Current Character Description - Arkain Myrhala
An average looking human male stands here peering about. His eyes are dark, yet show just a hint of crimson. His hair is brown and his skin olive. He wears a black robe that lavishly hangs around his frame. In his hand he wields a plain looking staff that glows ever so softly, bearing magical properties. He is middle aged and looks experienced. A mustache and goatie frame his mouth, yet there is one empty spot on the left side of his lips that is nearly an inch long and contains no hair. An obvious scar. The additional clothing that he wears, besides the robe, are earth tones. A druid. Lagging slightly behind him with piercing eyes is his familiar, a jaguar. The animal looks young and tough, and is obviously a worthy opponent.
Dedication
Gilean sat in the chair in the living room near the fireplace reading a large book about something to do with expunging exotic poisons. Truth be told, though his eyes had been scanning over the words for many minutes, he hadn't read a single bit of it. His thoughts were far too absorbed with the tumultuous state of his family.
It hadn't helped that Claire had managed a visit yesterday. She was able to only briefly slip away from the oppressive watch of Ruthivan but the woman who Gilean saw seemed far from the Claire he knew... the Claire he loved. The magical flames normally alight upon her head were practically non-existent and she showed almost no emotion. She seemed somehow broken and it absolutely tore at Gilean's heart.
It was worse when Matinus wouldn't even acknowledge Claire as his mother. 'She is not my mom! Sanria is my mom! She's here, and she loves me!' The boy's words still rang through Gilean's mind. He had yelled at Matinus and sent him to his room, angered to see the additional pain those words inflicted on the already broken Claire. Claire had criticized Gilean for reprimanding the boy.
'He has every right to feel as he does. Matinus felt threatened by something, and I believe that something is his father standing with another woman who is never here saying to hug her and treat her like a mother. I am no longer his mother. I am merely the woman who gave him life.'
Gilean had accepted Claire's words and later spoke to Matinus. He attempted to apologize for not always being there for his son. First when he lost Claire to Ruthivan, then more recently when Sanria was taken by Velentham. Matinus had been very guarded and resentful, even going so far as to tell Gilean, 'If you leave mom I'm going to live with her. I don't want to live with you, Dad. Not if you want that other lady. Because I don't believe you.'
That had almost been too much for Gilean. Not only had the boy questioned his feelings for Sanria, but to hear another of his children essentially tell him what a terrible father he was... It was too late to change things for Mirin, who had essentially grown up with the Stones, but it wasn't too late for Matinus. He had promised his son then and there he would do whatever was necessary to keep this family together.
Here he sat with the knowledge of Kalidra's secret weighing on him. There was no baby. It was a secret he would bear. He had to see this family stay together. For Matinus, for Nioma, for Sanria, for the little one yet to be born. He would do whatever it took. This time, things would be right.
It hadn't helped that Claire had managed a visit yesterday. She was able to only briefly slip away from the oppressive watch of Ruthivan but the woman who Gilean saw seemed far from the Claire he knew... the Claire he loved. The magical flames normally alight upon her head were practically non-existent and she showed almost no emotion. She seemed somehow broken and it absolutely tore at Gilean's heart.
It was worse when Matinus wouldn't even acknowledge Claire as his mother. 'She is not my mom! Sanria is my mom! She's here, and she loves me!' The boy's words still rang through Gilean's mind. He had yelled at Matinus and sent him to his room, angered to see the additional pain those words inflicted on the already broken Claire. Claire had criticized Gilean for reprimanding the boy.
'He has every right to feel as he does. Matinus felt threatened by something, and I believe that something is his father standing with another woman who is never here saying to hug her and treat her like a mother. I am no longer his mother. I am merely the woman who gave him life.'
Gilean had accepted Claire's words and later spoke to Matinus. He attempted to apologize for not always being there for his son. First when he lost Claire to Ruthivan, then more recently when Sanria was taken by Velentham. Matinus had been very guarded and resentful, even going so far as to tell Gilean, 'If you leave mom I'm going to live with her. I don't want to live with you, Dad. Not if you want that other lady. Because I don't believe you.'
That had almost been too much for Gilean. Not only had the boy questioned his feelings for Sanria, but to hear another of his children essentially tell him what a terrible father he was... It was too late to change things for Mirin, who had essentially grown up with the Stones, but it wasn't too late for Matinus. He had promised his son then and there he would do whatever was necessary to keep this family together.
Here he sat with the knowledge of Kalidra's secret weighing on him. There was no baby. It was a secret he would bear. He had to see this family stay together. For Matinus, for Nioma, for Sanria, for the little one yet to be born. He would do whatever it took. This time, things would be right.
Hard Work
Colin stood in the training room, stripped to the waist with sweat streaming down his body. He struck the training dummy a few more times with his swords though his arms already felt like lead. Panting for breath, he finally dropped them to his sides and slunk over to one of the benches along the wall. He sat down wearily, his muscles burning from working himself almost to exhaustion. He found that hard exercise always helped clear his mind when he was troubled but it had been a long time since he was troubled quite like this.
Maybe this was what he got for thinking things couldn't get any worse. It wasn't enough that Sanria was married to Gilean, was the best parent little Matinus had ever known, and was carrying Gilean's child. No, Kaliadra had taken it upon herself to seduce him to bed and ensured she became pregnant. Colin knew he should have fought harder, resisted her stronger, but her touch was so welcoming and had a strange sense of Sanria about it. Perhaps she had learned something through the connection the two shared, perhaps it was just Colin willing it into existence. Kaliadra had forced Colin to look her in the eyes and acknowledge she wasn't Sanria but in that particular moment, Colin would have said practically anything not to lose the feeling of Sanria coming to him willingly, even if it weren't truly her.
He didn't know how Kaliadra had managed to ensure the pregnancy, even Sanria didn't know, but the fact was it happened. Colin had always loved new life, babies, children of all kinds; but for the first time in his life he found himself hating the little one in Kaliadra. He felt terrible for even thinking that, however, he couldn't lie to himself. He felt his chest tighten as he thought about just how wrong everything had turned out. Sanria carrying Gilean's child, Kaliadra carrying his... the one thing he wanted in his life seemed further away than ever.
Colin fought against his rising emotions and simply stood, almost mechanically approaching the training dummy once more. He swung and hacked, even though his muscles screamed in protest. Eventually he would reach exhaustion, then, maybe, he could sleep without seeing only the sad face of Sanria before him.
Maybe this was what he got for thinking things couldn't get any worse. It wasn't enough that Sanria was married to Gilean, was the best parent little Matinus had ever known, and was carrying Gilean's child. No, Kaliadra had taken it upon herself to seduce him to bed and ensured she became pregnant. Colin knew he should have fought harder, resisted her stronger, but her touch was so welcoming and had a strange sense of Sanria about it. Perhaps she had learned something through the connection the two shared, perhaps it was just Colin willing it into existence. Kaliadra had forced Colin to look her in the eyes and acknowledge she wasn't Sanria but in that particular moment, Colin would have said practically anything not to lose the feeling of Sanria coming to him willingly, even if it weren't truly her.
He didn't know how Kaliadra had managed to ensure the pregnancy, even Sanria didn't know, but the fact was it happened. Colin had always loved new life, babies, children of all kinds; but for the first time in his life he found himself hating the little one in Kaliadra. He felt terrible for even thinking that, however, he couldn't lie to himself. He felt his chest tighten as he thought about just how wrong everything had turned out. Sanria carrying Gilean's child, Kaliadra carrying his... the one thing he wanted in his life seemed further away than ever.
Colin fought against his rising emotions and simply stood, almost mechanically approaching the training dummy once more. He swung and hacked, even though his muscles screamed in protest. Eventually he would reach exhaustion, then, maybe, he could sleep without seeing only the sad face of Sanria before him.
Blurring the Lines
A diary entry left open upon a small white table:
I had promised myself I would stay out of things, but I suppose the truth is I could not. I cannot. Were it but that simple, I should have followed my own advice and remained apart, but, alas - I feel acutely what she feels since I have returned to my elven form, and I could feel where she was heading once more.
One would assume vows and pregnancy would be enough to keep a woman still. I never did anticipate what I was to be given when I linked myself to Sanria, and she is no ordinary fool. I did what I had to do. I seduced Colin again and then lied about being with child. Only Gilean knows of this deception, and even he seemed unsettled by the news. He does not wish to bear such a secret.
After what I had done, I could tell Gilean seemed morose. He felt lying to hold Sanria to her obligations was too much, but when reminded of their family, he seemed to protest much less. I do not know when I will reveal my lie. Perhaps once things are finally established with Gilean and Sanria. I have only a few months before the ruse will visibly be up. Colin will likely be close to killing me.
The trouble for this eve has been feeling Sanria in proximity to Colin. For all this, they still managed to say goodbye to one another in their typical way. I do feel a gnawing pain, splitting apart a pair so right for one another. But if she will not settle herself and be responsible for the family she now bears, seeing the way her daughter has turned against her and her son was so torn, then I will have to help her. I know she will feel love eventually.
I stand outside myself watching this situation unfurl. I seduced Colin with no semblance of feeling for him. It is a cruelty what I have done. I am fully aware. I only hope that it is enough and I will not have to act the part any farther than what I have already. It is a place even I fear to tread, for it would damage Colin to a point of disrepair. Bah. Even I could not be so callous.
I had promised myself I would stay out of things, but I suppose the truth is I could not. I cannot. Were it but that simple, I should have followed my own advice and remained apart, but, alas - I feel acutely what she feels since I have returned to my elven form, and I could feel where she was heading once more.
One would assume vows and pregnancy would be enough to keep a woman still. I never did anticipate what I was to be given when I linked myself to Sanria, and she is no ordinary fool. I did what I had to do. I seduced Colin again and then lied about being with child. Only Gilean knows of this deception, and even he seemed unsettled by the news. He does not wish to bear such a secret.
After what I had done, I could tell Gilean seemed morose. He felt lying to hold Sanria to her obligations was too much, but when reminded of their family, he seemed to protest much less. I do not know when I will reveal my lie. Perhaps once things are finally established with Gilean and Sanria. I have only a few months before the ruse will visibly be up. Colin will likely be close to killing me.
The trouble for this eve has been feeling Sanria in proximity to Colin. For all this, they still managed to say goodbye to one another in their typical way. I do feel a gnawing pain, splitting apart a pair so right for one another. But if she will not settle herself and be responsible for the family she now bears, seeing the way her daughter has turned against her and her son was so torn, then I will have to help her. I know she will feel love eventually.
I stand outside myself watching this situation unfurl. I seduced Colin with no semblance of feeling for him. It is a cruelty what I have done. I am fully aware. I only hope that it is enough and I will not have to act the part any farther than what I have already. It is a place even I fear to tread, for it would damage Colin to a point of disrepair. Bah. Even I could not be so callous.
Constricting Constriction
Sanria stared at the spot on her desk - the same spot she'd been staring at for at least half an hour - the smoothed knot of wood that looked like a gnome face. It stared right back at her, as though it could see her thoughts and knew everything she'd been thinking and doing. It made Sanria resentful to know that even a desk knew her thoughts.
"Sanria?" Enmach's voice came from the doorway, along with a soft knock that was her hallmark.
"Come in, Enmach," Sanria said, pulling her eyes from the gnome-knot to look at the silvery woman.
Enmach closed the door and crossed the room, settling into the chair opposite Sanria. "How are things?" Enmach asked.
"I - don't know what you mean," Sanria said, sitting up straighter, as if doing so would make her at least look as though she were getting important things accomplished.
"Mmm. I mean with you and Gilean and Colin. Is that issue resolved?"
Sanria stared at Enmach, the lie sitting on her tongue, and reconsidered. Enmach would know. If any were adept at reading body language and cues, Enmach would lead them all. "No, I'm afraid not."
"What has been happening?"
"I've told Gilean how I feel about Colin and somehow he still doesn't hear what that means. I've told Colin to leave me alone and he still insists on pushing me and being with me in ways he shouldn't..."
"You're cheating on Gilean with your ex-husband?"
"I... yes, but I don't like how that sounds, I don't exactly go with the intention of sleeping with him."
"But you do."
Sanria sat back in her chair, her face flushing crimson. "Yes."
"And you don't use your magic to prevent him from-"
"Damn it, Enmach. I love the man and the last time I ever used magic like that on him was when... he followed me to Baldur's Gate... and the look on his face..."
"So you can't bring yourself to use magic to stop him, haven't you thought to call for Gilean?"
"And have him appear to see Colin and I? No..."
"Then, what is it you want, Sanria?"
Sanria let out a long sigh and pitched forward, putting her elbows on her desk, her hands in her hair, her shoulders slumping. "I just want to do the right thing. The right thing is staying put, keeping this family to- gether."
"Mmm."
"Mmm, what, Enmach? I hate it when you do that," Sanria pouted.
"It seems you're going to have to be clearer in your intentions, Sanria."
"But I don't want him with anyone else..."
"Then it would appear you have a conflict of interest between doing what is right and doing what your heart wants."
"Yeah..." Sanria's voice dropped to a whisper. "What else is new?"
"Sanria?" Enmach's voice came from the doorway, along with a soft knock that was her hallmark.
"Come in, Enmach," Sanria said, pulling her eyes from the gnome-knot to look at the silvery woman.
Enmach closed the door and crossed the room, settling into the chair opposite Sanria. "How are things?" Enmach asked.
"I - don't know what you mean," Sanria said, sitting up straighter, as if doing so would make her at least look as though she were getting important things accomplished.
"Mmm. I mean with you and Gilean and Colin. Is that issue resolved?"
Sanria stared at Enmach, the lie sitting on her tongue, and reconsidered. Enmach would know. If any were adept at reading body language and cues, Enmach would lead them all. "No, I'm afraid not."
"What has been happening?"
"I've told Gilean how I feel about Colin and somehow he still doesn't hear what that means. I've told Colin to leave me alone and he still insists on pushing me and being with me in ways he shouldn't..."
"You're cheating on Gilean with your ex-husband?"
"I... yes, but I don't like how that sounds, I don't exactly go with the intention of sleeping with him."
"But you do."
Sanria sat back in her chair, her face flushing crimson. "Yes."
"And you don't use your magic to prevent him from-"
"Damn it, Enmach. I love the man and the last time I ever used magic like that on him was when... he followed me to Baldur's Gate... and the look on his face..."
"So you can't bring yourself to use magic to stop him, haven't you thought to call for Gilean?"
"And have him appear to see Colin and I? No..."
"Then, what is it you want, Sanria?"
Sanria let out a long sigh and pitched forward, putting her elbows on her desk, her hands in her hair, her shoulders slumping. "I just want to do the right thing. The right thing is staying put, keeping this family to- gether."
"Mmm."
"Mmm, what, Enmach? I hate it when you do that," Sanria pouted.
"It seems you're going to have to be clearer in your intentions, Sanria."
"But I don't want him with anyone else..."
"Then it would appear you have a conflict of interest between doing what is right and doing what your heart wants."
"Yeah..." Sanria's voice dropped to a whisper. "What else is new?"
The Return
Arkain smiled slightly as he topped a large hill overlooking Westbridge. It was a welcomed sight after traveling as far as he did. He had been gone for nearly a year, searching for his elder brother, whom he hadn't seen since they were children, and he l
He trotted down a narrow path leading into the city. He was weary, and in desperate need of food and somewhere to stay for the night. It was late afternoon and hot, even with the sun blocked out by thick cumulus clouds that hung sporadically throughout t
"Ark!" A familiar voice echoed as the slender figure rapidly approached. The spell dropped from Arkain lips, and they parted with a crooked smile.
"Dimitri, my friend." He said with a sigh of relief. "You have no idea how glad I am to see you!"
The friends shook hands and quickly embraced. It had been too long since the two friends saw each other, and the reunion was relieving.
"We didn't think you were coming back." Dimitri inquired. "There have been some changes within the guild that you should be aware of."
"New leadership, I presume?" It was a rhetorical question. "I hope you received the letter that I sent while I was away."
"Indeed we have, and we are honoring your resignation. Relic has been chosen as leader, as well as Vandalandius and myself."
Arkain knew that The Hoard leadership had changed since he left. His prolonged absence required it, and it was bitter sweet, but he was ready to pass it on. He was tired.
"You!" Arkain laughed hard. "You have been picked? Oh my dear friend, I couldn't have asked for better people." He nudged Dimitri and they both smiled and laughed as they slowly walked down the trail toward Westbridge
He trotted down a narrow path leading into the city. He was weary, and in desperate need of food and somewhere to stay for the night. It was late afternoon and hot, even with the sun blocked out by thick cumulus clouds that hung sporadically throughout t
"Ark!" A familiar voice echoed as the slender figure rapidly approached. The spell dropped from Arkain lips, and they parted with a crooked smile.
"Dimitri, my friend." He said with a sigh of relief. "You have no idea how glad I am to see you!"
The friends shook hands and quickly embraced. It had been too long since the two friends saw each other, and the reunion was relieving.
"We didn't think you were coming back." Dimitri inquired. "There have been some changes within the guild that you should be aware of."
"New leadership, I presume?" It was a rhetorical question. "I hope you received the letter that I sent while I was away."
"Indeed we have, and we are honoring your resignation. Relic has been chosen as leader, as well as Vandalandius and myself."
Arkain knew that The Hoard leadership had changed since he left. His prolonged absence required it, and it was bitter sweet, but he was ready to pass it on. He was tired.
"You!" Arkain laughed hard. "You have been picked? Oh my dear friend, I couldn't have asked for better people." He nudged Dimitri and they both smiled and laughed as they slowly walked down the trail toward Westbridge
Current Character Description - Samoth Amarth
Clad in simple form fitting black leathers that show off his toned physique, while still leaving much to the imagination, Samoth cuts an impressive figure. Sharp angular features and a dark ebony skin tell of his Drow heritage, though he is slightly bigger in bulk and height. No visible weapons are present, but looks can be decieving. A plain crystal amulet adorns his neck, seemingly alive the way the cloudiness inside writhes and pulses, giving off an eerie glow. A Skull in a Sunburst is branded into his forehead, slowly scarring with time...an unforgettable reminder to his past life. He wears a new symbol around his neck, one of the goddess Sune, and a platinum band on his left ring finger bearing the eternal love of his Eleni.
Current Character Description - Ryel Webshadow
A dark skinned man with a bright smile. Shimmering silver hair falls to the bottom of his pointy ears. His crimson eyes sparkle brightly with helpfulness and a bit of mischief. He wears black leggings and a lightweight black shirt. He wears no armor for he feels he doesnt need it anymore. His sword has a dragonhead as the hilt of his sword the face of the dragon looking behind him. The eyes of the dragon follow around those who walk behind him. His shield depicts an attacking Bronze Dragon on its hind legs with its wings stretched out. The Dragon is shooting its breath weapon one minute and simply standing
there the next. He is no longer an outcast, having found a home and family with the Crimson Guardians. He walks the world helping people.
there the next. He is no longer an outcast, having found a home and family with the Crimson Guardians. He walks the world helping people.
Current Character Description - Zaneritos
A beautiful man steps out of the mists. The lovely odor of Flowers fills the room. He is tall. Long, almost yellow hair falls just over his shoulders. A red hairband keeps his hair out of his sparkling blue eyes. He utters some blessing words, lifting the first so tense atmosphere. Although there seems to be nothing special about him, he does seem to bring happiness every place he goes. You hear a comforting whispering voice saying "I will be there if you need help", as the man disappears again trough the mists he came.
Current Character Description - Moonlite
Moonlite, The Moon Princess, has long black hair that cascades down her back and reaches to her waist. She has bright green eyes that are filled with confidence and love. Upon her head is a beautiful tiara and there seems to be an angelic aura surrounding her body. Floating beside her is a glowing moon. She is wearing a long, flowing white dress with short sleeves.Her goal is simple and pure: to rid the realms, once and for all, of all evil and chaos. In doing so, the goodness and light of the realms can shine through its people and justice will have been served. Her love for her family and friends is strong and fierce. Her passion to protect is unwavering and tenacious. She smiles happily and then looks up to the sky, lost in her thoughts.
Current Character Descriptions - Basalt Fireforge
Basalt Fireforge is a tall, lean man in his early twenties with a warrior's muscular build. He wears his light blonde hair long, pulled back into a tail at the nape of his neck. His eyes are deep violet blue. He prefers to keep his face clean-shaven. Over his armor he wears a short sleeve white tunic bearing his family crest, a sable griffon rampant.
Current Character Descriptions - Burnx Perditio
Before you steps a large man misteriously out of the Mists. | A Long black coat totally surrounds him. | Blood is flowing over his palewhite face. | Black Flames seem to crawl trough his hair. | You shiver as you look at him. | Then he walks towards YOU! | His Glowing Green eyes stare at you... | It seems he is reading your mind like an open book! | A strange aura surrounds him that gives you the idea you're DYING . | You feel a Horrible feeling flow trough your body, | as this Wizard slowly fades from existance again...
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