Aubrey

There's no art of Aubrey.

Description

A woman in her mid twenties is sitting in the middle of the room meditating. She is wearing a handful of tanks on her back of different hues. There are tubes going from each of them into the core of her body. Knobs and switches adorn panels along her wrists and forearms. Her eyes snap open, as if someone or something, keyed her into something. She stands giving a knob a turn and one of the tubes start to fill with a glowing yellow liquid, slowly inching to her body. When it does, her hands crackle with energy. She walks off, with long strides on following the unheard voice.

Biography

She comes from Ravnica, beyond the Forgotten Realms.

Roleplay Logs

• Log: 21122013 - Quyen and Aubrey

Log: 21122012 - Quyen and Aubrey

OOC commentary: First time roleplay between Aubrey and Quyen.

Log: 20122013- Pika and Belldandy

OOC commentary: Short live roleplay send in by someone between them, Belldandy and Pika. Mysterious!

Log: 18122013 - Quyen and Calliope

OOC commentary: Some live roleplay part of "The Muse" roleplay. After Quyen rescued Calliope, they lurk in a sanctuary. However, when they are ready to continue their journey, they find themselves elsewhere. Or as they say: from the frying pan into the fire...

A New Beginning

Many years had passed since Bosch had last made the journey to the outskirts of Drannor Forest.  The path was familiar, but he could sense it had been quite some time since the path had seen any travellers.  As he stepped out of the woods he  peered through the low fog which had covered the small clearing up ahead in a dense haze.  Streaks of light cut through the forest  canopy, casting beams of shimmering silver as it reflected off of the thick mist.  Looking upwards he could see the outline of the pillars as they casted their shadows on the forest below.  He had arrived at The Archives.

As he approached he could see that the great library had remained undisturbed since his last visit, and the forest had begun to take back what was once hers.  The majestic black marble pillars were now covered by twisting vines as thick as tree trunks, winding their way up the columns.  The facade, now camouflaged by a layer of green moss with patches of bluish-grey lichen interspersed throughout, was alive as denizens of the forest had now made it their own.  Bosch raised his ancient staff and whispered a few soft words...

The ward protecting The Archives was still active.  While his whereabouts were unknown, he knew Clausius lived.  A subtle grin  of acknowledgement passed Bosch's lips as he nodded his head and took one last look at the structure before him.  As quickly as he arrived he turned around and went back into the woods for the journey home, having found what he came here searching for.

The Muse (Part 8)

Quyen turned the page of the journal log written by Calliope. Above him a small ball of light floated, providing light and warmth for those inside his magical shelter. After not being able to find a quick way back home, Quyen had decided to hide them both somewhere. Somewhere was the right word. Somewhere safe. Somewhere without exits and entrances. He bit down on the stick between his teeth rather than a cigarette, as to not suffocate them both with cigarette smoke. So she thinks me strange, huh? He turned another page and read about the merchant and eventually about the gnome. He wondered about the things she had written down. What did they mean? What did she discover that she had done? He squinted at her. Obsessions are dangerous, girl, he thought. With his right hand palm he touched her forehead and checked the temperature, pushing her black locks out of her face. Warm, but not feverish. He pushed his coat away and checked her bandaged body to see if any of her wounds had reopened again. But they hadn't. Smiling, he placed his coat back over her and leaned back.

The coat slowly moved up and down by her steady breathing. And a melancholic feeling crept over Quyen as he thought back of the past. Damn, you look so much like her. So this is what you meant Ror? Bastard. He closed his eyes and rested while he could. She probably had questions when she woke up.

The new tenant

A note has been pinned on the notice board in the common room of the  Citadel:

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I've moved into room 201 as the former owner moved out. He agreed that I could move in and told me it would be a good way to get to know some new faces.

Looking forward to getting acquainted next time I'm around.

- Quyen

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