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 Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 7:52 pm
Eliot stopped screaming when she saw Roarle open the door. She had to take a big gulp of breath.
"Roarke! Are you okay? I came to see if we could... well I'm not sure I couldn't sleep anymroe and I was lookign for some company and thought you might be up. And then I saw this woman and the hall way started getting colder and colder, I thought I was goign to freeze to death! And so I thought someone was attacking you!... So I screamed."
She took a breath, she always started talking fast when something happened like that and she need to explain things.
'I'm glad you'r okay, I was frightened."
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 11:35 pm
Onyx grinned lightly at Morelle, and walked over, picking up the raven totem and settling down on the bed, patting the little rodent.
"good to see you to. now how do I use this to talk to mom. I think moon really needs her help. he's been hiding something, adn she can help him better than anyone here I think. or at least give advice on how to handle it."
Malik wasn't the least bit phased at her stripping naked in front of him, and nodded lightly.
"Speed. by that, do you mean your relfexive speed, or your running speed? I think I might want you in somethign other than indoor silks. if your abilitie is reflexive, than prehaps a more martial bent coudl be used."
A glance at Kieran and the feathers. it wasn't like piper not to hoard those...then a glance at Blue.
"In some cases. it's the fervor of thier convictions that gives them great power. but this guy...his mind may be twisted, but he has far more than enough temporal power to back his plans with. And..if he was planning to use these as a trap..he would deal with more than just me. he'd want them spread out as much as possible."
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 7:35 am
He leaned in to the aptting, very happy at this moment that the Vah had gotten over the tail tugging phase. Morelle tilted his head to one side. Talk to Rand? Oh that was easy! He chittered. Just use your blood. The totem will do the rest.
Morelle barked. Want me to bite your finger?
She bowed. "Both, Sire. Speed is my weapon." She straightened as if her waist were on a hinge. "I will work with whatever you deem appropriate, Sire." Perhaps the most she had ever said outside of a question. One of her failures.
"Then it is possible that these soulles are now spread all over Labyrinth. The man with the glasses did say that they were being mass produced.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 11:04 am
Stretching his sore muscles, Tarathiel paced about the little keep that housed the Oracle. The marvel of a construction was fairly nice, well built into the stone... Wait, that was the commone mistake. The stone was built onto the keep.
The ground was relatively hard, the veggitation rather sparse, or dense depending on where you are from. The sound of the winds bouncing around the maze sounded of ghosts, which was fairly pleasing. The weak hearted would turn back from here at the mention of ghosts... Tarathiel began to plot some neat little tricks to help keep the number of visitors down, but then decided that he would be interfering too much in the Oracle's work. She may not like to never see another peasent...
Then again, that would mean the Oracle would be all alone... In a house controlled by Tarathiel. The drow smiled wickedly.
These thoughts, and some others, quickly disintigrated when the sound of footfalls echoed very near. The measured steps held an aura of power... A sharpe tingling began to stir in Tarathiel's spin. The drow smiled, and moved towards the entrance to the courtyard, where he knew he would meet someone devilish.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 11:16 am
Onyx shook his head. he didn't understand Morelle. heck his mistress didn't always understand him. he looked at the raven item, and down at morelle, and reached his hand ouf for the little bugger. of course, that might be interpreted as a yes please bite me, not a get up here and help me work this thing.
Malik nodded.
"I doubt it. mass producing is probably for the souls. sell some, destory the rest, just keep getting souls. but you may be right. We may need to send a notice to the newest ruler of deepwater and see if he has this kind of slave as well in his kingdom."
Back to Iris.
"If that's the case, go down to teh arena area. I want you in tight leather, for protection and ease of movement. and armed with a set of katars. once that is done, come back to me for your assignment."
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 11:21 am
Meilikki grumbled to herself under her breath. Lack of sleep had made her somewhat surly, and most were avoiding her of late. She tried not to be a problem, but it had been so long since she lived with other people besides her dragon, she had forgotten how quick it could be to get on someone's nerves. At the moment, her argument with Aella had most of the keep avoiding the common room all together.
"I told you not to fall asleep in front of the fire. Now look what you've done!"
"Look? You can't even see it, woman! Who are you to care if my hair's a little shorter?"
"Because it's dangerous. You could have lost your whole head. I am very disappionted with you, Aella."
Whirlwind snorted, crossing her arms. "What the hell are you? My mother?"
She held up a finger, ready to argue, but had nothing. No, she wasn't the girls mother. She threw her arms up. "Sometimes I feel like your mother! You act like you have no common sense!" The two glared at each other, before both huffed. Aella stomped off to the bedroom, slamming the door behind her, Meilikki sat heavly into a chair, folding her arms.
Jaun peered down the chimmeny, smoke getting into his eyes as he tried to see around it. "Do you tihnk we can get in and out this way?"
"Maybe if we stop the fires downstairs."
"We could make a second chimmeny, and not have to deal with the smoke."
"We already have the floor exits, do you really think we need to be able to get out on the roof?"
Jaun pulled his head from the stack, his face and hair covered in black soot. He sat and put a chin uin his hand. "With mister meany the way he is? yeah. We need an escape to the roof."
"But what's the chances of him chasing us through to the kitchen?"
"What's the chance of us going to the kitchesn...for food?"
Jell thought a moemnt. "I don't care if there is a fire in the chimmeny. I'll chance it."
Jaun patted the hair on his head. "I suppose baldness isn't too bad of a price for fun." The two of them pulled out a sheet of paper, further discussing the ways in and out of the mighty Fortress.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 11:33 am
Iris bowed again. "Yes, Sire." Without waiting for anything esle, and still carrying her other clothing, which she woudl continue to carry until asked to do otherwise, she went down to the arena area. There, she sought out whoever it was that could give her tight leather armor. After some searching, she found such servents. They didn't argue the validity of her words, but had her suited up and ready to go in tight fitting brwon leathers. Waisting no time, she found a pair of katars, and headed back to her master.
Morelle did indeed interpret this movement as an invitation. Snapping out, his sharp little teeth sank into Onyx's index finger, red blood welling up and spilling over.
A drop spilled over, dropped on the raven item, which immidiatly got very got.
Morelle barked. See?
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 11:43 am
The sound of blades scrapping against each other echoed off the walls of the maze, as two masters of swordsmanship drove at eachother with a fury that seemed relentless, yet both wore very soft expressions.
"Masterful parry, Lord Drow." The swashbuckling Talon complimented the drow warrior he now squared himself against. "If only it did not leave you open on the left flank." The tiefling's blade dashed around the scimitar in front of it, and attempted to strike the exposed flank.
"Merely a ruse, good Demon." The second scimitar appeared out of no where, and parried that strike as well. "Press on, press on." The Captian encouraged.
The other captain was a fellow of similar stature and physical appearance. Though, his eyes were always a soft yellow, and he had two darkened and short horns on his brow. His white hair was cropped shorter, showing that he had some style, and his black skin seemed to fade to a blue, much like a tampered complection. His fingers had the pretense of claws and his canines were slighly elongated. His grandfather was an incubus, but his grand mother and mother were both drow. He only had the pretense of being a demon at this stage of impurity, but he did not mind. Being a tiefling was better than being mortal, but not as great as being a full demon. Then agian, the greatest advantage of being three quarters drow was that he was able to chose his own destiny. "You seem to have compensated for the awkwardness of using two weapons. Indeed, I guess I should use my right hand, a complement to you." In the middle of the short skirmish, the tiefling simply switched hands by allowing one of Tarathiel's attacks to carry the rapier to his other hand.
"My, you seem to have master the use of only one weapon, a strange and light one at that." Tarathiel cut several lines in the air, drawing much away from any opening in his defense. The only actual advantage he held in this fight was the fact he could attack more frequently with his ballet of two swords than Talon could with just the one, mind that Talon seemed to be more capable of almost landing hits. "Your weaponry makes you effective in both attack and defense."
"Indeed." Talon replied.
This battle continued for many minutes, until Warhammer walked outside and discovered the two captains playing. He laughed heartly, which caused Tarathiel some measure of embarassment. The two simply stopped fighting, not trying to see who was better. That would diminish the contest between them, as he who was better certainly would kill more foes, and not necessarily the other. Bad luck had much to do in a fight between champions than any other factor.
"Warhammer, do you remember Talon?" Tarahiel asked his cohort.
"Yes, Captain. I do remember the tiefling Talon. How fars the water in the north?"
"Calm, pleasent, absolutely boring. That is why I insisted in coming here."
"Salmander made you. You were having grand fun at the expense of the Aquatic Alliance."
"Yes, that is true, but working with you is always a blast."
"Except, when the girl you eye eyes me when I walk by." Tarathiel chuckled.
Talon smiled, and thought to himself that Tarathiel would not know what to do with a women, as the tiefling had never seen the drow actually invite anyone to bed. "How's the selection here?"
"Uh... Ask Orko." Tarathiel offered. Never the greatest judge of that type of treasure, Tarathiel dodged answering.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 12:01 pm
Warren counted the sides tot he great stone block. He had walked around the large structure some four or five times, trying to figure out what it's purpose was. As far as he logically tell, it was just a six sidded block with carvings running down it's length. Closer observation of the thing showed markings that suggested a complex and intense pattern, reaching from the base of the structure right up to the top, and possibly over as well. Curious, Warren pulled out a handful of his shugar, blew on the granuals, spreading them out to the air. The granuals sparkled, became little points of light, attached themselves to pieces of the pattern along on of the shorter sides. Warren continued to to this until most of the pattern had been highlighted with glowing sugar. He frowned, slightly disturbed by the grand picture. Bodies, each portrayed in some horrific posture of pain and suffering, grotesquely bloated or impposibly thin, intwined with one another as they each seemed to be shouting or crying out, moaning in their throws of death. Wavey lines near the top of the structure seemed to indicate that the people were drowging, or at least submerged. Warren continued to study the aweful patteren, trying to discern it's meaning.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 12:06 pm
Malik was patient, adn when Iris came back, took the other clothe soff her arm and tossed them aside.
"Can you ride a mount?"
A look at Piper. indeed, they may have just gotten home, but this new information made him want to press on to see the Oracle all the quicker now. Not to mention, he knew who ran the dwarves and the deepwater royals..and htat person woudl probably be with the oracle as well.
Onyx growled lightly, and was about to smack the little fleabitten familiar..until the raven stone heated up.
"What in the..? so the thing uses blood as a powersource? strange. okay, you little furball, how do I talk to mom with it? and what else can it do?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 12:18 pm
She hunger head, showing perhaps a slight bit of disappiontment. Or maybe it was just because she hung her head. "No, Sire. I cannot ride a mount." Keeping her eyes down, she once again spoke before she was spoken to. Something that had gotten her severly beaten when bing examined after her birth in the corn fields. "I will learn quickly, Sire."
Morelle had gotten ready to bite back again, had Onyx struck him. After all, he hadn't done anything wrong had he? No siree. Morelle barked. It's all right he'd do the rest in a minute. But Onyx had set off a non-stop birage if chattering, as Morelle outlined what the little item could do with blood. It could heal, and transport the soul as a physical apparation, it could draw one into the other, it could communicate with it's owner, it was a becon for it's owner...the list went on a littel further, but Morelle in his exitment was tripping over his own chattering. He gave up when Onyx gave him that loook that said he wasn't making much sense. He shrugged his shoudlers, and bit Onyx again. Sorry, needs more blood.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 1:02 pm
Talon parted, leaving Tarathiel and Warhammer to discuss any possible alterations to the current plan. The current plan... A plan seemed to contridict all of Lolth's teachings. That seemed rather hearetical of Tarathiel to use plans.
The drow simply did not care. He was only set back slighly by his failed attempt to flank Elric's ship. If only the had made it to the designated area before they were discovered, then the battle would have been more decisive.
The drow checked his bag of holding, and made sure that he had everthing he wanted and needed with him. He looked at his back and realized that he was somewhat underarmed with only his two currently favored scimitars on him. What would he do if he was forced to go up against the Lich again?
The drow sighed and hoped he would remeber to pick up some more arms later. For now, he was bringing some items to Aella. Things she should not leave laying casually about.
The drow walked into the Stonekeep, and stood in the door way menacingly. "Were be the lass with the finest... Staff?" He asked the room before even looking for anyone.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 1:11 pm
Meilikki, though pleased to hear that Tarathiel had come back, was fuming in her chair, her annoyance only slightly deminished. "The 'lass' is in the bedroom. And she's locked the door." She set her jaw, crossed her legs. "I am not her mother, for the love of god, but you think someone would have more sense then to fall asleep in front of the fire." She waved a hand, and said fire billowed outward, sending sparks up the chimmeny and filling the room with heat once again. Meilikki had finally gotten that little talent back.
Shaking a fist, she got up and trompped to the bedroom door, banged on it with said fist. "I know what you're saying about me in there young lady!"
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 1:29 pm
Tarathiel smiled softly, "I see." He walked across the room and stood beside Meilikki, and pressed his head beside her's over her shoulder. "One cannot control the actions of others beyond allowing them to act as they wish, and to use that action as a means of control. One creates the situations that the other wants and allows them to be themselves, thus furthering your own aims at the same time as controlling another who thinks that they are in control." The drow moved his head back, his long hair brushed against Meilikki's shoulder as he did as such.
"Special, I have some things you left on Salmander. Do you not wish to have them back?" Tarathiel paused.
"Significant, I see that you have aquainted yourself well with this Stonekeep. Is it to your liking? How long have I been away?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 1:47 pm
His hair tickled her cheeck and she chuckled at him, her anger melting somewhat. "Said by a true drow." She sighed. "All right. I'm done. I've been much too moody of late anyhow." She moved away from the door, foudn the kettle and put it over the fire to heat up, she needed some tea. "It is a very convienient little place. Although i am unused to living with people. I had forgotten howeasy it is to get flustered over the little things." She grabbed a canister off the mantle, placed it on the table. "To my liking for the most part," she frowned, "though oddly enough I've had more people asking for love potions then for anything esle." She smiled, most of her irritation gone now. "Been gone a few weeks, long enough to have your kobold very excitedable."
Aella, an angry glint still in her eye, opened the door with unneccesary force, stubbed her toe, but didn't say anything about it. Her hair was down out of its topnot, and she had brushed out all the little burnt parts. It was only slightly shorter then it used to be. "Tarathiel?" A glance to the Oracle, just to see if she'd get yelled at again, but it seemed as if she was off the hook for now. "Things that I left..." hadn't that ship been destroyed? Her eyes were somehwat wide now with surprise.
then she sniffed at the air, saw that Meilikki had oepned that canister. "What kind of tea is that?"
"Raspberry." Meilikki held out a mug to the girl.
Aella smiled, took the mug. Thier littel fight was forgotten. She held it happily, looking back to Tarathiel. "You got them back for me?"
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