Horrible Mistake

I hit the floor suddenly, coming awake forcefully. Eyes flying open, I lay still for a moment, catching my breath before rolling onto my back and staring through the darkness at the ceiling. Usually I would light a small flame to illuminate the room, but tonight the darkness suited me better. Through the floor I felt the soft vibration of the wind despite the magical shock absorbtion in place; the Alyra was being pelted by strong winds, anchored in her place high above the moutains. A pain jolted through my gut as memories from the evening before came back to me in a rush, and I curled my knees up to my chest as waves of tears "No," I told myself quietly, forcing myself to my feet. "It was an accident, nothing more." The words sounded hollow even to me, though. Ret and I had made a horrible mistake. I reached out, picking up a dagger from my desk and weighing it in my hand. Memories flashed in my mind quickly. Ret's eagerness to explore, trying to cheer me up, had taken us to new parts. His magic had led us there, and I'd slowly been warming to the idea when we'd come across the bandit. "We were only defending ourselves." It did nothing to comfort me. I sat back down on my cot, tracing the odd imprint on the dagger's hilt with one of my fingers. That was probably the worst part. I'd killed him with my mother's dagger. Standing quickly, I flung the dagger sideways at the wall, turning and fleeing the room before it hit the floor. I clamored up the stairs and rushed down the hallway to the open helm of the Alyra, climbing up onto the railing and standing there, staring out over the landscape. The brisk wind caught me, throwing me backward onto the deck, and for the second time I landed heavily. Instead of getting up this time, I rolled onto my side and cried.

Drowling [3]

"Please leave me...I'm quite fine now. Thanks for the help, it shall be repayed generously." Starlight said to Vidala. "No problem M'Lady, twas a pleasure delivering a new life into this world." Vidala responded politely and left the room, quietly shutting the door. Starlight gently caressed the head of the newborn child... Minutes later a soft knock on the door interrupted their privacy. "Well, come in if you must." Starlight was obviously mispleased with the intrusion. The door opened and Cragath walked in, calm as always. "Well, as I see it all went nicely." He said with a smile on his face "Indeed it did...and I have you to thank..." Starlight said, barely holding back a yawn, "sorry, I'm a bit tired at the moment, again, I thank you for what you have done.""Not at all, 'tis all my duty. Peace and justice for all. I shall leave you to rest now. Sleep well, you and your child." Cragath said, pleased that another one of his days went fine. "Oh yea," he mentioned on his way out, "may I know who the father is?". "Well, if you must know it was Ryel." Starlight responded hesitantly "I see...well...if you need anything else I'll be downstairs sipping my ale and listening to the gossip as usual. Sleep well." Starlight nodded, put the little child next to herself and sank into a deep slumber. The litte drowling was sleeping soundly, unaware of what the future could bring...

Drowling [2]

Walking around the misty and rainy forest of Darrowmere Adelaide suddenly spotted a figure in a grey cloak approaching her. "Hello there, traveller, wonderful day, isn't it?" she mentioned looking at the wayfarer with a mischevous smile. The traveller peered at the dark clouds that were constantly spouting down cold rain and chuckled. "Cheerful as always you are eh? Well, I'm not quite in the joking mood right now, kind of need a favor." the cloaked stranger said. "Anything you need, Cragath, you know I'm always there for a friend" Adelaide responded. "Starlight is currently in labor in the Prancing Stallion Tavern, I need an experienced healer there to deliver the child.""Say no more, of course I shall help." Without further delay Adelaide fluttered her tiny wings and disappeared, with no trace of her presence other than a pinch of glittering pixie dust. (Back at the tavern) Appearing right before Starlight Adelaide knew exactly what to do... afterall it wasn't her first time assisting a delivery. "Well, a priest has got to do what a priest was called in to do." Adelaide said to herself and uttered a few words. Starlight instantly took a lighter breath and seemed more relieved. "This little charm will make the delivery much easier, rest assured, you're in good hands, dear Starlight. Just relax." Starlight nodded, "I trust my life...and my child's life in your hands, pixie. Do your duty well." "I always do, dear, just keep calm and focused, we'll have this taken care of in no time." (Quite a while later) "Waaaaaaaaaaaah!!" The baby's cry broke the tension in the tavern room. "It's a completely healthy little drowling." Adelaide said, nodding in satisfaction. Both mother and child are fine. Adelaide smiled. "I love it when those things come out right". Vidala nodded in agreement. "From the looks of it the mother and the child will be fine" Adelaide continued, "a little rest it'll all be fine. I shall be off now. A flutter of pixie wings and a small flash of light...Adelaide is gone..

Drowling [1]

The night was cold...and chilly winds were out. Luckily Cragath was spending this eve inside a nice cozy tavern just outside of the city of Westbridge, in the forest of Haon Dor. Cragath was calmly sitting at the bar, relaxing from a hard day of tiring work. Absently listening to the travelling bard he noticed an intriguingly odd figure entering the tavern. A short, from first glance female figure, crouched, like under a heavy weight, groaning from...pain? After making such an observation, Cragath decided to offer his assistance to the person that was obviosly in need of it. As he approached the figure and peered under the hood of the cloak, he discovered that the person was none other than Starlight, a drow Cragath knew rather well... "What's wrong? Anything I can help you with?" Cragath inquired. "Arrg...I'm in pain...the child...labor..." Starlight uttered with pain in her voice. "Oh God...she's in labor!", trying to stay calm, Cragath picked Starlight up and carried her upstairs, to the private rooms of the tavern, on his way up he motioned Vidala, the tavernkeeper's wife to get some hot water and clean towels. Vidala nodded and tossed Cragath a key to one of the rooms "On the house." she said and rushed off to fulfil Cragath's request. Up in the room Cragath gently set Starlight onto a bed. Vidala arrived with the requested hot water and clean towels. "Take care of her for now, I'm off to get a reliable cleric to perform the delivery." Cragath said and hastily made his way towards the exit.

A Decision To Make

Mirage sits on her bed, her knees drawn to her chest, her cheeks stained with tears. Her eyes narrowed on her mirror, she sits there staring at what she feels is a pathetic excuse for a Sunite. She thinks of all that has happened, all of her pain, all those who have shunned her. She thinks of all the terrible things she has learned of her past, many of which shame her. She says in a a harsh anger stricken voice "Why can I not remember?!" Tears form fresh on her face, cries of sadness and pain apparent. She stands up looking around, the rooms spins. Mirage places a hand on her forehead and steadies herself a moment letting out a long sigh. "I need to start fresh, bring amends, I need to end my foolishness, weed the good from the bad, I will make Sune proud, I will find myself." Mirage grabs some of her things and walks slowly yo the door. She looks back a moment, placing her hand on the door jamb. She says quietly "When I return all will be new, and I will know what to do." Mirage turns towards the door and takes a deep breath.

When you wake

[Note: I hope you don't mind this being in second person. It isn't for anyone else's consumption but your own. I don't terribly like acting for other people, but this seemed a likely scenario. And as we can't realistically RP every moment they spend together, consider this role one possible way Icehawk's waking could have gone. Enjoy! --nicoLe] As you lie in your bed, consciousness slowly creeping back to you, you breathe in strange sweet and savory aromas seldom encountered on board the Freon IIC. When you eventually open your eyes and look around the room, you notice a halfling woman sitting cross-legged in a chair near your bed, her black hair pulled back into a ponytail. She is wearing little more than a black tank top and a pair of white panties. Across her lap is a notepad with a handsewn binding of black cloth. The pages are lined oddly, a series of five close lines crossing the page. You might recognize these lines as staves for musical notation. Humming a haunting melody quietly to herself, she quickly jots a few notes down. You could watch her like this for a while if you wanted, as she hardly looks up, enthralled in her own doings. If you do so, she will look up after a few long moments and offer you a broad, gentle smile, setting the notepad down as she gets up and joins you in bed. If you move too much or decide to say something, she'll look up and offer you a small, distracted "Hrmm?" followed by a quick, surprised "Oh!" Clumsily, she will set the notepad down and run to your side. "How ya feeling?" she asks, hopping into bed and planting a happy kiss on your neck. You run your hands over her near-naked body and smile. "Much better now." Your fingers find their way under her tank top, her skin erupting in goosebumps at your eager touch. A slight shiver runs over her body and with wide eyes she tells you, "I've got bread in the mmmrvremmm," her words cut off by your quick kiss. For a short while, she indulges you, letting your hands wander as they will, lost in your kisses. Soon enough, however, a loud ding beckons from the galley, causing her to jump. Most likely, she is quicker than you and races off to check on her bread before you can protest. But if you do happen to be fast enough to grab her, she will ask you simply, "Do you want the ship full of smoke again?" Though you could smell the fresh bread when she opened the oven, Eleni comes back empty handed, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. Wild sex ensues for as long as you see fit. When you are both sated, lying naked next to each other, with a surprising amount of energy, she hops out of bed and runs out the room. She comes back a few minutes later, still deliciously naked, carrying a too-large tray. "Something to fill your belly." She smiles broadly, setting the tray next to you on the bed. Two large metal bowls containing what seems to be an unreasonable amount of pasta and vegtables dominate the tray. Four slices of a dark bread with a light brown spread rest next to a set of large tea cups. "Cinnamon nutmeg tea with a touch of brandy. Pipeweed bread, Teatree recipe, with honey-butter. And my own personal chicken stew. I meant it to be a soup, but people told me it's way too thick. So, it's stew, I suppose. And the bread is better than any you'll find around here. I won't cook like this often. So enjoy it while you can." Even if you try to interrupt her she'll keep speaking, quite proud of her cooking. She climbs into bed next to you and slides her pale, lovely legs under the covers. You pull the tray across your laps and enjoy a wonderful naked lunch or dinner or breakfast, whichever it would when you awoke. :}

Seline's Journal pg 7

Tuesday 4th of Nightal, year still unknown Interesting meeting today with a vampire called Arghaii. Seems in this world he was a High Lord of Mysteries, defeated and turned by the Mad God, Then claimed by the One that comes in the Night. Also interesting that those within the Church of Mystra here that participated in his defeat left (were kicked out of?) the church, Yet he still attacked the Church till Our Lady had to personally interfere... Now he claims to have a home...where She who walks in the Night lives..yet he does not serve her...Place called Sigil. I can understand many of his actions, altho due to his madness it seems he put the blame on Our Lady...instead of where it belonged...yet now, he either is in a period of lucidity...or has....hmm what.. he claims no god..recognises all ..but follows none..and as long as he maintains his (relationship) with Nis... he is safe from all...Wonder what that relationship entails...he knows of ...and he doesn't.