A bead of sweat trailed down the young man's face as he faced his opponent in all it's glory. It... Yes, the thing surely was an it. Impossible to call... it.. either male or female. Whoever or whatever it... was at the moment the young man was getting his ass kicked by it. He quickly brought his shield up to block a sword attack and saw a brief change of expression as his opponent uttered words. The young man braced himself for the attack, knowing he had made a fatal mistake in leaving himself completely open for it. He went down hard, coughing up the blood that poured into his throat angirly. Bested by a bug. As instantly as the young man felt the sting of defeat and saw his vision blackening he felt the deep tingling as his opponent magically mended his wounds. By the Gods that hurt! His opponent walked away, muttering something to it's self as the young man puzzled over the complexity of mind that could slay a man effortlessly, heal him, and leave him all in almost the same breath.
Sliver, however, had it's mind on something unrelated to the physical sparring that had just taken place. A path. Two to be more precise. Two very different directions. One of the present and future which held great rewards and certainties and challenges that could definately entertain and hold it's attention for years to come... But... A slight pang of a life long past came over the creature as it shed it's claok and swords. A deep sagging of the shoulders was the only clue of the turmoil of thoughts within the blank faced bug like creature. Sliver stretched it's limbs and stepped onto the hot sand of the desert. No need for weapons here. This was familiar territory. This was a place to be free of the restraints of humanity and be like ancestors of old... But still, even this freedom did nothing to settle the mind.
Sliver allowed the intrusion of memories from the past. Brothers. That's how Sliver had thought of them. They had taken the Priest in maybe for their own gain, but regardless it had been a life changing experience. The situation had satisfied urges in the bug that nothing else had. And then it had been dashed away. They had all been gone. There, but not there like it was before.
Sliver brought those thoughts back to the present with a frustrated grunt. But that was the past, and as much as the longing was for that kinship, it wasn't to be...
Sliver's chin lifted slightly at the thought of what COULD be in the future if the right path was chosen right now. The opportunity was there... All the Priest had to do was reach out and grab it...
Sliver reached out a limb and impaled a small mouse that was bleeding from some battle and on it's last limb on a a claw. The bug tilted it's head to the side, studying the mouse as it struggled slightly. Words of healing were uttered as Sliver placed the creature back on the ground, disturbed with the battle that played on it's mind. Sighing Sliver rationed that the memories were enough. Substance was needed for a complete life. The soul of the bug like creature tugged in one direction and would not be denied.
Decision made, Sliver whipped around quickly, running back to the edge of the sand to gather equipment that was more annoying than useful at the current moment in time. Quickly the priest stuffed cloak weapons and all into a seemingly bottomless backpack and threw it over shoulders encased in it's scarred shell exterior. Sliver knew where to find the man that was sought. He'd be waiting. He knew... He'd always known. When no one else did, he did. Maybe a formal request would be better in this case... Pushing the disturbing thought away, Sliver hurried to the future and the possibilities it holds.
Log: 28062012 - Ror and Mason
OOC comment: This scene is after the meeting with Zeltor, but before Ror found his way into the TriPower Kingdom. Near the end of this log, the roleplay sadly derailed in OOC talk quite instantly. In retrospect the emoticon at the start might have been a clue.
It's difficult to roleplay when OOC and IC are mixed and not kept apart. In this case it immediately ended the roleplay as the conversation switched to OOC at once. Keeping these apart is usually a learning process. If your roleplay companion has not mastered this yet, be careful because in the worse cases it may lead to OOC drama and upset people.
It's difficult to roleplay when OOC and IC are mixed and not kept apart. In this case it immediately ended the roleplay as the conversation switched to OOC at once. Keeping these apart is usually a learning process. If your roleplay companion has not mastered this yet, be careful because in the worse cases it may lead to OOC drama and upset people.
Contemplations
Ror sat at the back of the small bar built under Crier Square, Westbridge. An assortment of airship pilots were chilling and hanging out in the bar. Nonetheless, as always, it was quiet and ol' Phil was drying glasses for the umptieth time behind the bar. Ror thought back of the message he had received a short while ago. He had a plain ale in front of him on the table as cover. Every now and then a Vectorian Law Enforcer arrived, checking to see if anyone was suspicious. But Ror blended in just fine with the establishment. This bar had always been a home to him and pretending to be part of the furniture came naturally to sages. Sipping from his ale, Ror returned his attention to the message. Hrm, thought Ror, he seeks an audience with me, yet at the same time I'm asked to seek him. He mulled, but no matter how many times Ror thought it over, it seemed rather non-practical to him if you compared it to making an appointment. Two people trying to find each other usually took a while. He figured there might be some reason to it he was unaware of, that required the "meet up under the gnarled tree at midnight when the owl hoots thrice"-kind of secrecy. So a mark, eh? But what kind of mark? He smiled on the inside, well, eventually things tended to sort themselves out, not?
Time would tell. It always did.
Time would tell. It always did.
Log: 17062012 - Ror and Zeltor
OOC commentary: After reading all clan helpfiles, Ror decided to join the TriPower Kingdom. However, since his levelling was slow (45k/lvl), no application note had been send yet. The ability to write notes did not become available until level 16. In the mean time Ror met Zeltor in Westbridge though:
Log: 17062012 - Ror and Kineada
OOC Commentary: The first roleplay log of Ror where he runs into Kineada on Festival Square in Westbridge. This was in the period before Keepers of Balance came to be and which Kineada helped create. At the time Ror was a brand new character with little to no roleplay and his roleplay was still a bit wobbly before his character traits and roleplay settled definitively.
Turning Tides Horrified
The fog that Sanria found her mind bathed in lifted as suddenly as the clearing of a summer rain. She sent Velentham away with a roar of her voice and to her relief, he went. She rushed down to see Colin and guilt flooded her. It was her past that had come back that had caused Colin to lose what memories he had. Her past that always seemed to cause trouble. She decided then and there to go out to find Gilean, to get Colin help.
She arrived at the cottage and stoped to look up at it for a moment. A long time prior this had been Emalia's house, and each time she walked her, it made her stop for a moment to think about her daughter. With a sigh she went to the door, but before she could knock, if flew open.
In an instant, Sanria's worst headache and nightmare stood there, looking shocked to see her. She felt sick, knowing there was nothing she could do to protect herself if Velentham decided to take her away. The breath caught in her throat and she took a step backward. "Please... don't go..."
It was a small relief to see Gilean step in front of Velentham, but not enough to keep Sanria from stumbling backward from the cottage. "Oh Sanria... Come, let's take a walk," Gilean said, and after ordering Velentham back into the cottage, he stood at Sanria's side.
"He told you what he did to Colin?"
"He told me... everything," Gilean replied, and he looked off with a sigh.
"Gods Sanria, I knew he was arrogant and foolish. I tried to keep him from bothering you... but I never expected those depths."
"Just tell me you can fix Colin..."
"I'll do anything and everything I can, I promise you that. I'm sure that Claire will be happy to lend any aid she can as well. Come, let me take you home. I don't think it's a good idea for you to be here right now."
The two arrived at the cavern and Sanria slowly walked toward the door. She spoke to Gilean with a heaviness in her heart, "If he can't be helped, I'm not going to subject him to my life again. He deserves much better."
"No, Sanria. Don't put yourself down."
"Gilean... I know my past. I know that it keeps seeming to come back for me. So... if I can let him have a life free from that, I will do it."
"I admit, I know little of your past other than more recent events," Gilean said, "But I'm guessing that Colin did?"
"Even he admitted that he sounded insecure... I don't want to make him that way ever again."
"That big man... insecure?"
Sanria turned to look at Gilean, her face deadly serious. "Deeply so. And with good reason."
She arrived at the cottage and stoped to look up at it for a moment. A long time prior this had been Emalia's house, and each time she walked her, it made her stop for a moment to think about her daughter. With a sigh she went to the door, but before she could knock, if flew open.
In an instant, Sanria's worst headache and nightmare stood there, looking shocked to see her. She felt sick, knowing there was nothing she could do to protect herself if Velentham decided to take her away. The breath caught in her throat and she took a step backward. "Please... don't go..."
It was a small relief to see Gilean step in front of Velentham, but not enough to keep Sanria from stumbling backward from the cottage. "Oh Sanria... Come, let's take a walk," Gilean said, and after ordering Velentham back into the cottage, he stood at Sanria's side.
"He told you what he did to Colin?"
"He told me... everything," Gilean replied, and he looked off with a sigh.
"Gods Sanria, I knew he was arrogant and foolish. I tried to keep him from bothering you... but I never expected those depths."
"Just tell me you can fix Colin..."
"I'll do anything and everything I can, I promise you that. I'm sure that Claire will be happy to lend any aid she can as well. Come, let me take you home. I don't think it's a good idea for you to be here right now."
The two arrived at the cavern and Sanria slowly walked toward the door. She spoke to Gilean with a heaviness in her heart, "If he can't be helped, I'm not going to subject him to my life again. He deserves much better."
"No, Sanria. Don't put yourself down."
"Gilean... I know my past. I know that it keeps seeming to come back for me. So... if I can let him have a life free from that, I will do it."
"I admit, I know little of your past other than more recent events," Gilean said, "But I'm guessing that Colin did?"
"Even he admitted that he sounded insecure... I don't want to make him that way ever again."
"That big man... insecure?"
Sanria turned to look at Gilean, her face deadly serious. "Deeply so. And with good reason."
Deal (1-2)
Velentham hadn't been paying attention to the time that passed since Gilean ordered him back into the cottage. He hadn't been paying attention to much at all. His mind was on Sanria as it often was. When he sat in his calmer moments, he wasn't sure what he was going to do to win back her trust. The hatred and fear that she had for him broke his heart. All he wanted was to get her back, but everything had fallen apart. Completely. He didn't know if the right thing was to leave her alone, or try to talk to her, or simply just take her away until she saw the truth of the situation. He did love her, but Velentham's pride was its own beast, and he couldn't handle losing.
He had been staring at the same page in his book when Gilean burst into the room. "You are going to fix what you have done," Gilean said, and Velentham turned to look at the lesser Celestial. He had a note clenched in his hand and looked highly upset, but no one talked to Velentham this way.
"Fix what?" Velentham asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Colin. I am going to bring him here. You are going to restore his memories. And then you are going to go. I don't give a damn where but it will be away from here."
"You come in here making demands of me? What has gotten into you? And what's that paper?"
"You come here and in the span of just a few days you manage to ruin not one but two pairs of lives. It's unbelievable. But you are going to fix at least one of them."
The argument was brutal and accusations flew. According to Gilean, everything that had transpired was Velentham's fault. Any prior thoughts Velentham had about doing the right thing went out the window. "Listen, cousin. If you think I'm sorry for what I've done - you don't know me at all. I might have considered undoing what I did for her, but with you coming in to give me hell? No. If anything, you've motivated me to go and do what I intended to do in the first place. I'll just take her and leave."
"You want to get back at me, prove me wrong. You show me that you can be better than what I think you can be. You prove to me that the things I've said about our people are not true."
"I don't have to prove anything to you, Gilean. You've shown me that. I don't look up to you, cousin. You're just not that important to me."
Velentham headed for the door. If Gilean wanted him out, he'd leave. He didn't know where he would go yet, but he would eventually go back and fix things with Sanria and win her over. He opened the door when Gilean's voice called out to him, "Velentham, you fix this or I will contact the tribunal."
Velentham hated Gilean deeper than he ever had at that moment. He stopped and turned back, grinning. "Now isn't that something. You proclaim you're such a good guy. My father died to get you back and buy your silence. You are willing to break an oath you gave to him. Some role model you are. Is that your policy? To go back on what you say?"
"Oh, and what you have done falls within that agreement?"
Velentham slowly closed the door behind him. He had to take slow breaths to keep himself calm as he walked toward Gilean. "Let me ask you then - what is to stop me from killing you? If we're not honoring oaths?"
"And what do you think is the first thing I will do upon my return to Elysium?"
"Does it matter?" Velentham asked, pulling his swords from thin air. "See, if you're running to tattle regardless, I've got no reason to honor my side of the bargain either."
"You are a disgrace, even among our people. Look at what became of me for simply speaking out against them. Oh, I'm sure you'll be outcast alright. And I'm sure you'll be relieved of your memories as well."
"I tell you what. Let me go pick up Sanria and you can lead us back. If I knew you already knew how to get back, why, I would have done this sooner."
Velentham could see his desire to slay no longer inspired any kind of feeling in Gilean. With Claire leaving, it appeared that his cousin was unable to be moved. He turned and headed back to the door. "Velentham, just stop and look and what you have done," Gilean said.
"No. I'll not be baited. You wanted me out. I'm leaving. I think our conversation is at an end. Forever."
"I showed her how to protect herself. You just take a moment and think about what that means. You are a threat to her. She needs protection from you. She had to come to me asking for help, I didn't go to her."
It was the peal of truth that rang out over Velentham's mind. Had he not seen first hand what Sanria thought of him, he wouldn't have believed it. But he knew that Gilean spoke the truth. "I fix his memories," he said, "and you don't go to the tribunal? You honor what you already promised my father?"
"Yes," Gilean answered wearily.
Defeated, Velentham let out a long sigh. He would fix Colin then figure out how to fix things between himself and Sanria. He would make a deal, but that deal said nothing of his staying away from Sanria. For now, he would make his cousin feel safe, he would go away, he would plan. "Go get him."
He had been staring at the same page in his book when Gilean burst into the room. "You are going to fix what you have done," Gilean said, and Velentham turned to look at the lesser Celestial. He had a note clenched in his hand and looked highly upset, but no one talked to Velentham this way.
"Fix what?" Velentham asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Colin. I am going to bring him here. You are going to restore his memories. And then you are going to go. I don't give a damn where but it will be away from here."
"You come in here making demands of me? What has gotten into you? And what's that paper?"
"You come here and in the span of just a few days you manage to ruin not one but two pairs of lives. It's unbelievable. But you are going to fix at least one of them."
The argument was brutal and accusations flew. According to Gilean, everything that had transpired was Velentham's fault. Any prior thoughts Velentham had about doing the right thing went out the window. "Listen, cousin. If you think I'm sorry for what I've done - you don't know me at all. I might have considered undoing what I did for her, but with you coming in to give me hell? No. If anything, you've motivated me to go and do what I intended to do in the first place. I'll just take her and leave."
"You want to get back at me, prove me wrong. You show me that you can be better than what I think you can be. You prove to me that the things I've said about our people are not true."
"I don't have to prove anything to you, Gilean. You've shown me that. I don't look up to you, cousin. You're just not that important to me."
Velentham headed for the door. If Gilean wanted him out, he'd leave. He didn't know where he would go yet, but he would eventually go back and fix things with Sanria and win her over. He opened the door when Gilean's voice called out to him, "Velentham, you fix this or I will contact the tribunal."
Velentham hated Gilean deeper than he ever had at that moment. He stopped and turned back, grinning. "Now isn't that something. You proclaim you're such a good guy. My father died to get you back and buy your silence. You are willing to break an oath you gave to him. Some role model you are. Is that your policy? To go back on what you say?"
"Oh, and what you have done falls within that agreement?"
Velentham slowly closed the door behind him. He had to take slow breaths to keep himself calm as he walked toward Gilean. "Let me ask you then - what is to stop me from killing you? If we're not honoring oaths?"
"And what do you think is the first thing I will do upon my return to Elysium?"
"Does it matter?" Velentham asked, pulling his swords from thin air. "See, if you're running to tattle regardless, I've got no reason to honor my side of the bargain either."
"You are a disgrace, even among our people. Look at what became of me for simply speaking out against them. Oh, I'm sure you'll be outcast alright. And I'm sure you'll be relieved of your memories as well."
"I tell you what. Let me go pick up Sanria and you can lead us back. If I knew you already knew how to get back, why, I would have done this sooner."
Velentham could see his desire to slay no longer inspired any kind of feeling in Gilean. With Claire leaving, it appeared that his cousin was unable to be moved. He turned and headed back to the door. "Velentham, just stop and look and what you have done," Gilean said.
"No. I'll not be baited. You wanted me out. I'm leaving. I think our conversation is at an end. Forever."
"I showed her how to protect herself. You just take a moment and think about what that means. You are a threat to her. She needs protection from you. She had to come to me asking for help, I didn't go to her."
It was the peal of truth that rang out over Velentham's mind. Had he not seen first hand what Sanria thought of him, he wouldn't have believed it. But he knew that Gilean spoke the truth. "I fix his memories," he said, "and you don't go to the tribunal? You honor what you already promised my father?"
"Yes," Gilean answered wearily.
Defeated, Velentham let out a long sigh. He would fix Colin then figure out how to fix things between himself and Sanria. He would make a deal, but that deal said nothing of his staying away from Sanria. For now, he would make his cousin feel safe, he would go away, he would plan. "Go get him."
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