OOC2 - Awards on P799! CG Colter, Devaena, Anton and Lurp!

Would you say your character is amazing, fabulous or just plain incredible?

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[Kiddo Seanchain]

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"Lucky for her I've taken a vow of chastity, then," Seist replied, "And it's not a date. It's more... sight-seeing. And two in the morning would be the ideal time for it. Say yes. I know you're intrigued."

The priest's eyes fairly danced with amusement.

[Kiddo Seanchain]

Okay, would it be poor form to post my round two entry here? It's not exactly linear so I'm wondering if I made my answers to the questions too obscure and would like another pair of eyes on it.

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Kiddo Seanchain

| Rivek Ailinar |

"Sight-seeing? At two in the morning? " Rivek raised an eyebrow. "This isn't one of those 'I took a vow of chastity so now I look with my eyes, and not with my hands... or with my d**k' kind of things, is it? I tell you - all I got under these bandages is half-healed, burn victim, tissue."

He laughed and put his hand to his head, "I suppose, in a way, I am intrigued."



((Wonder if I can net me a 'most perverted' award.))

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Kiddo Seanchain

Okay, would it be poor form to post my round two entry here? It's not exactly linear so I'm wondering if I made my answers to the questions too obscure and would like another pair of eyes on it.

No i think it's allowable but judges won't be providing feedback, just other contestants and people
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[Kiddo Seanchain]

WoefulInfinity

"If you must know the specifics, the vow is intended to avoid entanglements of a romantic nature," Seist said primly, "I found those are far messier to manage than friendships and figured I'd best be rid of them when I took my oaths of priesthood. So yes, perhaps it is a 'look and don't touch' sort of bargain. But the point is, there is a line drawn."

Seist pressed the tips of his fingers together and stared at the ceiling, the corners of his lips twitching downwards in a sudden thought.

"A thought occurs to me," he said carefully, "Your girlfriend. Is she a native?" And there was a weight to Seist's words, all levity gone.

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Kiddo Seanchain

| Rivek Ailinar |

"Oh, so serious! Live a little." Rivek poured a shot of dark rum over ice for Seist. "I suppose this will have to be a substitute for promiscuity. On the house. Or rather, on me since I already owe the house some money."

"But no," he sighed, wistfully twirling a towel. "She's not a native to Fort Cerxes. After all, neither am I. She lives where I would have should I not have met my unfortunate, fiery, end."

"Actually," he laughed. "She probably would be very upset if she knew I'd said she was my girlfriend. I should probably use the proper term: her highness."

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omg theyre showing cowboys vs aliens tonight @ the studio....

[Kiddo Seanchain]

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Seist accepted the rum with a wry smile and sipped cautiously at it, then prepared to take a larger drink once he found it to his liking. However, at Rivek's words he choked and had to set the glass down, coughing violently.

"Highness!?" he said, "Are you nobility and not telling me? Or just insane? By the gods, man, I wouldn't dare aim so high; not for marriage, not for love! Even the threat of a b*****d child is enough to get a man killed or worse." He shook his head. "Believe me, my neighbors to the west are home to the priesthood of assassins - they do a fair trade in eliminating low-born trysts when inheritances are involved."

[Kiddo Seanchain]

WoefulInfinity

omg theyre showing cowboys vs aliens tonight @ the studio....

GO SEE IT. It has cowboys and aliens. Don't expect much else. But if it's cheap/free you can't miss out. Cause cowboys. And aliens. Admittedly, my southern upbringing and love for all things sci-fi has made me biased. I had pink cowboy boots as a girl. Pink boots and Mexican sundress.

I'm still trying to work up the nerve to post my entry. Part of me wants to scrap it entirely but I know that's just the inner critic talking.

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Kiddo Seanchain

| Rivek Ailinar |

"Look at you, all impressed by me now! In one land, I am a b*****d child, and another, I am a prince. Nobility in one place is trash in another," he smirked. "I had a title. Took it. Wasn't mine. So, they took it back. Refunds - ha! You can imagine how much trouble that lands you in, yes?"

"It wasn't out of love at first - it was a clear opportunity for clearer survival. The higher you aim, the more people can aim at you. Well, Milady is - she became a very good friend. She's saved my hide as I've saved hers." He dropped the cost of the rum into the register. "I suppose you could conclude I am insane, then. But if you ask me, entering priesthood is pretty crazy, too!"

He waved the bottle. "Refill? I'm not paying for this one, though."



((You're going ot have to let us read that entry, anyway. ;D ))

((Btw, Gosling's. Dark rum. ******** fantastic. First thing I ever drank.))

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Ensia

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Hm, I have no idea where to take Lita...any suggestions?

Well, I know Pahkakino would love to meet her. If he gets the chance he'll be a father to anyone who lets him. ^~^

Works for me~ If you want me to rp with you that is..
Where is he at?

[Ensia]

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Ensia

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Hm, I have no idea where to take Lita...any suggestions?

Well, I know Pahkakino would love to meet her. If he gets the chance he'll be a father to anyone who lets him. ^~^

Works for me~ If you want me to rp with you that is..
Where is he at?

Of course I'd like to rp with you. ^~^

He can be anywhere at the moment. ^~^ I can write a little excerpt putting him someplace around the fortress, and Lita can coincidentally pass by, or you can write a bit with Lita, and Pahkakino comes over to meet her. Is Lita already established somewhere? I've been keeping up with the rp pretty well, but I may have missed your post if you already made one for Lita.

What do you think?

[Kiddo Seanchain]

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Seist absorbed all that Rivek was saying, seemingly unperturbed by the subtle jab at his own title. He shook his head at the offered refill. He'd need a clear head if he wanted to perform much magic tonight. Rivek did not fit the pattern of what someone with such a lineage acted like, but then again, he was a self-proclaimed b*****d. All the bastards he'd met had been a little... off. Came from inhabiting such a wasteland of position, he supposed. Not quite noble, not quite common.

"Sounds like you went further into the great game than I ever dared," Seist commented, "I swore my fealty and left it that. Most involved I ever got with the Crown was occasionally advising on the situation along the border with our neighboring nation."

He paused, unable to share in Rivek's humor.

"Sounds like you paid for it too. But perhaps I am crazier than you," he said thoughtfully, tapping one finger against the line of his scars, "Entering the priesthood is easy, after all. Dues and Frain doesn't demand much. Now, being a priest capable of tapping the divine magic - that is a sacrifice."

He grinned and gestured, his empty glass floating across the room to alight on the counter before Rivek.

"But look what all that got us. Here we are!" He spread his arms to indicate the city around them and laughed without humor. "You aimed for a crown, I aimed for a crusade; and we both wound up dead. On second thought, I will take that refill. It won't impair my magic by tonight."

[Kiddo Seanchain]

WoefulInfinity

((You're going ot have to let us read that entry, anyway. ;D ))

True. Let me know if you see the questions answered in this. As I said, I didn't answer them in linear fashion and I'm afraid I made them too obscure. I figured he'd get to the answers in a roundabout fashion, asking about details of his life that would in turn reveal what they wanted to know. Whoever 'they' are. Personally, I've got this mental image of a dragon doing a happy dance at there being an outsider that is scared witless of their species and therefore be exceedingly easy to control. But the dragons seem like decent fellows. Maybe not.

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They had slipped into his room at the inn while he slept and now he awoke in darkness, blinded and at a loss for where they had taken him. He could feel the hand in his hair, holding his head back, and feel the tip of a knife slipped through his thin shirt and pressing into his ribs. Already hot blood was clouding the air with its heady scent. Seist did not dare move nor draw his magic to himself – not like this. Besides, there were always so many options to try before resorting to violence. Their questions alone could tell him much – there had to be some purpose to seek him out and bring him here, some reason they were so interested in what sort of person he was. He only had to survive long enough to put it together.

“I am Seist Loringar,” the priest said calmly in response to the man's question, “Margrave of Kas Kain and priest of Dues and Frain, the god of magic and goddess of wisdom. I am a noble-born mage.”

The questions had an element of power behind them, touching at the corners of Seist's mind so that he understood their intent instead of only the words, as well as pulling to elicit the best responses from him. The priest shied from it, retreating in his own mental defenses, but his position had always protected him from such spells and his training was poor. There was a numbness to his limbs and Seist wondered at the knife held against his skin and what it had been coated with.

“No, I do not fear death itself,” he murmured, “I've resigned myself to that long ago. I fear dying like a commoner, my title and dignity stripped away with no one willing to stand and say that my actions were just. I fear that the things I did were evil. I fear dragons, I fear my will being bound by one... it is not such a terrible fate, but I treasure my freedom and the sanctity of my mind...”

He trailed off. The questioner seemed amused by this, for it was exactly what his magic was doing to the priest.

“My father found a tutor when he realized I was a mage. I studied under him until I was thirteen.”

Seist seemed reluctant to answer further. The knife twisted and Seist let out an involuntary cry of pain but bit back his answers. The question was put to him again and again, each time with more incentive, until finally the priest coughed out an answer. He had a cushioned life. Pain was not something he was intimate with. Something within him broke and he begged for leeway, for space to breath, and in that space he reluctantly answered, the words coming in trembling bursts.

“I killed him. I saw him coercing truth from a woman – some trifling affair – but he looked into her mind as casually as reading a book... much as you are doing to me.” His voice was bitter in its weakness. “Such things are permitted. It is a common practice. The goddess has demanded otherwise, and so I killed him. I cracked his skull open, hitting him from behind. I... should not have. It would have only taken my word as a noble to command him to refrain from doing such a thing again. He didn't have to die. And no one thought to question me. My father's influence buried my first murder.”

There was more to it. That incident had formed his vows in turn, an oath to the twins that he would uphold what they taught and what they asked of mages but that in doing so, violence would be reserved for when words did not work and only against those that had violated the sacred tenets. Should the law decide to execute him, he would not even resist. This was unspoken but the spell woven over him plucked it free and Seist made no move to resist, passive on his knees with his hands bound behind him in the darkness.

Another question. “I died while trying to find the prophetess in the Borderlands. There is a woman, Baroness Yvette, that controls the northern territory and rumors that she is seeking a magic forbidden to mortals and proscribed by our goddess. I was told to seek the prophetess and find what she knows of this, and then find a way to stop Yvette. It is my duty as a priest. It was a task given to me by the Rune-Weaver – a dragon of incredible talent with magic. That which is forbidden to humankind must remain buried – I must get back to my own land! She could restart the war between dragons and humans-”

He fell silent abruptly. The questioner didn't care about his convictions. A sacred oath, a soul clinging to nobility even while staining itself in blood and trying desperately to reconcile the two. That was far more important than what had been left undone with his death. The questioner was deeply interested in what kind of man Seist was and that troubled the priest for he did not understand why.

“I do not find glory in what I do,” Seist replied stiffly, “Does anyone find triumph in slaughtering the sick livestock? I pray I never think upon my actions with any amount of pride or anything other than regret or necessity.”

The last question was one that Seist balked at once more, both because he was reluctant to answer and it was a question he did not dare to put to himself, even willingly. Seist spent so much time examining the world around him and hunting for secrets that people would keep from him and he never stopped to turn those eyes on himself. He sought out those that did not heed the goddess's laws. He forced them to stop – and if they did not listen to words, he used the sword, the knife, the poison. Whatever accomplished his goal and did not implicate him to the authorities. He stopped examining himself the day he scarred his eyes, kneeling at one of the few shrines to Dues and Frain, alone, a thin stiletto in his hand and blood running down his cheeks like tears. The pain had felt so distant then, as if he were simply removed of himself and watching a stranger pledge to the twin deities. The cuts had burned when they healed, sealed in the space of a few minutes and Seist had knelt there with his eyes closed, the divine magic burning in his veins, and he swore he felt the touch of a woman's hand on his cheek. He dared not look. Mortals were not meant to behold the divine.

“I'm a murderer,” Seist said, his voice hollow, “And I am a priest. What more do you need to know? I could tell you if I think myself vain or arrogant or kind or any number of things... but that matters not. I am a priest. I kill in the name of my gods. That is all I am.”

And saying so felt like absolution. He felt oddly tranquil, finally giving voice to a secret he'd carried for so long. Even when one of his captors moved and there was a rush of air and agony burst across the back of his head from the blow, Seist only welcomed the oblivion it brought with a quiet acceptance.

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Ensia

Of course I'd like to rp with you. ^~^

He can be anywhere at the moment. ^~^ I can write a little excerpt putting him someplace around the fortress, and Lita can coincidentally pass by, or you can write a bit with Lita, and Pahkakino comes over to meet her. Is Lita already established somewhere? I've been keeping up with the rp pretty well, but I may have missed your post if you already made one for Lita.

What do you think?

Yay! I'm glad!

Well, from the last time I posted (yesterday) she was wandering around the destroyed inn and looking at the ship.

You can choose, I'm just going with the flow of things.