Old Cape Lucullus

Sszdrin sat on a balcony overlooking the Ishtar Sea.  He had walked a  considerable distance from Myn's home and his feet ached.  Sorrow, his  ever-present companion, only served to increase the looming irascible  facade that he carried with him.  He couldn't help it.  Part of him  loved Myn - her smile, her sparkling eyes - part of him hated her - her  smile, her sparkling eyes.  She could drive him to madness, but still,  he couldn't help but feel alone on the balcony and filled with worry,  regret, and sorrow.

Myn was going to bear his child - a child that wouldn't and couldn't  know him.  It was an accident, she shouldn't have been able to get  pregnant at all, but she did and everything was at risk.  He had turned  his back once again on his Drow brethren - if he were to show his face  it would be instant death.  If they found out Myn was his lover - they'd  kill her first and force him to watch.  If they ever had this kid coming  around asking about him - it would be a slow and painful death for the  child and an incredible hunt.  Better to slink away, lick his wounds,  and hide.  At least Myn would tell the child he was dead.  No questions,  no pain, no death.

Hiding - it was what he did well.  He seemed destined to do it forever.  He was oversized for his race, easy to find when he wanted to be, but  Sszdrin didn't want to hide forever.  It was tiring.  Every eye turned  onto him wherever he went - marked not only by the color of his skin, but  by the legendary hatred of his race by all others.  He felt like a fool  ever thinking he could live outside of them, and now, he could never go  back.

Sszdrin stared down at the water and the small specks of boats that fished  its great depths.  He stood up at the edge of the balcony, the sea-breeze  lifting his stark white hair, as the sun set to the west.  He could jump -  the impact would likely crush his bones before ever he sank into the water.   He set his jaw and looked down.  To jump would mean he would never, ever be  able to watch Myn and his child from afar.  If word ever did get back that  the child was his, someone would have to protect them both.

With a drow curse beneath his breath, Sszdrin turned on his heel and went back into inn room.  He would go back tomorrow.  He would slink about in  the woods around Myn's house - he had nothing better to do.  He would let  her think he had vanished completely and all the while, he'd watch over them.   No one would see him and more importantly, no one would hurt her without  feeling the steel of his dagger in their back.

A strange feeling, A strange city

She approached silently, the hiss of the air itself would have made more noise then her silk pants at this time.  She could be silent, she could be brutal.  She would be.  She saw the nape of the womans neck, so slender, the heart pumping blood, causing the neck to pulse.  She was so close, It would be over in secconds.  She was a killer.  This was her element.  Her hand outstretched...  'Tamoko!  STOP!  ' The call split the air.  Sitting bolt upright in the dark room, Tamoko slid from the silk sheets, the room was luxurious, it was as she had left it, no one was here so who called out to her?  Crossing to the window Tamoko drew back the heavy drapes and peered down into the street below.  This was a strange city, she had been here but a few hours and already she carried with her ill feelings.  Something about this job didn't bode well for her.  Stepping away from the curtains, the molten silver glow in the room plunged back into heavy shadows and she flopped back onto the bed, her silk pyjamas hissing against the silk of the sheets and closed her eyes, trying to meditate, regain her focus.  Within moments of closing her eyes a face filled her mental eye, she watched it long in silent observation.  She had only been given the briefest description of this man, yet his face filled her mind constantly.  White murkey eyes stared at her intently from beneath a crimson hood, grey skin covered him.  The shadows that flitted about him made Tamoko interested.  He was odd this man indeed, it was time Tamoko sought him out, so she could get the hell out of this strange city.

A Poster tacked in Market square.

A few posters have been tacked to surrounding walls, buildings, the fountain itself, and on to every bench in the market place, they read simply:

           WHAT IS YOUR GOVERNMENT DOING FOR YOU LATELY?

             IS IT TIME FOR THE PEOPLE TO DEMAND A RE ELECTION?

TIME TO ASSESS THE ECONOMY, WAGES, MORE JOBS FOR THE PEOPLE! ACT NOW

   CALL UPON YOUR GOVERNMENT TO ACT NOW, THE TIME FOR THE FUTURE IS NOW!!

A new order of business.

The air in the chamber was stifling, she did not notice it.  Robed in thick dark fabrics, she continued to sit calmly at the ornate desk and continue reading the giant tome laid open before her.  The sunlight was fading, she had a meeting with Gruumsh.  Finally, after months of perseverance she would finally speak with someone in the order.  She did not contemplate for a moment about the consequences if it didn't work out as she had intended, she was too elated over the notion that she might finally be able to be among them, to fulfil her passion for her art, and learn new techniques and theories from those with more experience.  Her time had come.  She collected another cloak from a peg on the back of the barely there wooden door, and fastened it on top of her other already swathed thick garments, and headed out the door, letting it bang closed with a few more tumbling wooden panels, and dissipated into the early evening.  She heard him coming, oh he was stealthy, to most there probably would have only been a fraction of noise, but to Xalyn's acute hearing, her heightened senses, she had a moment to prepare herself, cast her final cantrip before he arrived.  She was ready and composed when he entered the very quiet, practically desolate, Nisstyres Tavern in Westbridge.  Sitting together deep in conversation for many hours, Xalyn explained how she had previously arrived to the surface, how long she had studied necromancy, what she had in mind to offer, and learn from the order, She knew they would have been watching her over the past weeks and after many hours, she stood, and shook his hand, as he left, she dissipated into thin air, leaving the tavern as empty as she had found it.  She liked that place.  Xalyn had been welcomed, she hoped beyond hope, it stayed that way.

Log: 23012013 - Ror and Alsin

OOC commentary: Short and sweet. This is a wrap-up of the event at Alsin's garden. The roleplay note "Entity aftermath" speaks of ordering a copy of a book for Alsin. This short session shows Ror delivering the book as gift.
 

A Shady encounter ( 2/3 )

Confident her shields of warding would endure this conversation with what she had now identified as a shade, Maya calmed immensly however she kept her guard constantly up.  ' I'd shake your hand...  But' she dared to mock, indicated by her slight sni by the shade, she continued any way 'My is Maya Do'Urden, now do tell shade, Why do you follow them?  ' The shades eyes grew bright and it said in a slightly mocking tone, 'Oh so polite you are'.  With a mocking smile, Maya said 'I'd give you the whole introduction but I feel it would be Lost on you.  ' 'They are treacherous.  A blight to be eliminated, and worse, they have something that belongs to my daughter'.  'Ah, you parent the beast Maya sawid simply, her hands folding neatly in her lap, as she sits upon the edge of the craters lip.  The shades eyes flare again and his form coalesces into a more menacing appearing shadow of smoky of smoky blackness.  ' Beast!  She is no beast!  She is beautiful.  ' Maya says in a somewhat satisfied tone ' I don't doubt it.  ' for atleast now she knew the lengths this thing would go to, for that woman her companions claim, could destroy the world ' I speak of her nature.  Don't mistake me, I judge not, I simply state things as they are.  You want the amulet then?  ' She asked, raising her eyebrow in question toward the shade who only dissipates once more and resumes his bobbing.  'You would do well to watch your choice of words, woman. And yes, the necklace belongs to her.  ' It said after a time.  Then it asked, 'Where is it?  ' 'You know where it is.  ' she said The shades eyes flared again in irritation.  ' Then why would I ask?  ' Maya smiled faintly again once more, her eyes narrowing to barely visible slits.  In idle response the shade circled about closer to Maya once more, seeming to test the boundaries of his closeness.  Maya was again, not for the first time in this encounter, entirely sure she was safe.  Maya once more, seeming to test the boundaries of his closeness.  Maya was again, not for the first time in this encounter, entirely sure she was safe. 

Dutiful Disposition

Gilean stood upon a quiet pier on the edge of New Thalos. He glanced around and didn't see anyone else in the surrounding area of abandoned warehouses. Content that nobody saw him, he pulled a small but heavy steel box from within the folds of his robes. He slid open the sturdy latch and lifted the lid. Within, lay the necklace. It wasn't quite as pristine as the one Claire had been tasked with hiding away, but it was beautiful nonetheless. Each of its many beads held the smallest sparkle of inner light.

The necklace held a strange attraction for Gilean. It was almost as if there were an unknown connection to something greater than this plane of existance. When he and Claire had visited that plane to retrieve Kaliadra and Sanria everything felt so familiar. Then, when Velentham had touched him, it was like the impenetrable clouds of his past had started to part. His past was still mainly a mystery but Glean could now remember feelings...impressions. He felt a strange kinship with Velentham. He felt that there was much more to his life than his youthful years could account for. He also felt a conviction and a defiance, but he knew not against what. This necklace seemed to whisper im his mind that it could help him... reconnect him.

Gilean realized with a bit of a start that he had been staring into the box for much longer than he intended. Content that its contents were indeed in their place he clapped the lid shut, ignoring the small tinge of regret that tugged upon his heart. He slid the latch closed and wrapped his hands about the box. He closed his eyes, whispering a devout prayer to Lathander. In response to his calling, a white light flared brightly from between his fingers and he knew his ward of locking was in place. With a nod of satisfaction Gilean tucked the box back within the folds of his robes.

He took a final look around and, satisfied that he was still alone, invoked a much simpler favor. His feet rose from the ground in response and Gilean lifted his gaze towards the subtle curve of the horizon. With the conviction of his duty driving him forward, he set off in flight over the vast expanse of the Sea of Swords to dispose of his charge.