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.

Seline's Journal pg 6

I have met and fought with many creatures...some quite familiar and some almost totally grotesque..Vampires, those feared creatures of the night..walk boldly in the daylight...and some even have hearts of the purest light. Some of course are like the tales of nightmares..Golems abound here...and some are similar to the DragonTower. operated by living creatures, yet the difference is these creatures are imprisoned within those golem shells.. There is a tower...which I have made many attempts to reach to top of..filled with creatures..I have tried to speak with the head mage there..but every time I go there I am attacked..and have to defend myself or flee One of these days..I intend to speak with that mage...about the abuse of the weave his people are doing.. While practicing my teleport spell..I was visited again by Her...she presented me with a book...called the tome of the Seven Sisters..A holy book which is similar to one I had seen in Artur's study...but had never had a chance to read A gift..from Her..I was so ..surprised and honored, I could barely stand. we talked a bit..then after she left...I could withhold my excitement no longer...and read the book from cover to cover..Thoughts raced thru my mind..Is this an indicati - of what Our Lady wants from me? more than a guidience on the use of the weave itself? I have to think on this more...sword and spell have always been my life in Her honor...but...to get THIS from She I honor above all living..second to Our Lady herself... 

Seline's Journal pg 5

2nd of Uktar ...year unknown..(local) As of yet, I have been unable to discern the Yearly calender used...however, much has happened since last putting quill to parchment. I met with a holy man from the Church of Oghma, one Azarot.....decent fellow, he brought me to a place which had the mark of the Crescent Moon- The Harpers. A rather strange thing happened when I touched their Legendary Symbol...It was as Our Lady herself wanted me to do something with - or for them..for my hand glowed and I got all warm. Then he touched the symbol too....and the same happened to him, but apparently much stronger, for his feet gave out under him...he claimed that he had felt an overwhealming power in the touch. Not harmful..yet ... I thought, and mentioned to him that It might have been Our Lady's touch...that of the Weave itself...as he is used to working with it thru Oghma and not directly..I being more familiar with it..felt reassured We discussed what this might mean, but could not come to any firm opinion. Since that time I have met with a couple of the members of the Crescent Moon, who's names I hesitate to mention - for thier own safety One, however a Lady V...was very pleasent and I have met her twice since then. I came into posession of 4 items in my travels, gifts of one who claimed he found them...An earring, 2 cloaks and a pair of boots. Lady V said I could keep them..so I do, with honor. I spoke with her about the Old One. and If it was possible for me to meet with him to discuss the event with thier Mark...she said she would try to get that message to him I left a message with one of the Clerics at the Church of Mystra on the trail between Westbridge and New Thalos..with the idea of letting them know that one of Her's was here and to discuss why She might have brought me. Of all people to answer me from the Church...The one known as The Witchlady herself..my heroine, Never since before or after my making Commander have I been so honored. She presented me with One of Our Lady's Symbols from this plane/dimension and we discussed that this was a different dimension or plane from the one I came from..travel to it was very possible, but from it..she did not believe was possible At the very least, entry and exit would literally tear all skills from one...and the Weave is different. spells are handled differently also..and the wild magic is somewhat tamed. Many spells I knew of and used frequently do not seem to even exist here....and some I had not thought of such as the fire/ice and stormshields are rather common. That and a section of a totally unbelieveable land are also present here.

The Rescue

After making the promise to Zariel, Grognard and the newly created heucuva Borand began planning the rescue of Ilymar from the dark wizard Dalamar. The night was cold, the wind was feirce and the rain would have felt like rocks pelting them from the skys, had they been living creatures. Grognard leads them to the enterance of Dalamars laboratory, not protected against the members of the Dragons Hoard, now former members. Opening the doors to the laboratory, one of Dalamars scribes greets Grognard, then looks to Borand assumeing he is just another of Dalamars experiments. They take the stairs up to where Grognard usually meets with Dalamar, so they would not arise suspision among the scribes which inhabit the lower floors. As they climb the stairway, Grognard pushes against a part of the wall, the wall opens to reveal a passageway, leading downward into darkness. The passageway leads to the dungeon, several cells line the walls Borand rushes over to the cell which holds Ilymar, using his great strength he rips the cell bars from the thick stone foundation. Borand removes his armor and cloak tossing them to the floor, Grognard draws his sword, thrusting it through Borands pelvic bone and bringing it up cleaving Borand in half,

Repayment

Back against a large tree, Rhea kicks her legs out in front of her and crossed them at the ankles. The bark was rough and somewhat uncomfortable, but it was better than nothing and the large benches that scattered the city were ill-suited to her size. She shifted, looking for a more comfortable position, and longed momentarily for the smooth bolders and cold stone walls of her home. Her tan skin spoke of time in the sun, though really, she much preferred the shade and places underground. Stone had been her existence as a child and through much of her early adulthood; she'd left the safety of her home some years ago, but the old habits clung to her. The sun shone bright above her, but the tree's wide branches deflected most of it away from her, leaving her with a soft and comfortable light. As she trailed her fingers through the grass, they found the small tablet that sat beside her. It was a miniature chalk board and her most important possession. Without it, she was left only with the intricate - and uncommonly known - language of hand signals and signs she had learned. Or was she? She sat up slightly, picking up the tablet and turning it over in her hands. Not two days before she had met a man who had offered her a possible solution. Whether it would work was anyone's guess, but to even have such an offer... I have to do something for him, she thought, hands closing tighter on the tablet. She hopped to her feet, using the clip she's fashioned to hook her tablet onto her chainlink belt. I know exactly what to do, too. A smile turned up the edges of her lips and she hurried back to her inn room across town.