was taken out and displayed. Hiding true feelings that had not quite been explored, sliver speaks... Simple words, that held the weight of important decisions to come.
'There isss hope among the dead... One enemy shhhinesss...'
Back in New Thalos, Sliver roamed the museum of statues waiting for the messenger to arrive. It shouldn't be long. He would be curious, the messenger had simply been Sliver's way of giving time to sort out the odd storm that brewed in the bugs head. Things like the rose... Such a silly token. Who disappears and leaves a rose behind? What was that man thinking? Maybe he was just trying to get under the bug's 'skin'. But Sliver couldn't shake the feeling that something had happened in that encounter. Something was different about it? And then whispers of him leaving them from sources? By the Gods, could that mean that Sliver was right? There was hope in the man? Tingles of excitement trailed up the bugs back as the messenger arrived. Sliver read the simple words and uttered a transportation spell.
Upon arriving at the library Sliver quietly walked to Psycho. The rose previously frozen in time by the bug was taken out and displayed. Hiding true feelings that had not quite been explored, sliver speaks... Simple words, that held the weight of important decisions to come.
'There isss hope among the dead... One enemy shhhinesss...'
notes from girls
Psycho had just stepped foot in the Library of Athklata when the young girl approached him. Upon the sight of her he knew what she was, and who had sent her. Sliver had always had known his flavor of messenger. The girl was young fresh and pure As she breathed you could see her skin flush from the fresh blood pumping through her and into her now flushing face.
The sheer beauty of the girl could only mean that Sliver wanted something from him. What he would find in the letter would likely have a request that was above and beyond any simple matter. As Psycho took the message from the girl he saw indeed that the letter was bound with a thick wax bearing the bug's ring. Sliver's note was short and to the point. There was an important matter that his most trusted Knight needed his personal attention with. Usually Psycho assumed the patrol was in some mortal danger, but he was not entirely sure this time. Fighting, Killing, and the blood spilled in battle was so permanent in the lives of mortals. Psycho's eternal struggle had seen more blood and death than he would care to share with anyone in a lifetime. But he was happy to sacrifice his time to protect and serve his Order, he was even happy to bleed for them, but some business cost more than blood and sweat. He would have to see what Sliver wanted, she was his favorite and he was sure it would have to be good.
After the night was through he sent his reply to Sliver by means of the messenger girl. He sent her with a letter sealed with the stamp of his Penguin Invasion ring. When she left Psycho the flush from her face was gone, her face was colorless and there was a sweat was upon her brow.Psycho's response was even short than the initial message.
'I have returned to the library.'
The sheer beauty of the girl could only mean that Sliver wanted something from him. What he would find in the letter would likely have a request that was above and beyond any simple matter. As Psycho took the message from the girl he saw indeed that the letter was bound with a thick wax bearing the bug's ring. Sliver's note was short and to the point. There was an important matter that his most trusted Knight needed his personal attention with. Usually Psycho assumed the patrol was in some mortal danger, but he was not entirely sure this time. Fighting, Killing, and the blood spilled in battle was so permanent in the lives of mortals. Psycho's eternal struggle had seen more blood and death than he would care to share with anyone in a lifetime. But he was happy to sacrifice his time to protect and serve his Order, he was even happy to bleed for them, but some business cost more than blood and sweat. He would have to see what Sliver wanted, she was his favorite and he was sure it would have to be good.
After the night was through he sent his reply to Sliver by means of the messenger girl. He sent her with a letter sealed with the stamp of his Penguin Invasion ring. When she left Psycho the flush from her face was gone, her face was colorless and there was a sweat was upon her brow.Psycho's response was even short than the initial message.
'I have returned to the library.'
Led by a Light - Part 3
Brought back to the room by her voice, "I can not read these runess.. There iss another in the Order.." Their eyes met, and her mandibles were moving excitedly at the discovery of these texts, "He performss most of his studiess within our Order's most holy and hidden city.."
She paused, her face growing hesitant, "But none may know itss location outsside of the Order.." Wrack could see the line of questioning unfurling before him..
The chance to learn about his past, his present, and his future..
Wrack looked to the pages of his father's book, the inks written in a strong hand, a hand that may have belonged to the man he thought he knew..
This Order could be his only chance to know the truth, to repay a debt to the forces that strike fear into the hearts of the innocent.. This could be the answer he sought.
"I wish to join the Order. I wish to fight for justice against evil, and to gain the knowledge needed to protect the realms."
She smiled as she rose form her seat, closing the book and sliding it into the leather satchel. Extending her forelimb, she offered it back to Wrack.
He slid the familiar strap over his shoulder, but it had a different feeling now that he knew what lay within it.. It felt heavier.
"zoriadimm.. halasss.."
The shimmer he had seen before in the alley of New Thalos rippled before her, and the fabric of space and time opened like a curtain.. revealing a vast port city larger than any he had ever seen before..
"Come, let usss learn more together.."
She paused, her face growing hesitant, "But none may know itss location outsside of the Order.." Wrack could see the line of questioning unfurling before him..
The chance to learn about his past, his present, and his future..
Wrack looked to the pages of his father's book, the inks written in a strong hand, a hand that may have belonged to the man he thought he knew..
This Order could be his only chance to know the truth, to repay a debt to the forces that strike fear into the hearts of the innocent.. This could be the answer he sought.
"I wish to join the Order. I wish to fight for justice against evil, and to gain the knowledge needed to protect the realms."
She smiled as she rose form her seat, closing the book and sliding it into the leather satchel. Extending her forelimb, she offered it back to Wrack.
He slid the familiar strap over his shoulder, but it had a different feeling now that he knew what lay within it.. It felt heavier.
"zoriadimm.. halasss.."
The shimmer he had seen before in the alley of New Thalos rippled before her, and the fabric of space and time opened like a curtain.. revealing a vast port city larger than any he had ever seen before..
"Come, let usss learn more together.."
Led by a Light - Part 2
Wrack's thoughts became less jumbled, and sense started to be made, but he didn't quite grasp her point. "My father was a farmer in Beregost, I'll admit I don't know anything about this book.. It changes to many forms as I glance through its pages.. But I didn't even know it existed until the day he died."
"Curiousss.." she whispered, as she slid it between the pair of them, "If thiss iss what I think it isss.." She glanced up at the glowing light, which changed to flames of red.
As she began flipping through the pages quickly, Wrack saw the many notes of his father flip before him, followed by his own.. until empty pages..
Seeing nothing of note, he looked at her questioningly, but her gaze was focused on the pages. Looking back down, he began to see why.. The pages were slowly forming symbols he had never before seen.
"Asss I susspected.." she stopped the pages from turning and looked up at the ball of light, seeming to smile, "Thiss book once belonged to our Order.. It is written in our inkss.."
Wrack paused, his thoughts racing..
Who was his father?
Where did this book come from?
Did his father write these pages?
"Curiousss.." she whispered, as she slid it between the pair of them, "If thiss iss what I think it isss.." She glanced up at the glowing light, which changed to flames of red.
As she began flipping through the pages quickly, Wrack saw the many notes of his father flip before him, followed by his own.. until empty pages..
Seeing nothing of note, he looked at her questioningly, but her gaze was focused on the pages. Looking back down, he began to see why.. The pages were slowly forming symbols he had never before seen.
"Asss I susspected.." she stopped the pages from turning and looked up at the ball of light, seeming to smile, "Thiss book once belonged to our Order.. It is written in our inkss.."
Wrack paused, his thoughts racing..
Who was his father?
Where did this book come from?
Did his father write these pages?
Led by a Light - Part 1
The world spun, at least it felt like it spun.. Darkness surrounded everything, his vision, his body, his spirit.. Every fiber of his being felt as if it was being torn to shreds in anger and then replaced with the utmost care.
Until finally.. it all stopped, and Wrack stood in a large chamber, as if he'd been there all along.
In the center of the room was a polished black marble table, surrounded by stone chairs. Hovering above it all, was a soft white light, shining down upon his leather pack, with the book laying upon it, closed.
Sliver was already seated in one of the chairs, her forelimb extended, inviting him to sit. As he stepped the few yards to the table, his boots did not echo into the vast chamber..
Though he could see no walls, it seemed comfortable, and protected. He took the chair by its back and slid it easily from the table, as if weightless.. and took a seat across the table from the large insect who had led him here.
"Where are we?" he started, "And what do you know about my father?" His questions were disconnected, probably due to the traveling, but they were fair questions nonetheless.
"We are in a protected chamber of my Order.." she replied, "Your father however.."
She turned slightly, facing the book, as if the answer was more complex than before..
Until finally.. it all stopped, and Wrack stood in a large chamber, as if he'd been there all along.
In the center of the room was a polished black marble table, surrounded by stone chairs. Hovering above it all, was a soft white light, shining down upon his leather pack, with the book laying upon it, closed.
Sliver was already seated in one of the chairs, her forelimb extended, inviting him to sit. As he stepped the few yards to the table, his boots did not echo into the vast chamber..
Though he could see no walls, it seemed comfortable, and protected. He took the chair by its back and slid it easily from the table, as if weightless.. and took a seat across the table from the large insect who had led him here.
"Where are we?" he started, "And what do you know about my father?" His questions were disconnected, probably due to the traveling, but they were fair questions nonetheless.
"We are in a protected chamber of my Order.." she replied, "Your father however.."
She turned slightly, facing the book, as if the answer was more complex than before..
Interview with a Thri'Kreen - Part 3
"Run! We mussst flee!" she yelled, grabbing Wrack by the shoulder with a jerk.
Looking at her eyes, he could see no anger, but worry.. Worry for his safety.
They ran north, heading towards the gates.. But two streets along, the cloaked insect before him darted into an alley way on the right, between two buildings.
Just as he turned into the alleyway, Wrack peered back from where they came, and saw the small group of thugs running to catch up.
Stopping quickly a few yards in, she closed her eyes and spoke..
"zoriadimm.. halasss.."
The air flickered like a sheet of transparent silk, then began to slide apart, bending the light and tearing a hole to another city. But.. The city was different from the streets surrounding him.
"Go!" she shoved him through, and turned back to face the mouth of the alley.
Stumbling, Wrack fell through and landed on the dirt street of a darker town. Regaining his balance, he looked north to see a large tower of countless stories in the distance, and turned to see squat buildings and shops surrounding him.
Landing through the rift beside him, the insect landed beside Wrack.. and the ripples of air behind her sealed as if they never exited.
She turned to him, inspecting him and whispered the words, "candusima".. a wave of cold ran through is body, and his worked muscles felt as if he had just awoken from a good rest.
The black blood upon her copper face was drying as she stepped past him, and whispered to a door between the two nearby buildings that he hadn't noticed.
She opened the door slowly.. Holding it open and turning to look at Wrack..
"My name is Sssliver.. Please come inside.." she said as he walked towards the doorway, "I would very much like to ssspeak with you about your father.."
As he stepped into the darkness beyond the door, his flesh felt as if it was being pulled by a thousand hands into the shadows..
Looking at her eyes, he could see no anger, but worry.. Worry for his safety.
They ran north, heading towards the gates.. But two streets along, the cloaked insect before him darted into an alley way on the right, between two buildings.
Just as he turned into the alleyway, Wrack peered back from where they came, and saw the small group of thugs running to catch up.
Stopping quickly a few yards in, she closed her eyes and spoke..
"zoriadimm.. halasss.."
The air flickered like a sheet of transparent silk, then began to slide apart, bending the light and tearing a hole to another city. But.. The city was different from the streets surrounding him.
"Go!" she shoved him through, and turned back to face the mouth of the alley.
Stumbling, Wrack fell through and landed on the dirt street of a darker town. Regaining his balance, he looked north to see a large tower of countless stories in the distance, and turned to see squat buildings and shops surrounding him.
Landing through the rift beside him, the insect landed beside Wrack.. and the ripples of air behind her sealed as if they never exited.
She turned to him, inspecting him and whispered the words, "candusima".. a wave of cold ran through is body, and his worked muscles felt as if he had just awoken from a good rest.
The black blood upon her copper face was drying as she stepped past him, and whispered to a door between the two nearby buildings that he hadn't noticed.
She opened the door slowly.. Holding it open and turning to look at Wrack..
"My name is Sssliver.. Please come inside.." she said as he walked towards the doorway, "I would very much like to ssspeak with you about your father.."
As he stepped into the darkness beyond the door, his flesh felt as if it was being pulled by a thousand hands into the shadows..
A simple rose
Sliver reigned in its thoughts and settled back on the floor, looking around as Pheniox vanished. Damn. What was the matter? Letting a member of the Long Death go, the clan wouldn't forgive easily. But something was there. It couldn't be explained. Sliver reached down and picked up the rose, staring at it in confusion. Such a simple token and here Sliver was, getting all twisted up in various thoughts and emotions. Emotions? A hiss of frustrations escaped from the bug, odd eyes narrowing.
A soft whisper of magic covered the rose, preserving it in time as it was. Sliver stared at the object, deep in thought before rising to weary feet and heading out into the streets. A report must be made, regardless of the unknown thoughts that battled within the Thri'kreen. There was never a question of the report having to be made, but Sliver wondered about the outcome.
Curiosity. That's all it was, Sliver reasoned. Just a simple case of curiosity. That was something the bug experienced often enough wasn't it? Sliver wondered if a chance could be given... Stranger things had happened. Something about the man had struck a note in the soul of Sliver, something saying he could be something more...
One last look was given to the preserved rose still grasped gently in Sliver's hand before the Thri'kreen emptied its mind of thought and prepared to meet with Psycho.
A soft whisper of magic covered the rose, preserving it in time as it was. Sliver stared at the object, deep in thought before rising to weary feet and heading out into the streets. A report must be made, regardless of the unknown thoughts that battled within the Thri'kreen. There was never a question of the report having to be made, but Sliver wondered about the outcome.
Curiosity. That's all it was, Sliver reasoned. Just a simple case of curiosity. That was something the bug experienced often enough wasn't it? Sliver wondered if a chance could be given... Stranger things had happened. Something about the man had struck a note in the soul of Sliver, something saying he could be something more...
One last look was given to the preserved rose still grasped gently in Sliver's hand before the Thri'kreen emptied its mind of thought and prepared to meet with Psycho.
Unexpected Visitor
Sliver removed its cloak, revealing its self to the the being before it. Heart and mind battled for position. Sliver knew who this was, what he was... and what his people had tried to do to her clan... But something the creature could not describe stopped the actions.
Cursing lightly, Sliver reigned its whips back in, tucking them away. The Thri-kreen cautiously moved over to the seemingly defeated man, looking down upon him as a war waged inside of it's head. A small growl came from the throat of the bug at the frustration the situation caused.
What about this man had Sliver so curious and unable to perform duties it knew should be done? Something tugged the bugs emotions and just wouldn't let Sliver do what the clan would demand it do with such an encounter with such a man. Reaching a hand down to the one before it, Sliver's mind and heart pushed forward, caressing and searching the fallen man's being, measuring his worth and seeking out the source of these odd feelings that prevented the the bug from finishing the man off.
Cursing lightly, Sliver reigned its whips back in, tucking them away. The Thri-kreen cautiously moved over to the seemingly defeated man, looking down upon him as a war waged inside of it's head. A small growl came from the throat of the bug at the frustration the situation caused.
What about this man had Sliver so curious and unable to perform duties it knew should be done? Something tugged the bugs emotions and just wouldn't let Sliver do what the clan would demand it do with such an encounter with such a man. Reaching a hand down to the one before it, Sliver's mind and heart pushed forward, caressing and searching the fallen man's being, measuring his worth and seeking out the source of these odd feelings that prevented the the bug from finishing the man off.
Log: 27012013 - Ror and Sliver
OOC commentary: Second attempt to roleplay with a PK'er at market square was with Sliver and went much better!
Kefkabridge no more
Westbridge had a strong energy that hung in the air the days leading up to the Battle. The clan had banded together stronger than ever and had rallied at the hall to tell tales of adventure and debrief their fellow brother about what they had heard about the invading force. The Order was Not only going to to show up and Defend the free people of Westbridge they would lead the attack.
Psycho had indeed led his troops into battle when Invasion Day came. Zekai, Marlo Variable, Psycho , Crovax, Sliver, Kaster and Lynk all defended and pushed the Vectorian lines back. Original had led a second team of wizards, Galactus, Nydia, and Sangraal down below the city to investigate another finding. Vorcet's information to enter through the west was indeed valuable. As the masses clogged up the north gate and market square the Order entered through the west gate and began cleaning the South and East gates of all Vectorian reinforcements.
After 20 minutes The Order had racked up more Vectorian bodies than the streets could handle and the Vectorian forces were quickly overrun by the flood of Auxiliary Radiant Heart Members. The fighting left many dead on both sides, but the tides of war had turned in the favor of the invading force.
Psycho had indeed led his troops into battle when Invasion Day came. Zekai, Marlo Variable, Psycho , Crovax, Sliver, Kaster and Lynk all defended and pushed the Vectorian lines back. Original had led a second team of wizards, Galactus, Nydia, and Sangraal down below the city to investigate another finding. Vorcet's information to enter through the west was indeed valuable. As the masses clogged up the north gate and market square the Order entered through the west gate and began cleaning the South and East gates of all Vectorian reinforcements.
After 20 minutes The Order had racked up more Vectorian bodies than the streets could handle and the Vectorian forces were quickly overrun by the flood of Auxiliary Radiant Heart Members. The fighting left many dead on both sides, but the tides of war had turned in the favor of the invading force.
Preparations
The night was dark, the cloudy sky blocking out even the two moons' light. Vorcet walked the wall checking in on the guards. The result of him having captured himself. He could just make out the outline of the corpse still hanging from a pike on the wall, a warning to other would be attackers.
Vorcet inspected the walls looking for weak points as this was now his charge. THe defense of the west wall, Vorcet was still unsure how that had fallen together so nicely. Vorcet stopped in one of the guard towers. The guards were up top watching for what apeared was an impending invasion.
Vorcet pulled a scrap of parchment from his armor and pulled a quil from an inkwell on the table. He thought for a moment and set quil to parchment and began laying out instructions.
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To Whom it may concern:
Token forces on the other gates. Bring invasion force through the west. I will be waiting.
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Vorcet whispered a short arcane phrase and a small imp apeared in front of him. "Bring this to a member of the Radiant Heart. I believe her name is SLiver. If Im not mistaken she will be hard to miss."
The imp slipped out the window and down the wall like a shadow, taking to the woods that pressed up against the west side of westbridge. Vorcet walked up the stairs to the roof of the tower to where two guards stood watching.
"Anything to report?" He asked the two guards that would soon find themselves the unfortunate recipients of daggers in the ribs. "Some movement but no sign of attack Is'Kal." One of the two replied. "Keep your eyes open. Their numbers have been increasing of late." Vorcet stated as he made his way back to the stairs on his way to ensure the proper operation of the gates.
Vorcet inspected the walls looking for weak points as this was now his charge. THe defense of the west wall, Vorcet was still unsure how that had fallen together so nicely. Vorcet stopped in one of the guard towers. The guards were up top watching for what apeared was an impending invasion.
Vorcet pulled a scrap of parchment from his armor and pulled a quil from an inkwell on the table. He thought for a moment and set quil to parchment and began laying out instructions.
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To Whom it may concern:
Token forces on the other gates. Bring invasion force through the west. I will be waiting.
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Vorcet whispered a short arcane phrase and a small imp apeared in front of him. "Bring this to a member of the Radiant Heart. I believe her name is SLiver. If Im not mistaken she will be hard to miss."
The imp slipped out the window and down the wall like a shadow, taking to the woods that pressed up against the west side of westbridge. Vorcet walked up the stairs to the roof of the tower to where two guards stood watching.
"Anything to report?" He asked the two guards that would soon find themselves the unfortunate recipients of daggers in the ribs. "Some movement but no sign of attack Is'Kal." One of the two replied. "Keep your eyes open. Their numbers have been increasing of late." Vorcet stated as he made his way back to the stairs on his way to ensure the proper operation of the gates.
Radiant Heart Response
Written clearly and precisely on pristine white parchment and sealed in a plain envelope with the seal of the Radiant Heart a letter arrives via a small child dressed smartly in well tailored breeches and a clean green vest over a clean pressed shirt.
Keepers of Balance,
I am Sliver, Priest of The Order of the Radiant Heart and have been given direction to respond with great interest to the proposal your group have presented to us. The Order of the Radiant Heart sees only benefit in your proposal to glean inside information in such ways. We bid you be careful, and we will be waiting for a report.
Our units have been fiercely preparing and are almost ready for the great battle that is to come. Any inside information you can give us would be put to great use, this I can personally promise you. Your efforts will not be wasted.
In addition we seek an audience with your representatives as well as that of The Hoard so that we may meet face to face and each know who we are dealing with.
Sliver, Dame Grand Cross of the Order of the Radiant Heart
Keepers of Balance,
I am Sliver, Priest of The Order of the Radiant Heart and have been given direction to respond with great interest to the proposal your group have presented to us. The Order of the Radiant Heart sees only benefit in your proposal to glean inside information in such ways. We bid you be careful, and we will be waiting for a report.
Our units have been fiercely preparing and are almost ready for the great battle that is to come. Any inside information you can give us would be put to great use, this I can personally promise you. Your efforts will not be wasted.
In addition we seek an audience with your representatives as well as that of The Hoard so that we may meet face to face and each know who we are dealing with.
Sliver, Dame Grand Cross of the Order of the Radiant Heart
Change of Heart and Soul
A bead of sweat trailed down the young man's face as he faced his opponent in all it's glory. It... Yes, the thing surely was an it. Impossible to call... it.. either male or female. Whoever or whatever it... was at the moment the young man was getting his ass kicked by it. He quickly brought his shield up to block a sword attack and saw a brief change of expression as his opponent uttered words. The young man braced himself for the attack, knowing he had made a fatal mistake in leaving himself completely open for it. He went down hard, coughing up the blood that poured into his throat angirly. Bested by a bug. As instantly as the young man felt the sting of defeat and saw his vision blackening he felt the deep tingling as his opponent magically mended his wounds. By the Gods that hurt! His opponent walked away, muttering something to it's self as the young man puzzled over the complexity of mind that could slay a man effortlessly, heal him, and leave him all in almost the same breath.
Sliver, however, had it's mind on something unrelated to the physical sparring that had just taken place. A path. Two to be more precise. Two very different directions. One of the present and future which held great rewards and certainties and challenges that could definately entertain and hold it's attention for years to come... But... A slight pang of a life long past came over the creature as it shed it's claok and swords. A deep sagging of the shoulders was the only clue of the turmoil of thoughts within the blank faced bug like creature. Sliver stretched it's limbs and stepped onto the hot sand of the desert. No need for weapons here. This was familiar territory. This was a place to be free of the restraints of humanity and be like ancestors of old... But still, even this freedom did nothing to settle the mind.
Sliver allowed the intrusion of memories from the past. Brothers. That's how Sliver had thought of them. They had taken the Priest in maybe for their own gain, but regardless it had been a life changing experience. The situation had satisfied urges in the bug that nothing else had. And then it had been dashed away. They had all been gone. There, but not there like it was before.
Sliver brought those thoughts back to the present with a frustrated grunt. But that was the past, and as much as the longing was for that kinship, it wasn't to be...
Sliver's chin lifted slightly at the thought of what COULD be in the future if the right path was chosen right now. The opportunity was there... All the Priest had to do was reach out and grab it...
Sliver reached out a limb and impaled a small mouse that was bleeding from some battle and on it's last limb on a a claw. The bug tilted it's head to the side, studying the mouse as it struggled slightly. Words of healing were uttered as Sliver placed the creature back on the ground, disturbed with the battle that played on it's mind. Sighing Sliver rationed that the memories were enough. Substance was needed for a complete life. The soul of the bug like creature tugged in one direction and would not be denied.
Decision made, Sliver whipped around quickly, running back to the edge of the sand to gather equipment that was more annoying than useful at the current moment in time. Quickly the priest stuffed cloak weapons and all into a seemingly bottomless backpack and threw it over shoulders encased in it's scarred shell exterior. Sliver knew where to find the man that was sought. He'd be waiting. He knew... He'd always known. When no one else did, he did. Maybe a formal request would be better in this case... Pushing the disturbing thought away, Sliver hurried to the future and the possibilities it holds.
Sliver, however, had it's mind on something unrelated to the physical sparring that had just taken place. A path. Two to be more precise. Two very different directions. One of the present and future which held great rewards and certainties and challenges that could definately entertain and hold it's attention for years to come... But... A slight pang of a life long past came over the creature as it shed it's claok and swords. A deep sagging of the shoulders was the only clue of the turmoil of thoughts within the blank faced bug like creature. Sliver stretched it's limbs and stepped onto the hot sand of the desert. No need for weapons here. This was familiar territory. This was a place to be free of the restraints of humanity and be like ancestors of old... But still, even this freedom did nothing to settle the mind.
Sliver allowed the intrusion of memories from the past. Brothers. That's how Sliver had thought of them. They had taken the Priest in maybe for their own gain, but regardless it had been a life changing experience. The situation had satisfied urges in the bug that nothing else had. And then it had been dashed away. They had all been gone. There, but not there like it was before.
Sliver brought those thoughts back to the present with a frustrated grunt. But that was the past, and as much as the longing was for that kinship, it wasn't to be...
Sliver's chin lifted slightly at the thought of what COULD be in the future if the right path was chosen right now. The opportunity was there... All the Priest had to do was reach out and grab it...
Sliver reached out a limb and impaled a small mouse that was bleeding from some battle and on it's last limb on a a claw. The bug tilted it's head to the side, studying the mouse as it struggled slightly. Words of healing were uttered as Sliver placed the creature back on the ground, disturbed with the battle that played on it's mind. Sighing Sliver rationed that the memories were enough. Substance was needed for a complete life. The soul of the bug like creature tugged in one direction and would not be denied.
Decision made, Sliver whipped around quickly, running back to the edge of the sand to gather equipment that was more annoying than useful at the current moment in time. Quickly the priest stuffed cloak weapons and all into a seemingly bottomless backpack and threw it over shoulders encased in it's scarred shell exterior. Sliver knew where to find the man that was sought. He'd be waiting. He knew... He'd always known. When no one else did, he did. Maybe a formal request would be better in this case... Pushing the disturbing thought away, Sliver hurried to the future and the possibilities it holds.
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