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 Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2005 10:57 pm
Jaun side stepped the flames. "Awe, I don't think the blue one likes us, Jell. Are you huritng inside?"
"Quit" said Jell, still upsidedown on the floor.
Jaun droped down beside his brother, whispered in his ears. "We'll come back another time, when this guy isn't around. I don't think she" he nodded his ehad to Piper, "hates us that much."
"You think so?" Jell flashed Piper is large, watery eyes. Then he sprang up to his feet, pulled Jaun up with him. "Hey! Let's go se if we can find some of the wild glowing moss."
"Hey, now there's and idea...bet we could do some neat stuff with that!"
"Do you think I can scare an old lady with it?"
Jaun looked thoughtful. "Maybe. We'll get some, go to that Deep Water place, and find something toe at too..." And with a little poof of smoke, they were both gone.
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2005 11:02 pm
Indeed, not the type of pests that Malik was used to at all. These two cared less about his threats and the like and took to him with a nonchalant attitude. Though she watched them go about their time idly, not at all fazed before they blinked out in a poof of smoke...no doubt those two would be back. And she sighed, moving over to grasp his wrist of the hand that held Malvolence. Action that said, either put it away and calm down or I'm taking it from you and yelling at you about it. "Forget them and their antics..."
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Picking Up Stars Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2005 11:15 pm
The pacing soon got to him so he sat down but even then his foot started tapping and he coudn't seem to do anything to stop it. So he thought of her. He remembered her so well. Standing there laughing with him, her red dress with the white rose accents that he loved so much molding so wonderfully to her curves, highlighting the very things that made her so desireable. She would look at him and shake her head, her long hair moving in teh breeze. That circlet set upon her regal brow, proclaiming her a princess of both the moon and the wood, the same symbol she wore on her dress. Soft colored boots encased her delicate feet and her triple colored eyes winked in the soft light. She was always there in his dreams. He'd tuck an errant piece of hair behind her ear and see that small ear, the tip tinged in blue and lust would tighten his body and heat his blood. Counting the days until she would be his. Talking and laughing like the friends they were...watching that slender eyebrow raise when she looked at him. Her shoulders shaking with laughter at some inane comment of his... Gritting his teeth he cursed his time down memory lane, his body was acting much the way it had in the old days too. He looked down and cursed then took up his knife once again. He had to distract himself before he forced himself to take care of his needs. He dind't want them taken care of unless Piper was the one doing it, but if he kept this up he wasn't going to be able to last. And taht was a disappointing prospect. Only Piper should have that honor. "And you will my dear...oh you will."
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2005 11:17 pm
Malvolence got put up, shaking his head lightly.
"cursed imps. frustrating wretches."
He shook his head lightly, and walked back into teh main building, bringing piper with him and ahnding her a cinnamon stick.
"Should your father be awakening soon?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2005 11:28 pm
A blink at the cinnamon stick...what was that for? She wasn't the one in the bad mood, he was. But she took it none the less, holding it momentarily as opposed to taking to chewing on it. "Well let me see." And she closed her eyes, going quiet a moment. What was she doing? Taking advantage to that bit of telepathy she knew, though hers wasn't the normal sort and 'crippled' in a way. But opening her eyes she look to him again. "He's up...and actually on his way down he informs."
"Indeed I am, though I was already halfway down the stairs Pip." Kieran Silvercrest, seemingly in a pleasant a mood as ever. He ran a hand back through his hair once before habitually resting his main sword hand on his shoulder. True as ever, well practiced sword hands always felt and itch to grasp a sword's hilt. "So then, how fairs the day with you both? Malik you look rather...off..." Well he could use several others, but that seemed the safest.
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2005 11:34 pm
"Indeed. we had a visit from a pair of demonic imps. one having a thing for eating shoes. they are an annoyance and right now I wish I coudl have sent them both back to whatever place they came from."
though he sat down and shook his head lightly.
"It's too quiet. nothing about the captian, the new leaders of deepwater, teh oracle...nothing. It's like thier purposefully cutting us out of communications. though hopefully that will be changing soon if I get that meeting with the mage academy leaders. then that damned captian can't hide his ship from me. and I'll know what's going on then."
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2005 11:43 pm
Piper sighed slightly. Uh oh, it was going to go that direction. Whereas she would take the quiet as something good, he was going to take it and apply all the ways of how it could possibly be bad and no one could change his mind about that. Though she had no room to speak on it, she was not the one savvy to war. So she took to chewing on her cinnamon stick. Though she noticed a servant by the doorway, reluctant to come remotely close to an irritated Malik but was holing something, so Piper walked over to her and took the object. Seemed to be a letter, addressed to her no less.
Kieran seemed to have a slight look of distaste. "Imps can be quite the nuisance, now can't they? Hope we don't get a little crowd of those burrowing into the place...like rats, you can never really get rid of them." And he sat down at the table, opposite of Malik. Kieran being him, he knew exactly what he was talking about. When in war and those around you went quiet, you were either being plotted on from all sides, or you were being thrown out of the game. That could be seen as bad too, despite argument. "You're right Malik. This can mean a few things; that our supposed 'allies' have turned on us, they've been defeated, or for some reason, it's best for us to not know anything at all." Yes, that had it's advantages to it too. Though then an inquisitive look. "Meeting with the mage academy leaders?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 12:04 am
"Yes...apparently the Oracle's dragon was here. he got a bit miffed at no ships coming, threw a temper tantrum, and decided to take it out on me and the fortress. his..sister came and handled him. apparently she is in the service of a school of magi, and after a little research, I foudn that the Oracles and the Mages used to be a family that has..split over the generations. pert of giving them some information was for his sister to pass along a desire to meet with the leaders of this academy. Maybe gather a few more potent allies or access to more of the degree of spells this plane has to offer, as the Captian seems to think my magic is..primitive."
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 8:10 am
Back in human form once again, Tanundra walked through Deep Water. He very much wanted to get into the castle and start looking for his mistress, the Oracle, but something was stopping him. He wasn't entirely certain what it was...perhaps a fear of not knowing his enemey. Them had after all, avoided necromantic detection, and was dead to boot. How much power does the dead have over the living? He hung his head, ashamed of himself. A hundred years ago he would have rushed in without thought, much like he did when attacking Malik. He was not enjoying his predicament.
Roarke sat atop Alaran bareback, one of few to do such a thing since the First Mage. Most would not dare try to rid the dragon, who was pron to flipping and and spinning and what not, without a saddle. He patted her neck. "You really aught not be so angrey with my agreement."
You shouldn't even be meeting with the likes of him
"What harm could come of it? He is looking for allies, and alliances go both ways, if you don't recall. The Academ can always use allies"
I don't like him and I don't trust him.
"Say what you like, I'm still going."
Soon Triumveraite Fortress came into view. "Well Alaran, announce us will you7? Don't want to be rude and catch them by surprise." The dragon trumpeted, the blast reverbrating off the walls.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 11:26 am
The trumpetting certianly got his attention. nto the roaring sound of Tanundra..must be his sister. well, at least he was going to get some kind of news. So he got up, grinning lightly at Keiran...though he did note the letter given to Piper with a bit of interest, before heaind outside by teh stables again.
"Care to join me, Keiran, Piper? I think Tanundra's sister has either a passenger, or a declinign answer for me. I do hope she's carrying a passenger though."
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 1:01 pm
Gently, Alaran landed outside of the fortress, close to the front doors to be noticed, but not too close to be rude. That's how the magi liked to work, politly.
Roarke slid off the dragons back and to to the ground, steadning and patting her on the neck again. For a mage, he wore relativly common clothing. A dark hooded cape, a blakc shirt with red trim, drak breeches and high boots. Nothing that really distinguished him as different from anybody else. A measure of what the Academy taught it's students.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 2:39 pm
"The Captain himself seems a bit...over zealous from his mentionings. But more allies to our cause can never huet, as I seem to sense a back stabbing occuring...and we're the ones with our backs turned." Kieran folded his hand together, elbows resting on the table and having that scholorly look about him. "I"m sure if he thinks your magic primitive, then he thinks mine is useless." And Kieran didn't like to be thought of as useless.
Piper thanked and merely dismissed the servant, and flipped the letter around in her hands a moment, checking it out, taking note of the seal mark; a little whirlwind. Well, no thought as to who it was from. Gale. Thus she opened the letter, seeing what Mr. Gale had to say. Whole thing was written in surface elvish text of course.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 3:00 pm
Wings at the front door. damned dragon. Malik went back inside, and to the front door, letting one of the slave girls open it for him, one hand restign on the hilt of malvolence and the other behind his back lightly.
"Welcome to Triumverate Fortress. Though I would assume by your method of transporation you are a mage...perhaps you can do somethign to prove whom you are, as you are not dressed as one, and I would not put it past a mage to send a young noble in thier steed to rid themselves of an annoying request."
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 3:08 pm
Roarke spread his arms and bowed. "Greatings, Malik D'vinn. I am Roarke Al'Blackbowman, not quite at your severice, but willing to listen." He wore an easy smile, not intmidated nor frightened.
"Indeed, I would not send a young noble, Alaran refuses to carry them." He laughed. "But I am not here to showcase my talents. You are the one who asked to see me, after all."
He reached to his belt and took out a money purse. He held it out for Malik to take, the gesture requiring that Malik get close enough to take it. A gesture of good will. "Enough I hope, to repair your home. If it is not, then I will fetch mroe later." He chuchkled. "It seems we are always helping Tanurnda along at some point or another. The Oracle doesn't ahve any money, after all."
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 3:12 pm
She was fending him off from reading over her shoulder. This was her own business with Terran after all. "Why don't you go follow Malik around for a bit? Maybe go play with our guest."
Kieran did indeed back off and looked to her in that fatherly way. "If you don't tell Malik...no good will come of it..." That was all he was saying to her before he walked off to indeed join Malik, coming to stand behind him and observe in that Kieran way he did things. Though he had to admit, he was getting that growing fascination again and old war habits were settling into him again.
Piper only huffed at him. "I didn't say I wouldn't tell him about it...just not right now." First she had to find a way to convince Malik to let her go anywhere by herself. True, Terran may be a danger, but Piper wanted her answers...and she could handle this.
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