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 Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 6:39 pm
Aella rubbed at her nose, a little itch starting there now that Onyx had 'clawed' it. "Yeah, but you are obviously none of those. You're anthro. AND you've got wings." Another tounge for you.
She scratched at her head a moment. "Riana was a mute, if the tails hold true. She helped Eca escape when she was captured by an evil qeen. Drem was a healer/soldier, traveled with the two alot. Catawa was a savage, using a powerful spirit guide to help Eca find Ton when his soul was lost. And Lex...um...Lex was the son of a wealthy Queen, ruled over this placed called 'The Island of Stars,' and helped to unight the fractured kingdoms in oder to fight Ton's evil twin brother."
Jaun and Jell hun from the cavern ceiling, their tails and claws finding good purchase in the rouch, uneven rock. They were passing a grease soacked paper bag between them that held a dried vegitable that had been heated so that the unside popped out. The fingers were dripping with butter, it smeared acorss their lips.
Jaun smiled. "Who are rooting for?"
"I don't care really, as long as I get to eat one. Say...you think those guys shoes taste good?"
"After sweating in them that much, I'd say yeah."
"Hey, this isn't butter, it's drool." He munched away.
Jell continued eating their strange snack, watching the Tiefling and his battle eagerly. "What do you think he hides in his hair?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 6:45 pm
"But if I outshine you, don't that make me a bigger target and let you hide in teh shadows in the event of a pissy Sevilin?"
Still back in the back area of his closet, conviently hidden behind a wall of clothing. hmm..should he wear that...or that...choices choices. lets see...that will look nice with that..but would it break the outshine rule according to her..possibly..that? nah. too fancy. okay we'll go with this..
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 6:55 pm
She traced the nail along the glossy pages and ran a hand through her hair before dropping it slightly self-consciously, seeing as he'd just slung his own hair back behind him, keeping it out of her reach it seemed as though he'd heard her thoughts which caused her to blush again. Ye gods! Lloth help her she had to stop that before her cheeks burst into flame. Thank the almighty beings that it wasn't obvious that she was blushing, yay for dark skin! She listened to him, sensitive ears picking up the deep timbre of his voice without a problem, he could be whispering in the midst of a battle and she still knew she'd hear Sevilin's voice without fail. When he began to speak, everything else around her was tuned out and she focused only on him and the rich way he spoke, almost like warm chocolate glaze dribbled over cake. Blinking at him curiously for a moment, her mind began playing with possibilities, magic fascinating her. So she stood up and walked over to him, standing in front of him, probably closer than she needed to and said, "Can I see?" She wanted to see just how he changed the runes, how he was able to manipulate the system and marvel at his own expertise.
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 7:04 pm
"Drow don't like bright things in thier eyes. You should know that shouldn't you?" Hell she barely liked bright things in her eyes, had spent so much time down in the Underdark. Though she was merely patient with him. "Besides...I'm not scared of Sevilin." Her whole no fear thing...she had lost it once and intended for it to never happen again...she didn't like Malik seeing her like that, loosing one quality that attracted him so. "Come on now, you can't possibly take longer than a woman."
For a moment he was left to stare at her...or more pointedly at her chest from where she had stepped so close and he was sitting down. Yeah...that was....he didn't know how to feel about that. Half excited and half frightened. But his eyes snapped up to hers when she spoke, diverting his attention. Show and tell. "I suppose."
Standing up, fabric of his tunic and leather of his belts brushing against her from being so close to him. Too close...but perfectly and tantalizingly close. He had to keep from shaking his head, least she think somehting was going on in there. He flipped open the book he had, showing her a rune. "See this? It's an etching rune. Eats through metal, wood, stone, anything that can be etched really. " Handing her the book his activated his runing magics and set his fingers to the rock he'd been sitting on a moment before. "And this is how I do it." Thus he went about scribing, but it barely looked like the one in the book. His was a combination of three runes all together. If she looked hard enough she could see the original rune piece in there, but rearranged to form the others as well.
"Runes do get harder, they're supposed to. And," Keeping a finger on the stone, he moved it, effectively etching his name into the rock. "See, does what it's supposed to."
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Picking Up Stars Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 7:17 pm
Sudden intake of breath before it all whooshed right back out leaving her feeling slightly lightheaded and off balance. Almost like she needed to reach out and hold onto him before she fell. But she managed to keep her balance and even recovered from that subtle brushing of leather on her skin. It wasn't coarse the way she'd expected but butter soft and felt so good against her skin, even if it did send a funny feeling through her body as a result. That was pushed aside as he went about showing her things, inspiring fascination in his now eager pupil. The rune in the book, she could probably do with a bit of practice but not like the one he'd scribed. His was....so much more complex, a combination unlike anything she'd ever seen before and as the letters of his name appeared, glowed red hot for a moment and then merely sat there branding the rock as his. She kneeled down and traced her finger carefully along each and every letter. S-E-V-I-L-I-N. The strong yet gentle man standing beside her, so close to her yet so far away. Glancing up at him, awe and something else in her eyes she whispered, "That's amazing." She longed to be able to do her own etching rune and write her name below his...wait why below? Was her mind telling her she wouldn't mind being under him? Was she subconsciously attempting to get entirely away from the life she'd escaped from? Or was she just overthinking what had been a simple tendency? After all, anytime someone wrote something they tended to write down the page and since his name was so long, one more letter than hers, it would fit better underneath.
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 7:21 pm
"Hey I'm trying to balance the 'fancy' with the 'no outshining Piper' clause."
So another five or so minutes, before he decided he was ready, and out he came. rich, velvety black tunic, and similar pants and boots. the boots has silver etchings, and the legs up the side. over that was a rich red long tunic, reall nothing more than a long cloth with a hole in it for his head, wider at the shoulder for the illusion of shoulderpads. Overtop that, was a highly polished silver breastplate, with etchings and engravings and gold inlay, and on his wrists were bracers to match, though no gloves. and over his left shoulder, and clasping at the right one, was a black and silver threaded cloak.
"How's this?"
Onyx nodded lightly.
"So Ton and Eca's companions, and Dimitri's enemies. which means they might have written down where and how to get to any kind of stronghold he might have. and we know he serves the Sky Father, so that may very well pinpoint or at least really narrow down possible locations."
A grin.
"Me, Moon and my father are the only three Vah with wings. Uncle Elias gave father wings, we just inherited them."
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 7:39 pm
He watched her with his own fascination in her as she seemed to be fascinated by such a simple thing to him. His eyes were glued to her as she stroked her fingers over his name that was etched into stone. Though for some reason he wished those fingers were stroking over Sevilin and not just Sevilin's name....wait....did he just think that? Vhaeran help him. "Not really..."
Licking his lips again, he reached a hand out toward her, it shaking slighly before he touched it to her shoulder. It was meant to get her attention, but it had gently squeezed as well to not only further gain it, but just to feel. Bad Sevilin. "Come on now, no need to stare at that all day." He needed to erase it off anyway...didn't need his name scrawled across the Underdark.
Her eyes practically lit up as he played show and tell for her, the gold in her eyes sparking in that fashion that spoke she was quite pleased with what she was looking at. Getting up she walked over to him and circled him, seemingly analyzing him in critical fashion, even if she really wasn't and was just checking him out. But soon enough she came to stand in front of him, looking him up and down one final time before stepping close and lacing her arms around her waist, pushing up on her toes to press a kiss to his lips. "Perfect. See, I knew you could do it."
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 8:00 pm
Long, cool fingers closed over her bare shoulder, eliciting tiny shivers all along her skin where he touched and even in places that he hadn't but she wished with some deep part of her that he could or would...those thoughts would get her nowhere but shattered so she firmly stomped them down and stood up, starting to turn around. But she turned too fast and lost her balance in her boots, her legs buckling beneath her and taking her down, her right knee slamming into the ground and she felt pain wrench through her leg. So much for the gracefulness of elves. She felt her hands fly out to catch her fall even after her knee had taken the brunt of it and her hands scraped against one of the rocks that inadvertently jutted out everywhere in the Underdark. Bracing herself on her hands and knees for a moment she took a calming breath and then twisted, into a more natural sitting position and bit her lip as a flash of pain ran through her leg. Her skirt was short enough to see the flesh without moving the fabric and her nimble fingers pressed against it. She wasn't for sure what was wrong with it but it was tender to the touch which most likely meant bruising. Bruising that couldn't be seen on dark Drow skin. Her face twisted in pain once again and she covered her knee, trying to recover from her fall. She'd wanted to call out for Sevilin had even whispered his name as she fell but that was it.
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 8:07 pm
" I think were at a bit of a disadvantage here" The smug Tiefling said to his bone devil ally. When no reply came from the wreatched Thanisol he whipped his head around to catch a glimpse of the devil, lost in spell casting the creature waved its hands in intricate symbols, uttering an incantation under its breath. " No, my dear cormyr, you are at a disadvantage" Cormyr had known thanisol to be mesjivious for a devil, and sometimes even back stabbing, but he did not expect such betrayal from a denisin of the nine hells. Before he could speak out a word of protest the devil was gone, disappearing threw means of teleportation, likely as far away as such a spell would take it.
He was rocked back to reality by the balors gluttional voice, calling out to him in his mind. " So sad, looks like your companion abandoned you to die here this day, but worry not little one. After i have my fun with you, i will hunt him down and send him to meet you in the afterlife so you may exact your revenge" The demons lips curled into what Cormyr construed as the closest thing to a smile the Balor could manage. "How noble of you" The ever rebellious tiefiling shot back. A pity, he thought, he had wanted to die in an epic battle, cut down by one of the leaders of the Abyss, not here at the hands of this Balor. But it looked like he didn't have much of a choice in the matter, he was no match for such a foe in his current shape, but, he decided. If he was going to loose his life this day, he would take as much of this b*****d as he could with him, and leave the best forever scarred, he would make it regret the day it decided to end the life of Cormyr, the Tiefling blade!
He threw himself at the beast as hard as he could, his feet moving quickly across the rocky broken terrain that was the nine hells, cutting the creatures laughing fit short. It's huge arm pumped once, sending its flame tounged whip out at him. Like a sentient being it seemed to move, cutting thew the air like a great serpent, but the red haired tiefilign was much to quick for such a simple and direct manver to have any effect. He lifted one foot, purposely throwing himself off balance, and in one quick spin he avoided the flaming whip. His pointed prehensile tail did well to put him back on balance in an instant, his footing regained he swept in like a spector, closeing the short expanse between the two in and instant.
He raised his blade for and attack, but it was a faint, he threw himself forward, ducking his head under the balors slashing blade, he went down low to the ground in a roll, using his momentum to bring himself back to his feel he skidded under the creatures arm drawing a line of warm red blood all the way around. He pulled himeslf back around behind the creature, still bent over from its attack, he thought to knock the overbalced balor to the ground and get in one good stab. Once agan he threw himself at the creature, two hundered pounds of fully armored Tiefling met two thousand pounds of balor. It was and obvious mistake when he came crashing into the beast. The monster didn't budge, it was like running into solid rock. His skin bubbled and cracked instantly as the flames that danced over the creatures flesh slipped threw the cracks in his armor and assulted his flesh.
He suddenly felt his feet lifted off the ground and cast into the air by one flap of the balors massive wings, and was unsure of his surroundings until he saw the ground rushing toward him. He hit hard, face first, bouncing twice off the warm rock only to come to a sliding stop. He felt defeated, his whole body ached, waves of noseateing pain washed over his injured arm, but still. The thought that he had landed a blow spurred him on. The balor was in pain too, and would have to live with it, for soon his pain would end.
The Tiefling peeled himself from the ground slowly, he stood, the point of his sword dug deep into the ground, his one good arm gripping the huilt for support, but still, he a smile managed to cross his lips. But it was taken from him in and instant, when the balor turned, running the arm he had cut his blade deep into threw its full range of moation. If it felt any pain at all it did not show it.
" Nice try" The Balor mocked, looking down to inspect its wound, its gaze returned to the tiefling in an instant. " You damaged me!" the Balor shouted, its booming voice ecoeing off into the distance. Cormyr was about to offer up some whitty retort when the balor began to advance on him. The sheer power in each of its steps shaking the ground under his feet and stealing the words from his through. " I was going to let you off easy mortal, but now i shal take you home with me, shal spare your companion and spend days upon end ripping you apart and letting my preiests heal you so i can do it all over again!" It continued its advance. Was it trying to make him feel remorseful for hurting it, try to make him beg for death.
Cormyr cleared his mouth of the blood that had been mounting there. He pulled hard at his sword freeing it from the gorund and letting it rest on his shoulder. The balor kept coming, waveing its deadly vorpral blade in the air before it like an unspoken threat. Part of the Tielfing told him to run, but the devil in him would not allow it. He held frim his ground, summoning every last ounce strength that his devilish blood would afford him. This was not a battle a place for humans, and had long sence forlorn the human in him. He was a devil, and he would be damned again before he would let this Demon take him without a fight.
He let out a low growl, his smirk disappearing from his lips, dangerous red eyes focusing into a sharp glare. He jumped forth one last time, his legs pumping to carry him toward the still advancing balor. The creature seemed unaffected by his carge, continuing its walk like he was still standing there.
He called upon the devil in him one last time, enacting his own spell-like ability to cover the area around the balor in a magical darkness so deep that not even the most powerful of fiends eyes could penetrate its depths. In he went, letting his instincts lead him, following the sound of the balors every move. He ducked low meaning to plunge his blade into the creature gut, every bit of strength he had went into his final attack, but was cut short by a massive paw that wrapped around his waist, hoisting him into the air and sqeezing the life out of him.
The balors cackling laughter cut thew his agnosingeing screams as the intense flames bit at his flesh. He could feel his bones caving in, if he didn't get out of this quick he felt as tho he would be broken in half. It took all of his willpower to keep his hand on his blade threw the pain.
He flet it then, felt his soul being ripped form his body, his mortal shell torn to shreads and cast into limbo. The balor was trying to planeshift, transferring itself form the hells' likely back to its home world, the swrilling abyss.
He knew something had to be done, he had to stop it, but he could barely feel any connection to his body. He didnt know where he was, it was so dark, like a dream. He couldnt feel anything, all he could hear was a gruff voice inside his mind" Wake up" it was like a whisper, so distant " Wake up" It shouted again, who was talking to him " Wake up you damn Idiot!" it took so long to register, he couldn't understand who was talking to him. Whoes voice was screaming at him, insulting him! He had to do something, had to snap out of it. He bit down on the inside of his cheek as hard as he could, his sarp teeth piercing his skin. The taste of blood, he could taste, he cuold feel the pain, it was so real, it seemed to bring him back to reality. His eyes peeled open, it was bright, the world, no many words, they rushed by in instants. He was in some sort of tunnel, the balor was still there, holding him so tight he could barely draw breath. The walls looked like mirrors behind a layer of water, but they did not reflect, they showed him worlds, every wold, they must have been inbetwene dimensions.
His gaze turned up at the baor, its eyes closed, he could only imagine how much concentration it must take to navigate the twisting turns of this tunnel.
His mind came back to him then, menorys flooded in, he was being taken to the abyss! he struggled hard against the tight grip, twisting and turning the the balors grasp, clawing at its flesh with weak arms. His sword, in the chaos he had forgotten, he handnt been able to draw it because of his arm. his 'good' arm went up over his shoulder, hoping to find, the huilt! he felt it, his numb fingers were barely able to draw the heavy blade form its shieth. He fought hard to bring it up high above his head. Cormyr had never put much faith in religion, but he found himself issuing a prayr to whatever god might be watching at that moment.
He brought the wicked blade down as hard as he could manage, banging it against the balors rock like flesh. He chopped again and again, lost himself in sheer rage. He could barely hear the balor scream out in pain as one his struck home, tearing into its flesh down to the bone. He brought the blade up to hack again but he felt himself falling away, He cried out at the balor, calling every foul name he could think up, quickly exosting his vocabulary and resorting to made up insults " Come back and fight me you elf licking pixy!" But he lost sight of the balor quickly, his whole body spinning threw the....nothing.
Victory, he thought, Cormyr one, Stupid Balor zero. No sooner did he finish that thought he felt the air again. He could smell air, stale air, like a cave. He opened his eyes and tried to stand but found he couldn't, the world was still spinning. He could taste vomit, had he vomited? he wondered, he didn't remember vomiting. The darkness found him quickly, swept him away into unconsciousness. A well deserved rest for the battered Teifling blade
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 8:24 pm
He had snatched his hand away the moment she had jerked, himself jerking as well from the sudden spark that had seemed to be induced. And dare he say he did make a grab for her as she fell...before he remembered himself and kept his hands to himself then. Though seemed that was a bad idea too.
Sevilin watched her for a moment as she sat on the ground, clutching her knee and obviously in pain. A certain feeling washed over him...if there was anyone who could be empathetic to pain, it was Sevlin...though he didn't like anyone to know that seeing as it let them in past his walls. But...he wasn't quite himself today.
Kneeling down next to her, her looked her up and down a moment once more before pushing her hands aside and grasping her leg in his hand under her knee, supporting it while he took a look. And that was a mistake...for his mind blanked and he merely stared where his hand was on her leg and fingers twitched lightly, longing to brush across the length of her leg and perhaps to more forb.....you're doing it again....but you don't care....but you do....this is wrong...
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 8:40 pm
She whimpered softly when he touched her, even though he was careful to avoid the actual spot she'd hurt. Her teeth bit into her bottom lip and she took a deep breath attempting to hide her discomfort. His hand on her leg helped the pain to dull by moving her mind onto other things. She watched him for a moment and shook her head, "I'm fine...just a little fall, really." Indeed, the skin wasn't broken and it didn't feel the gut wrenching pain that usually accompanied a sprain, strain, or breakage. Yes, she'd felt that pain many a time but it was absent. To prove her point she added a shaky smile and then grabbed onto his shoulder to push herself to her feet but she couldn't do it. Her knee buckled beneath her and she went right back down. Well damn, how was she supposed to get back home now? You couldn't heal bruises. Sighing she shook her head, "It's really not that bad, just give me a second." She'd walk home if she had to collapse halfway and crawl the rest, dammit. Zahara Val'Ril was not going to be brought down by a little fall in the Underdark!
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 8:50 pm
His eyes ripped from where they were staring at her legs and over to look at his shoulder where she touched to try and pull herself up...only to not make it at all really. Oh great...just what they needed...But Sevilin knew better then to blatantly rune heal an injury that couldn't be see...could turn out badly. Then there was the other thing...Malik getting on his case. Because no doubt his pet that found favor in Zahara would get upset if he left her.
Standing up he gathered books, and a quick runing translocated them to who knew where but Sevilin. Then he went back to Zahara, kneeled down, hesitated a moment and then scooped her up and stood, one arm supporting her shoulders, the other her knees, held against his chest...and he about fell over from action. Not because she was heavy or he was off balance...but because his blood suddenly ran cold then hot all at the same time.
"You should know there is no such thing as a given second in the Underdark. Things get to you in half the time." There we go, concerned covered by drow logic. Worked for him...now...he just had to concentrate long enough to get her inside and what not. Yes, don't listen to body but to mind...it was half out but still there. Thus he took to carrying her back to the fortress.
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 8:52 pm
"That makes you even less of a panther."
She shrugged her shoulders. "I've never heard all that much about them, but anyone close enough to those two to be able to write about them must have been allies." She flipped through a few pages, began to read. "This might take a while, I don't know where to start looking...we might have tor ead the whole thing to find anything useful."
Jaun and Jell saw the end of the fight as a wonderful oppertunity. They dropped from the ceiling, phazed out of reality in a little puff of smoke, only to poof back in again next to the prone Teifling. Jell pocked him with a stick.
"Is he still alive? Can I eat him?" As it was, Jell was sucking on the man's boot.
Jaun lifted an eyelid. "I dunno...wait, do you care if he's stilla live when we eat him?"
"Not really." Stick pocking also continued. Jell had already gotten the front of the Teifling's boot chewed off, drool was everywhere.
"Wait a sec....maybe....maybe if we make freinds with this guy, he can show us the path to MORE boots...or dead people. I don't care."
"What a novel idea." They sat close to the man's head, staring at him, and would sit there doign nothing until he woke up.
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 8:54 pm
"I'm glad you approve."
He returned her kiss, and ran his hand through her hair lightly and gently, before giving her bottom a light spank.
"Well, now that we're all dressed, and I did promise a l;azy day today..what would you like to do? No buisness for me...but perhaps sneak around a bit and play with your pet project?"
A light stride to place a finger on Malvolence's hilt on it's holder...giving a little subtle 'go for it' signal to both Sevilin and Zahara..once he located thier drugged, easy to touch minds.
"Or perhasp you want to get the fortress up to decorum for potential guests?"
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