All the Pretty Poly's in a Row (2/2)

"Sanria, I don't think this is a joking matter," Gilean said.

For the first time in a while, both men looked to be in agreement.  It motivated Sanria even more to keep up the ruse.  The deflation of tension was a blessed relief.  "There is no other way out of this without one of you harming the other more than has already been done with your words and actions. So, you want to force my hand, you've done it. This is what we  will do.  I've tried it the way both of you have begged me to, and it's not working."
"You are serious?" Gilean asked in a halting voice.
"This... will work.  You two will have to become friends once more and learn to trust one another again."  She walked to the  fountain in the foyer and  sat on its edge.  "Please, by all means, if you know of another way that the two  of you can live with and not slay one another, offer it up.  Either that, or someone backs down and lets go of  their own will, not by force."

Honestly, Sanria  sat with  all  intention of this  being the breaking point. This would be what solved the problem because one of them would certainly back down and let go.  The men seemed perplexed, questioning her, trying to push her from the absolute center in which she'd placed herself.  She  wasn't about  to budge.  She'd  tried  choosing, no one listened. Now, the choice was theirs. And if they didn't choose, she'd leave them both.

Then, Gilean spoke.  "I'll accept this... proposition of us all living together."  Sanria barely caught her mouth from falling open. That was not the answer she'd anticipated.  Not at all.  Then Colin's quiet: "I  can't lose you... if this is what it takes..."

"Are you - listen to the two of you! Neither will back down and you're  willing to... to  agree to..."  She couldn't even bring herself to say the  words.  She'd never been a Sunite, but this was  everything she'd heard stories of from  Kaliadra and seen in the temple of  Sune by the Holy Grove. 
"I can't lose you, Sanria," Colin said.
"I won't let him tear our family apart," Gilean said.

She tried  backing out of  what she'd proposed, after all, Sanria reasoned, this  wasn't what she'd truly meant for them to choose.  No man in his right mind would choose such a thing. But when she saw just how serious  each was, just how hurt they were by the thought  of being alone, Sanria  closed her eyes and shook her head.  How Kaliadra's goddess had  crept into her life, Sanria  didn't know.  But polyamory sat there, grinning at  Sanria with a wink.  The  bottom line was... she'd never actually officially left EITHER of them.  A minor oversight that now left  her realizing that the druids never bothered to ask when she married Gilean.  This... was going to be a whole new experience for...Mrs. Stone-Eosos. Sanria shook her head and sighed. What the hell, Why not?

Character biography - Sune Firehair

Sune Firehair is the goddess of beauty,love, and passion. She is said to be the fairest of the gods, and when she represented, she is shown as the most beautful woman in the Realms, with sweeping, radiant red hair and incredible charms. Her symbol is her face that of the flame haired maiden.

Sune is of chaotic and good alignment, and dwells in the plance of Arvandor,  home of the Elven Pantheon. She is said to share the waters of her sacread pool, the evergold, with the elven goddess Hanali Celanil, and a friendly rivalry exists between the two over the innate superioruty of elven versus him beauty.

ghost from the present

With The ghost from his past still in him mind Psycho contemplated the ghost of actions current. The drinks had flowed through Psycho the night through giving him time. Time to reflect upon the Ahdonis the ghost of the actions present, the black sheep. There had been a pass of time since the loss of a member.  Ahdonis had an altercation with Mask, and a running history of problems with some of the other key members. Although it pained him to lose an active and able body that was willing to fight and die for the cause, group moral was of key importance.

The Courage of One can Change the Destiny of Many. These words that held the Order together and reminded him that it was not only his pleasure to groom his flock, but it was his duty. It was his responsibility to assure that not only where his members growing in their ability but that they were becoming reputable Knights in their own Light. He had fought for Ahdonis at the time of Ahdonis's dismissal from the Order, and had continued to support the lost soul. The world is a cold an lonely place. Would Psycho's past impact the current situation, or was Ahdonis too much of a disruptive force. The weaves of fate had sung its song in Psychos ears and with or without Ahdonis a great new day was quickly approaching.

The initial and secondary responses had come and not been well recieved but Ahdonis was persistent in his effort.

Please let me return Brother, I will show you how I have grown.  I will not cause any more trouble and am sorry for my behavior.  I am trying very hard, but things are difficult on my own without the Order.

These words echoed through Psycho, how many times he sought in his immortal life precisely the same  thing, acceptance. He had felt the same kind of love for Sune since his conception. The pain of separation and the sting of life was something Psycho could hear in Ahdonis's words. Depending on the Order's decision, which would come from the laws set forth in the Code of Ethics, Ahdonis' may be sent into the wild, or may return under harsh restrictions. Psycho knew that he had lived under entirely different circumstances and in the end his resilience and suffering had made him a better person.

Return of the Painmaker

I've been free of mankind for so long, save one pain that I am  tethered to for the remainder of my days.  I saved her Sanria, and now I feel  what she feels and thank Lady Sune, wherever she may be, that I cannot see what she thinks. Now I follow her scent, leading her back through the trees to a man she loved, then didn't love, the loved, then didn't love then loved, then didn't love.  Such switching of partners I haven't seen since the last I stepped as an elf out of Lady Sune's temple.

The Haon'Dor is rife with the scent of rabbit and squirrel Something I'll have  to remember  for a quick meal once all  this is done.  Regardless... fix Colin. He is a foolish one as well. Loving someone as fickle as Sanria.  Fickle - like Lithanus was.  Never  settling down, always drifting hearts without  a  home.  Never committing  for long.  I never was very good at spreading love  to others.  Too worried.  Love stings like briar scratches and bites like fleas and you are never free of the memories.

I can't say I remember  this waterfall ever being here.  It must look foolish  seeing a woman and a wolf floating up to the sky... an island... this  castle.  Sanria resides here? These people... no... not people... what are they? They all seem  surprised by me, like  they know what I am without my telling them, and it puzzles them.  

I smell him already and that scent of his son.  It's been a long time since I've seen the boy. He must reside here, too. The silence in these rooms is incredible. It must be magic, or some sort of contrivance that enables it to be so peaceful. Though... Colin  does not look  at peace.  Colin is afraid.  'No fear.  I will  help.'  I must get accustomed to  speaking with these people again... I sound like a child.

An Announcement, Of Sorts

With a grunt, Kineada wrenched his katana free of the corpse it had just laid to rest. Wrinkling his nose, he looked about for something to wipe the bloody remains of the foul creature just slain from the blade.

Powerful magicks had been consumed in order to accomplish killing the beast Tchazzar and her guardians, not to mention the foul Tielmon before that, but by his estimation it was an expenditure of energies well worth it. Besides, if...no...WHEN the Gods returned, he was fairly certain he could sweet-talk Sune into replacing some of the trinkets whose magic he had used up in order to defeat these creatures on his own. It was also the last time he intended to use magic as a crutch...it was time to re-develop his swordsman skills, hence, his desire to form the Order of the Sword within the larger scope of the Keepers of Balance.

After casting a dweomer on the giant corpses to preserve them, Kineada started rummaging through his bag for the various spell components he would need to teleport them all to his destination.

"We need to announce our presence," Sanria had said to him, or some wording to that affect. Of course, with all the work she and Vorcet were doing to prepare the Keeper's Hall, it fell upon Kineada to figure out some sort of suitable 'announcement' for the denizens of the Realms that the Keepers of Balance were now accepting into their fold beings of a like mind.

"Well, if this doesn't get their attention," Kineada muttered to himself, "I have no idea what will..."

Market Square was soon to have a few more inhabitants, albiet lifeless ones, courtesy of the Keepers of Balance.

White Wolf Mistakes

The damnable priest again. I knew I shouldn't have done it, but I needed to show him that I would be fine, that living as a wolf would do nothing to impede my quality of life - he just lost himself. I admit, outside of my own kind, I've never met another who was transformed as a white wolf. He had golden eyes that glowed - I knew right away that he was different. One of those that we had left behind in the far reaches of the outer planes.

The way he took off, though - running from himself and his own knowledge. I am ashamed to let on that I enjoyed chasing behind him at breakneck speeds, but when he caught his leg in that trap, I felt all the crushing guilt. It was my fault. It *is* my fault.

I feel that to stay where I can be found is foolish, for he will certainly return to seek out my council. That is, after all, what he came for. To air his aching heart over some girl. He sounded like a child, but for all that I resent when it comes to Lady Sune, I long for that feeling. To be blindly in love, heedless to everything around you, with eyes for the one that makes your heart sing...

Ah, trifles. Mere trifles.

Time of Ages

Journal Entry 507 With the passing of my wife, and the coming and going or people around me. I've lost my sense of time again while in stupor. Twenty years have now past since I've walked among the living. Long has it been since I've seen the rising and setting of the sun. The fresh air on my face, the gentle breeze, the city of Westbridge below the beautiful visage from my castle in the clouds. Hidden up above Westbridge I feel safe as I watch the day to day goings on of the citizens below. The hunger for blood a faint tickle in the back of my head. The emptiness and loneliness of my soul more tearing at my sanity. The loss of my wife and friends there after has left me barren inside. The only reason I exist now is to guard my great treasure hoard and fend of the attacks of minor liches try to upsurp my power. The power of my ancient blood attracks them like moths to the flame. My adopted children off in another world with their uncle, I contemplate going back ito stupor until they return. The calmness around almost frightning, no clan squabbling, hardly any murders or rival clan killings. The cleanliness and sereness of the city, the almost dead quietness of Market Square make the hairs on the back of my neck rise. Something is amiss, rising from my bench I cast an invisibility spell on myself taught to me by my old friend Kineada. Pulling the sacred Tchazzar sword from its hiding place that maoi gave me i strap it on my back and prepare for the flight down to the city. Casting a fly spell I descending quietly down to market square without the cityguards noticing. Quietly I walk down many familiar rodes looking at the changes that have overcome the city. The entrance to the Hall of Sune's temple before me, shivers run down my back. Many memories flash in my head, a sadness over comes me causing a tear of my precious blood to form a small tear. Many friends lie within the hall I can feel their presence. A great urge to rush in almost overwhelms me. Using all my will I turn away. Casting a dimesion spell I form a portal to Healing Wound Inn. I step through the portal the smell of blood rekindles the urge to feed. Quickly running down many alleys i make it to the guildhall of Vampires. I preform the secret rituals quickly and procure a bottle of blood to quench my thirst. With a great sigh I realize my earlier thoughts we correct. I must sleep again... this existence bores me until the children return I have no reason to be awake. Casting another dimesions spell I return to my sacred castle in the clouds. Opening my casket, a great sadnes washes over me as i bid this existence ado until I wake again. Slowly i climb in and close the casket enter the sweet stupor and loosing almost all awareness. A peacefull smile comes to my lips, I close my eyes and sleep.

Seline's journal pg 12

Monday, 1st day of Ches Well journal here we are again... Learned a few things since last we spent time together.. Created a new mage spell.. Variation of the priest's Mystra's Insistance Now I can do something if needed about Wynd or Jhinta. If I have help.. Altho the cost is tremendous on the caster.. Literally takes almost all of one's essence to use it. And seriously changes one in ablities. *ooc forces reroll* I used one in the process of creating it.. And now The weave is even stronger in me.. Just the knowledge of how to use it.. Is ... Gone like a cast spell. Then as I am wandering thru Market square, looking for new components. I see a notice from one called Mirage she desires to destroy a magic item Well... I Know that that is forbidden by Mystra.. so I had to do something. I can't believe she just Transported something that dangerous to someone she didn't even know!! Obviously, she was the wrong person to guard it. Then when I found that without it she would die without it, simpleminded as she is, she didn't deserve that so, remembering that the Clone spell is basically a different version of what happened to her, I had to do fast research into the Clone spell and Gem of Spirit holding spells to trasfer her spirit from the key into a gem. Mystra smiled on my efforts and everything worked out well. I got the gem to her just as she was about to pass over to Sune's kingdom...and as she died, the gem activated She appears to have made it thru alright.. The key is safely stored and will remain so till I speak with Simbul. Till later, Journal..