Insomnia. (A response to The Call.)

[Perhaps a bit late, but here we go.] Another night of restlessness. Eleni had too much on her mind, and her insomnia was becoming more prevalent again. She lay in bed for an hour or so, listening to Icehawk breathe, considering waking him to hear his voice, to talk idly till her mind was eased and she could find a bit of rest, but knowing how hard he works, how much he needed his sleep. She climbed carefully over him and pulled on her black clothes, leaning in to kiss his cheek softly and whisper, "I won't be long," before quietly sneaking out of the Frost Bite. Icehawk had stirred a little, as if to ask her not to go, but Eleni needed some conversation or at least a bit of fresh air. By the grace of Sune, she made it quickly to Westbridge and climbed the stairs of the Market Square Cafe to take her usual thinking spot on the round table on the roof. She'd been hoping to find a friend or even a stranger with whom she could discuss the philosophies of love and truth and self, but the streets seemed oddly barren. Fewer people seemed to be venturing out into the streets at night, perhaps noticing the recent rise in the local vampire population. Even the undead seemed scarce on this night, though. The black-haired, black-clad halfling's skin almost glowed in the moonlight, its pale radiance such a stark contrast to its dark surroundings. Looking out over Market Square, she noticed an odd glow and wondered how she could have possibly missed it when she'd gone through the square. She looked down at it, unable to discern the words or its meaning from where she sat. She jumped from the table and moved silently over to the ledge, staring at the strange light intently for a while, considering whether she should investigate or not. Her decision was made for her though, as a figure moved quickly into the square. In the darkness, she could not be sure but she thought it Kalina, whom she had the pleasure of meeting on a couple occasions. Her interest seemed also to lie in the strange message. Shortly after Kalina moved on, more people, one by one, came to investigate, some Eleni recognized and some she did not, each reacting in their own ways. Her curiosity was becoming too much, her feet itching to pad downstairs and see the message for herself. She could not tell if those reading it had been drawn to it or simply passing by, but there it was, she saw it too, and it was out in the open to be read. Silently, she crept to the square, cautiously glancing about before moving to the enigmatic note. Quickly she read it, her lips curling to a smile as she noticed Sylus's seal upon it. His gentle advice and guidance had helped her greatly in the recent past, and he had earned much respect and admiration, as well as friendship, from her. The message, however, seemed to call to those who had already served him, some warriors of the past she knew nothing about. She walked quietly from the square and headed east, back toward Torregiano and the warm bed that awaited her. "It was not for me," she told herself, considering the call during the long walk home. "He needs people he knows, people who are pure, kind, GOOD. That isn't me. Still..." She turned her eyes upwards, staring at the radiant night sky, feeling blessed to be up at this hour able to see such beauty. In soft prayer, she whispered to the dark expanse, to her friend, "If you need me, Sylus, I am here for you. I may not be the best warrior or the purest heart, but you're deserving of my fealty and respect. If you find me worthy, I am here." She continued her walk home in silent thought, having found no peace of mind, but rather more to consider. Dawn was breaking as she arrived at her lover's home--or was it now also her home. Exhausted from the long walk between the two cities and her lack of sleep, Eleni slunk into bed next to Icehawk, comforted as his arms wrapped around her petite frame, and for a few hours, she slept. 

The ring

Mirage awoke from her deep slumber, sensing something in her room, a presence perhaps. She scoped the room slowly, Here eyes landing on the vanity where she had laid the ring she had made him.... It glowed with an awesome brillance, the roses etched in it no longer red but a whiteish silver.... she knew in her heart who it was, but she dare not say the name... She sank down underneathe of her covers and triesd to recover her sleep that had escaped her , but her task proved unfruitful and she lay there all night thinking ....staring at the cieling... 

The Call

Grecia wakes with a start and peers around. Wha.. Who? There? He sees noone yet... Something is ... About. There is a strange ... Feeling ... In the air.. A .. Summons of some sort. Dressing quickly, he grabs his pack and heads out of the Inn. He looks ab out .. Then turns toward Market Square, If there is something up, someone there might know about it he ponders as he walks. When he reaches the Square for some reason there is noone about, so he checks the message board. Ahh a new one, he thinks as he reaches up with his right hand to steady it The Knights of the Rose he reads, then in the flickering light he notices the Seal of the Rose and his birthmark at the same time.. Perhaps it is just the lighting but ... Dang! It is there!... On my wrist!... then the lamplight flickers again and that similarity is merged into the rest of his birthmark. I wonder,he ponders, if just maybe, this .. Group might know something... They do seem to be of noble intent Wonder.. Wonder if any of them might know what this means He rubs his wrist as he thinks things over. Wonder if they.... Perhaps can use me? Scanning the rest of the note he looks for a person to contact.. But with no luck. Well, mebbe one will find me.. If I leave a sign of interest.. He sits down at the edge of the fountain and digs out one of his unused spell pages and his quill. To The Knights of the Rose, please contact me or leave note with whom I may contact. Yours Grecia Gaiannas Alchemist and Horticulturalis. then he signs it with his seal - that of his birthmark A strand of Roses as he does so.. He notices again, the center of his mark... Looks very much the same as that of the one on the poster ... Frowning curiously, he sticks the note to the board. Then shrugs and heads back to his room.

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