Protectors of House deMystra has Fallen

The Protectors of House deMystra have fallen. I, the Former Captain of the Guard, have been betrayed by those I trusted. A few remain loyal. Those that do, are either slaves, or fellow undead. I no longer claim obedience to Niami. I serve a new God now, though he shall remain nameless for a time. A new order has replaced PoHM. In time... Those that betrayed me will pay. In time... All will know who I truly am. Until the time is ripe for me to reap the sorrow I sow, I will feed. We will all feed... 

In the Market...

Kalina walked slowly towards Market Square. Her mind so deeply wounded by the past transgressions, and her regretful parting with Sylus. She glanced down at the ring that hung on a chain from her neck. Glittering platinum, meant to be given to Sylus as a token of her heart forever. She clutched the ring in her fist and bowed her head with her eyes closed, fighting back tears. Kalina had no idea how her mother could have broken so thoroughly what she once thought was so deep. She tilted her head back, looking up at the sky, when a blinding flash of light arced through the sky. Her heart rose for a moment, beating wildly in her chest. Automatic, her feet sprang of their own accord into a dead run toward Market Square. Her mind raced, could it be Sylus...could it be... She arrived, the square empty, and her heart sank. As tears anew started in her eyes, she noticed a parchment on the fountain. With quiet purpose, she strolled to it, and quietly read the summons. Kalina laid a hand upon the call, gently running a finger over the words, almost hoping to draw something, anything, from it. As tears rolled silently down her cheeks she began a whisper that would be the last her voice was heard aloud. I'm so glad you're gathering what you worked so hard to have so long ago. Good Luck my love." Kalina looked to the sky, trying with her mortal eyes to locate a single star. Failing, she looked to the cobblestones and removed her hand from the fountain. She began walking slowly away, her voice gone from her throat, her love gone from her side, and only the silence of the night to keep her company.

the calling

I was sitting at Phil's bar just about to go out an wonder the realms looking for people who needed assistance,after a long talk with one of my good friends. When the calling came to me, I was excited to have been called to rejoin the Knights of the Rose. Now i wait to see what will happen now. The Knights were always a big part of my life, and they were always willing to help. And now i get the chance again To be one of them

The Call

The dark hours of the night in westbridge... The streets are oddly empty. The adventurers either gone on their quests or wisely indoors. A lone figure walks the streets, clad in dark black robes. His seven foot frame strangely casting no shadow. He walks on through the streets to Market square. He walks with purpose... Direction... And stands before the fountain. With one raised hand magic energies begin to gather. The stars themselves seem to shiver as the magic energies are drawn upon. Then, with no warning, Red and Silver energies spring from the mans outstreached hand and the call is sent. The call to arms for the Ros E Knights is sent, soaring energy like a comet streaks across the realms. Heed the call, Pure warriors. Answer the summons, and find your destinies again. The world needs you once more. With that Sylus walks away... awaiting response. 

(PS : There is a note on the way about how to respond to this and an ooc explaination of what is going on... just gimme a sec 

Questions

Things have been going well. I am part of the Guardians once again, but i find that i am haunted by the same question... what now. The lady with whom my encounter started this question. I find I am afraid still... What I don't know. I always had a plan. What happened to that plan? What am I doing back here again? besides being who i've always been... Am I here to fulfill my destiny? what ever that may be I am still young... and have to remind myself of this on a constant basis... But the questions still remain... What now? Whom can honestly answer that question? Those with a plan of some sort What am I really afraid of? Am I afraid to persue those dreams I had in my younger years.. Why? That answer is not simple. Afraid to persue in chance of failure? or afraid to take a chance that I might succeed? Here and now, I am embracing my destiny. Even though I am alone in this adventure. I look up into a new sky every morning and sometimes it seems so easy to forget. A new day is a new beginning. Yeah even though I'm alone, it's....... ok Rythryn Veladorn 

Jhinta il'Sthan and Illyria

Greetings, Realms. Illyria has agreed to a wedding proposal, and we have scheduled it for 2 days from today. The location is unknown as yet, but will be noted on the announcement board in market square tomorrow. Illyria and I would like to extend an invitation to all who dare to observe. the time, while still uncertain, will be either near to 9 am EST, 7 pm EST, or 10:30 pm EST depending on availability of the Immortal who agreed to marry us. Blood and Honor, Jhinta il'Sthan 

Song for an Angel

Throughout the center of Westbridge, music could be heard, a delicately fingered guitar and a woman's soft voice singing. From where you stood, the words were unintelligible, but if you followed the sound to a small cafe just south of Market Square, and maybe made your way up the stairs onto the roof... Eleni sat on the round table, her legs crossed and her back towards the stairs that lead down to the cafe below. She swore at herself quietly, unsatisfied with her writing. In frustration, she strummed a few heavy chords on her guitar before taking a deep breath and beginning the song again. The guitar work was simple and pretty, a soft, melancholy song. Quietly, she sang: I didn't mean to leave you standing all alone; our last kiss passed through your window. I walked home through crowded streets, climbed into empty sheets, tried to tell myself that I had to go. But my heart it wants too much; it feeds on the fire of your unexpected touch. And your heart's just starting to awaken. How can I stay when I already am taken? Isn't this a lesson I've already learned? Playing with passion we'll all get burned. It takes courage to love you say, I don't know that I'm that brave. And there's no right or wrong that I've discerned. In truth, I think our hungers are the same: you long for my blood, and I'm addicted to the pain. No difference when I find myself lost in your embrace not knowing which flame to chase. And my heart she wants too much; she feeds on desire and your empathetic touch. And your heart's just starting to awaken. We tremble so close... maybe we're already breaking. Maybe we're already...... The song faded to a quick and quiet end, as if neither singer nor song were able to continue. She folded her arms around her guitar, looking out over the city, lost in her own thoughts.