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 Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 10:13 pm
Really? And just what sort of distraction are we speaking of? After all, even your studies and researches usually make time for me...
But, as to reward... a hint will more than suffice to sooth my bruised ego, for I know you, my dear... and I know you would not spontaneously shift your attention, considering how long we've been having these little meetings.
Does it have something to do with the Angels? Or perhaps that Weave-wielder? If you're not going to be visiting me, you owe me at least a few answers...
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 10:29 pm
 Rueful amusement crossed those pale features as she listened to the snippets of conversation coming from within the kitchen, and she offered a soft shake of her head, and something of a knowing look aimed in the direction of her apprentice. Mentally gathering herself, Ishtarelm deftly pulled the two of them into the kitchen, very quietly... then offered a decidedly not quiet clearing of her throat. The tone that coloured the following words, to a stranger, would probably have sounded severe... but as Aerith well knew by now, the slightly stilted fashion that bell-like accent clipped the words out was, in fact, a mask to conceal laughter.
"Well, now... a broken counter, a lacerated apprentice, nevermind whatever kind of bodily fluids you've gotten in our foodstuffs... and whatever are you doing to my wok, young miss Dalearin?!"
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 10:41 am
Urban Thorne Really? And just what sort of distraction are we speaking of? After all, even your studies and researches usually make time for me...
But, as to reward... a hint will more than suffice to sooth my bruised ego, for I know you, my dear... and I know you would not spontaneously shift your attention, considering how long we've been having these little meetings.
Does it have something to do with the Angels? Or perhaps that Weave-wielder? If you're not going to be visiting me, you owe me at least a few answers...
No.. I would not dismiss our appointments lightly.
The situation, it seems, could possibly involve all of the above.. as well as this rather intriguing new weapon. Although I have never encountered a Moonblade before, I am assuming from its reaction to me that its owner is still alive..?
What do you know of these blades? Will it attune to another weilder in time, or is the death of the original handler an unspoken requirement?
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 3:36 pm
 A beautiful roaring scream, of joy and sorrow so extreme...Tali smirks faintly at the quip about sprouting wings. Not quite what I had in mind... She muses internally. She watched the brief exchange between the others, noticing that Eva's question about a mount went unnoticed, trumped by the concern over this commander woman's apparent ailment. It didn't matter really. These people seemed entirely too eager to proceed along this trip to not provide them with four legged companions to hasten their journey.
"We're ready whenever you are, so we'll just head on over now. Come on Eva." She murmurs quietly, tugging lightly on her arm. Leading them away, she strolls through the camp towards the previously specified meeting place. Her eyes scroll curiously through the various dealings of the soldiers, a hand snaking out to snag a couple of apples from a basket that they pass. Tossing one to Eva, she smiles playfully.
"Apple for your thoughts?"
There is a love in me raging. A joyous, magical feeling...
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 3:52 pm
Urban Thorne
"Well, now... a broken counter, a lacerated apprentice, nevermind whatever kind of bodily fluids you've gotten in our foodstuffs... and whatever are you doing to my wok, young miss Dalearin?!"  
Nae Nae almost squeaks in surprise with the sudden appearance of their teacher, but any nervousness quickly disapates with the Kae'dryn's words. "A wok!" She exclaims in faint delight. "Is that what it is called? I've never seen another pan like it. It certainly seems to be very handy, the meat is cooking so well."
It takes only a moment for the temporary burst of happiness from discovering something new to subside and she is spit back into reality as her mind processes everything else that was said. "Oh... well... the counter was a casualty of our first lesson, but we'll find a way to fix it!" She attempts to explain. "We were hoping to fix supper for everyone as something of an apology for the mishap..."
She bites her lip gently, her voice slightly cowed. "I hope we did not overstep our boundaries, Kae'dryn..." She ventures timidly.
I am a leaf on the wind...
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 5:28 pm
Urban Thorne "Well, now... a broken counter, a lacerated apprentice, nevermind whatever kind of bodily fluids you've gotten in our foodstuffs... and whatever are you doing to my wok, young miss Dalearin?!"  "Kae'dryn!" Heron jumps slightly in shock, the knife in his hand leaps out of his grasp. He makes a flagrant attempt to catch the knife, juggling it from one hand to the other by the handle. It falls between his hands and impales the floor between his feet. "Oi, I just can't win today." He laughs nervously and scratches the top of his head. "Umm...surprise!"His thoughts of her watching from afar and laughing at him pops into his head. His imagination began telling him that she had popped up right outside the kitchen soon after he'd began chopping veggies again. This caused him to shudder a bit.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 6:17 pm
Urban Thorne Asmyrra offered no immediate response to Ky's comment, her attentions focused on channeling healing energies where they were needed. As the wracking cough slowly stilled, however... a faint shake of her head was offered, her thick accent muffled slightly by the cloth still pressed over her lips.
"...our medics can do nothing more than has already been done. No, attend to our supplies, and I shall meet you at the assigned location..."
And with that, Asmyrra slowly started to make her way towards the northern end of camp, each metered step counting a carefully controlled breath. This was definitely going to be a long journey...  Ky watches his commander leave with concerned silence. He then turns his head and waves to the two young ladies as they take their leave to gather supplies. Using their absence to his advantage, Ky gathers his tools and supplies into a satchel. He then goes to the stables and makes arrangements for four mounts to carry them and their supplies to the place where they are to meet Tali's contact. As he leads the steeds to the designated area for his party to meet, his platoon sergeant approaches him. "Sir," he says, "I heard that you were leaving today with Commander Asmyrra."Ky smiles politely to the NCO, "You heard correctly Sergeant. Is there something you needed to tell me before I depart."The sergeant smiles and offers his hand, "Merely a message from the men and I. We hope to see you back on the lines with us as soon as possible. Good luck on your journey Sir."Ky takes the man's hand firmly and shakes up and down, "Take care Sergeant, and may the heaven's smile on your endeavors."After parting Ky arrives at the meeting point, waiting patiently for the others to arrive.
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Posted: Fri May 29, 2009 10:58 am
Metal-Ridley "Hm. Well, we met a few months ago, in the Northwestern forest. A very nice lady, she is. We didn't get to hang around eachother very long, but the time spent with miss Tali was rather plesant, and quite enough to consider her a good friend." He recalled, his eyes at the corner of his orbits, looking up at the ceiling. The man's neck straightened and his gray orbs rolled down to Rosso's mismatched eyes. "Why do you ask?"   Rosso quickly buried her face in her mug again when the giant Human guy mentioned the name of the gypsy he knew... all the better to hide the sudden flare of recognition that crossed her features. Tali... but not recently.... Instead, those slanted eyes darted around for a bit while she took another long sip from her drink, gears behind her eyes turning furiously while she thought of a functional cover-up... erm... answer.
"Hmmm... maybe, you should say, 'knew A gypsy'... not so confusing, mmm," she asserted, giving an affirmative nod to accent her point. "Did not think... ehm... Huuuuman had much time with gypsies. Would have cooked you good, hmph. Too much like... like... Paladin's Stick people."
Peering down into the bottom of her mug, Rosso noticed a singularly disturbing problem... and a small hand frantically waved the inn-keeper over to address it. Thumping the crockery down firmly, her left hand rose, all fingers but the index curled tightly into a small fist, while her right hand came down beside the offending container, the tell-tale sound of some metallic object making contact with the wood emerging. The inn-keeper gave a faint smile of acknowledgement, and turned towards one of the 'maids heading into the kitchen, murmuring some comment or another. Once this problem was attended to, those mismatched eyes drifted back towards the hulking fellow, a faint twitch of her nose precluding Rosso's next query...
"...Sooo... what so im--... err... important, need to ask the Elves?"
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Posted: Fri May 29, 2009 11:07 am
A Moonblade... really? Such creations have not been crafted by the Elves since the Great War... one of the things they turned away from, stating that they were too akin to the weapons the Humans had made...
Frankly, I am surprised that such a blade allowed you to pick it up, my dear. They are such finicky things, after all...
But, if it has allowed to you take possession of it, but has not given any sort of acknowledgement beyond allowing you to carry it, then yes, the one it is attuned to is still alive, and did not willingly relinquish the weapon. Such things have to be passed on by death, or Rite of Transferal performed by the owner.
And, from your words, the appearance of this Moonblade is tied to those Angels, the 'Beast', or that Weave-shaper, yes...?
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Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2009 1:02 am
Urban Thorne A Moonblade... really? Such creations have not been crafted by the Elves since the Great War... one of the things they turned away from, stating that they were too akin to the weapons the Humans had made...
Frankly, I am surprised that such a blade allowed you to pick it up, my dear. They are such finicky things, after all...
But, if it has allowed to you take possession of it, but has not given any sort of acknowledgement beyond allowing you to carry it, then yes, the one it is attuned to is still alive, and did not willingly relinquish the weapon. Such things have to be passed on by death, or Rite of Transferal performed by the owner.
And, from your words, the appearance of this Moonblade is tied to those Angels, the 'Beast', or that Weave-shaper, yes...?Although I know very little about these things, I am guessing that a Moonblade would not be attached to this 'Beast' creature. From the two encounters I have now had with the monster, I can tell you I have never seen either the 'Beast' or its minions with any form of sophisticated weaponry. They seem to favour a mixture of chaos and carnage, their methods only efficient through their eagerness and enthusiasm to destroy everything in their path.
As for the Angels, it would not surprise me to find them with weapons sporting some divine enhancement. However, if they are truly creations of the elves that were abandoned because they were too akin to human tastes, I'm sure they would be labeled as a product of heresy and dutifully shunned. After all, it wasn't created via their personal brand of magic. That makes it an automatic infraction to their holy creed.
No, it dropped from the Weave-shaper. The woman appeared to be dead when the alabaster Angel flitted her away. Nevertheless, the blades seem to be indicating that she made it through. How much credence should their judgement be afforded?
Could I somehow use the blades to locate their owner? Will they react in any fashion if I come into her particular proximity?
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 8:18 am
Oh, make no mistake, my dear... the Elves did not stop making the weapons because they were of similar taste to the Humans.
No... Moonblades stopped being created because the end of the Great War showed everyone exactly what could go wrong if a weapon infused with a magical intelligence... a type of life all it's own... were to, shall we say, unleash it's potential...
As far as the indication that the Moonblade's owner still lives, you can count that as absolute truth. Part of the fashion that a Moonblade imbued it's owner with it's various gifts was that it would bind itself to their very life-force... their soul, if you will. One of the reasons why the Angels probably showed no real interest in it; Moonblades will only bind themselves to someone who had at least one full-blooded Elf among their parents. And the more pure-blooded the wielder is, of course... the stronger the blade.
But as to whether the weapon will react to it's owner's presence? That I cannot say with any certainty. I do know that, when being used, the pommel-stone of the weapon, the very origin of their name itself, tends to glow with a very discernible silvery-blue light. I do not recall ever seeing that radiance present while the blades were at rest, however...
I do wonder, though. Is it mere coincidence that you speak of the weapon in such terms as 'they'...?
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2009 2:56 pm
 Never mistake tears for sadness... Eva glanced up just in time to catch the apple with her left hand then tossed it once, up into the air to catch it again in her right. Rubbing the fruit with the edge of her tunic, she takes a bite and chews thoughtfully for a moment before answering. Perhaps it was a wise course of action considering how much Tali seemd to glean from the smallest reaction. For all her wariness, however, Eva could not help but be truthful even if she did stretch it a slight slight bit. "Nothing much, only...I am curious about the, ah, Asmyrra's wounds." Such as why they aren't worse. She frowned then, taking another bite of the apple though she hardly tasted it. It bothered her still that the arrow had not been more effective. Perhaps she would have to find some other way to kill this witch. And to send a message. Not that she could do anything for the moment. "What of your thoughts? I have nothing to offer in kind but interest and a good ear." ...that will only bring you grief.
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2009 3:19 pm
[Apple.Tequilla] Never mistake tears for sadness...
"Nothing much, only...I am curious about the, ah, Asmyrra's wounds."
Such as why they aren't worse. She frowned then, taking another bite of the apple though she hardly tasted it. It bothered her still that the arrow had not been more effective. Perhaps she would have to find some other way to kill this witch. And to send a message. Not that she could do anything for the moment.
"What of your thoughts? I have nothing to offer in kind but interest and a good ear." ...that will only bring you grief.
Weaving through the camp, she notices Ky up ahead of them, waiting with several horses ready. Her eyes squint closed as she scratches her head in embarrassment. "You ever do that, the 'foot in mouth' syndrome? I can't tell you how many times it's gotten me in a bind with the elders.."
There is a love in me raging. A joyous, magical feeling...
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 8:26 pm
Urban Thorne Peering down into the bottom of her mug, Rosso noticed a singularly disturbing problem... and a small hand frantically waved the inn-keeper over to address it. Thumping the crockery down firmly, her left hand rose, all fingers but the index curled tightly into a small fist, while her right hand came down beside the offending container, the tell-tale sound of some metallic object making contact with the wood emerging. The inn-keeper gave a faint smile of acknowledgement, and turned towards one of the 'maids heading into the kitchen, murmuring some comment or another. Once this problem was attended to, those mismatched eyes drifted back towards the hulking fellow, a faint twitch of her nose precluding Rosso's next query...
"...Sooo... what so im--... err... important, need to ask the Elves?"  ___Asgard frowned only one of his eyebrows, looking at Rosso; he did think he corrected himself and mentioned he knew a gypsy, but then again maybe it only crossed his mind and he never actually said anything about it. Either way, he seemed to have slipped Tali's name by accident, not that he thought he should have kept it a secret, and it seemed to have sparked something in Domini's eyes, but she quickly hid her face in her mug, as she did earlier a few times. "Hmph. Are you saying I am too much alike one of these self-proclaimed holy saviors? The ones whom seem to think they only do good?" Azen asked with a mocking tone. ___Of course, Azen wasn't mocking Rosso at all, but the Paladins themselves. What a band of fools, they are. The very ones whom claim to fight evil and sin, the ones whom state that they can defeat "the Beast" and try to unite all humans under what they think would be "a decent, moral type of civilization". Ironically, they find themselves waging war against the Iron Fist instead of joining forces. What a load of bull. ___After a few seconds of quiet, darker laughs, Azen took a look around the place, trying to see and figure what was going on around. He did not ask any questions about the ruckus, seeing as Rosso seemed to have made it stop and things seemed to be back under control. The large human shook his head a few times and turned his attention back to the girl with mismatched eyes. "If I would be with them, my armor would not be all black. I do not walk their path, although I might cross it some day.” He finished. As he spoke his last few words, the massive dark knight turned his head to his large blade; seeing as he probably wouldn't go back to the table he sat to earlier, he thought best to go get his sword and let it rest beside him. "Excuse me for a moment." He apologized with a nod to Rosso, then walked to get his dark sword. ___As he walked back to the bar, Azen wondered why Rosso wanted to know what business he had with the elves. Was it to keep the conversation going, or did she really have some interest? The swordsman leaned his sword on the side of the bar, right beside him. "Why would you want to know why I wish to see the elves?" He asked, not yet looking back at the girl.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 1:34 pm
Never mistake tears for sadness... Eva nodded, slightly unconsciously, thinking back to a particular instance involving a rather large bag of flour that was meant to go to the cellar, a winding staircase, and her stubborn refusal to let anyone help. When she was younger, it had been a painful memory but Time had worn off the edges and now she could laugh at the pride of her younger self. "More out of bullheadedness than sheer unthinking, but yes, I have had my share of idiocies. Unfortunately..." She paused for a moment, shaking her head aggreivedly. "I will never live down certain, um, accidents to the minds of the...well, those who raised me." Probably wasn't the best idea to speak fondly of the priesthood in the middle of a rebel camp... Her tone, when she spoke again, remained reminescent in quality. To her mind, Eva was still a long way from home and it was clear in the way she spoke. Still, that shouldn't be too odd apearing since she had, or as the story went anyway, recently defected. "What of your Elders? Do they act as rulers or more as gossipers? Our elderly tend to think they are the former role and are most dedicated to the latter role." ...that will only bring you grief.
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