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 Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 5:37 pm
______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________【Despite the lies that you're making, your love is mine for the taking】✦┫M▪A▪R▪A▪K┣✦【I will be the one that's gonna hold you, I will be the one that you run to】 ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯  Marak ended up spending fifteen minutes filling the travel-bag, or rucksack, filled with salted meats, elven bread, and bottles of what appeared to be water; however, he could not keep his attention from the blank parchment of paper resting atop of his stationary pulpit. ' I simply must write her something...' Determined, Marak placed a magical diamond bracelet into the rucksack before walking over to the pulpit and hoisting the quill from his resting place. The blank paper gnawed at him, toyed with him, and for the longest while he was unable to press the freshly dipped quill down on the parchment. What was one to say to a captured bride being set free? Marak bit down on his lip and began elegantly scrawling english words onto the face of the parchment. The ebony-blue color in a nearby bowl of fluid indicating that the hour was close to midnight.
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In the course of writing a successful letter, Marak had wasted his time on several rough drafts that were now crumpled into little balls littering the floor. Having rewritten the rough draft nearly twenty times, Marak knew he would not find something that would appeal to a feminine mind unless he read them from a feminine point of view. Allowing the black dust to alter his form back to the female version of himself; Marak perused each letter over and over again. Some were thrown on the floor immediately, others were re-read an extra time or two before joining the others on the floor. In the end, Marak felt he had no ability to pen what he desired to say to Areidene...At least not to the extent that he, or at the moment she, had the heart to confess. Trying to find write something short and simple turned out to be a much greater feat than Marak had intended it to be. Finding the balance between three folded pages and two little sentences was almost insurmountable. ' If Linwe is to be spared from death, I would have to feign an interest in her...and I cannot do that while my real bride is underground with me.' Knowing how dearly Areidene wanted to be set free; Marak severly doubted that the pretty farmgirl would refuse the chance to leave if she was given the option of doing so. Which was why penning the letter had been so particularly painful and unfeeling.
Perhaps contemplating the content of the heartfelt letter to Areine being too strong a strain to handle in this feminine form; when the door to Marak's library finally opened, amber tears were streaming down her face. Wiping the stains from her cheeks at the sound of footsteps entering his library, Mara raised the freshly sealed envelope in her hand to survey the words she had penned upon the cover. Read this when the time is right. The letter was simple and extremely short; more of a note than a letter, but it would convey the meaning better than the four-page message he had written earlier. As Marak stood from her chair to insert the envelope into the innards of the open Rucksack, the figure who had entered the room set her claw-like hands upon Marak's six-fingered left hand.
Agatha, or Aglariel, looked up at her Goblin child with a sad look upon her face. It was not often Marak was in this form except during matters that required extensive, private, ponderment. Being captured herself from one of the last elvish tribes to leave Gilder, she knew what it was like to sit in a strange place whilst goblin women painted symbols on your arm. As much as she learned to enjoy living in the goblin world, forced to remain forever underground until the death of her husband had not been easy to adjust to. If not for the charms being removed because she was no longer a King's Wife, she would still be trapped indoors and unable to leave. However at her age, though elves did not physically age past thirty, she elected to stay inside the goblin kingdom to live out the end of her retirement. Still remaining in the magical shape of a Goblin/Dwarf she dubbed 'Agatha', it strained her neck to look up to gaze into Marak's face. Understanding what had to be done, Agatha wordlessly cupped her other hand on the strap of the bag Marak had closed. She wanted to say some words of comfort; but, nothing came to mind that could improve this situation. Marak seemed to understand that, by patting her hand against Agatha's own and walking towards the fire so that her back was turned away from her mother's.
" What you are about to do...Do it quickly.", Marak wiped the final streams from her face before the dust began to resettle over her body in the process of transforming back into a man. However, by then, Agatha and the rucksack had already left the room. The water in the bowl now having turned from ebony-blue to the golden red of sunrise. Marak having unknowingly spent hours on that foolish letter.
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 6:08 pm
Agatha
NPC___________________________________________________________ Walking up the marble stairs to the chambers she had once shared with Marak the Blue Scaled, Agatha softly pushed the slightly opened door and walked towards Areidene's chosen bedchamber. She knew the inner workings of these corridoors like the back of her hand, the pathways permenantly engraved into her mind from years of venturing through them. Seeing the sleeping form of Areidene on the bed, Agatha waddled over and gently patted her side until she stirred.
" Princess! Queenie! You'd best come with me if you want to get out of here...before they write the door charm on your forehead to prevent them from letting you out!" Spoke Agatha in a hurried whisper as she pulled the blue and gold dress Marak was going to throw away from the hamper and gently flung it in Areidene's direction.
" Here, put this on dear...that nightgown simply wont do in civilized society." She almost snorkled in chuckling at her private joke, immediately coming up with another funny comment.
" Hurry; hurry! Make haste! Give that goblin man a run for his money!" Having been searching for the matching shoes for the duration of her conversation, Agatha found them neatly placed beside the throw-away hamper and began searching for foot-warmers (socks) inside of Marak's ensemble drawer. Setting them beside Areidene on the bed, Agatha wasted no time in untying her hair from the elaborate wedding updue. Leaping from the bed once more to waddle her short little self into the closet to pull the matching tan-gold cloak from within it to have Areidene wear.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 10:01 pm
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Ðrєαmίηg...
Į ωαs oηlỵ ɗrєαmίηg...X
Oƒ αηoŧһєr plαċє ίη ŧίmє...XX
Ŵһєrє my ƒαmίlỵ's ƒrom....XXX  Linwe awoke the next morning to find the tower empty besides herself. It was like every other day. As she laid in bed she wondered what her life would be like had she been raised like a normal girl. Would she have friends? Siblings? Would she play often with others or keep to herself? No, if Linwe were ever to have others surrounding her she would be with them as much as possible. It was unfair for the King to hate Linwe simply because she reminded him of his lost child. It wasn’t her fault that this happened. Yes, it was a tragic thing for someone to lose a member of their family, but to cause pain and suffering to another one was not right.
Raising from her bed, Linwe quickly remade it and then moved to the window. Today, Marak was supposed to come and according to her mother, Linwe would have to go with him underground. It would be new and exciting for awhile but what of this world on the surface? Would she never get to see the wonders it beheld? She knew there was no reasoning with her mother on this one. Her mother would do whatever she could to keep Linwe safe. It was apparent in all the ways she had denied Linwe every time she asked to leave the tower.
To keep herself slightly busy, Linwe started to dust the tower. Dusting wasn’t the most exciting activity in the world by any means but it was something that needed to be done. Linwe liked to keep tidy and especially if a Goblin were to visit her today then she figured it would be best to have the place looking it’s best. As she cleaned, Linwe sang lightly to herself. Singing had become a favorite activity for her to do while doing other chores around the house. It certainly helped pass the time.
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 5:35 pm
 Areidene jerked awake, her heart pounding in her chest. She had been dreaming the strangest dreams. The sort of dreams that any young girl would have been overjoyed to experience, and yet still, they haunted her. Rubbing her eyes, the young girl sat, her long hair spilling over her shoulders. "Wha-?" She murmured softly, watching the goblin woman scurry about the room, urging her up and out of bed.
Fumbling to catch the dress with her still sleep heavy body. Stripping off her nightgown, she pulled the dress on quickly, allowing her hair to simply hang about her face, feeling far to hurried to put it up as was customary. "Wait...what? What's going what are you doing? Oh!" Catching the cloak, she quickly fastened the cloak about her neck, stumbling quietly out into the hall, moving quickly through the darkness, trembling, fearful she would be caught.
It wasn't until she passed by Marak's that she slowed, looking in, finding his back turned. Taking a slow breath, she closed her eyes, whispering under her breath, not caring if he heard her or not. She would get out. "I'll be back Marak. I love you. I promise." Rubbing her eyes, she continued through the hallways and rooms, finding herself outside the palace and finally, with the help of Agatha, she was standing before the trees, breathing in the earthy smell of the above ground air.
Already, she could feel tears stinging her eyes. She had betrayed a huge population. She would have to go back. They would all wither and die. Suddenly, the farm girl had vanished. Suddenly, she had grown old. She could feel weight baring down on her shoulders. Suddenly, Areidene had responsibility.
“The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.” [ooc; I'm so sorry this has taken so long. I really am. Life is super crazy and wont be slowing down for at least two weeks. But I will try and post more!!! ]
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 9:31 pm
Bingham Langcaster
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Seeing as how everyone seemed to be getting ready, Bingham hurried to the sleeping area he and Sir. Amhurst had set up and folded the make-shift blankets to put into the back of his cart. Covering everything with a tarp when he was done, Bingham mounted the horse in the front and looked behind him to make sure everyone else wasn’t waiting on him. Seeing Seylin already on his horse, Bingham scratched the back of his head and chuckled. ‘ Oh…this is embarrassing.’, shaking his head once more, Binham turned his head towards the countryside. All that separated them from the Cliffs of Insanity was a series of hills and grassy plains. ‘ This doesn‘t seem to complicated.’, Looking up at the cliffs, Bingham swallowed a gulp in apprehension. ‘ That; however, looks quite frightful…’ Grimacing at the thought of just -how- he was going to get his cart up that impassable terrain caused the beginnings of a headache to scratch at his mind. Leaving his cart unattended seemed unavoidable; but, foolish. How could he think of leaving everything at the foot of the mountain for those ‘thieves’ to steal. Not even suspecting Seylin and Bennett for a moment, Bingham kicked with his foot for their journey to begin.
“ Lets be off then; shall we?”, Bingham decided to stop contemplating things that were over his head and just enjoy the morning sunshine. Broadly smiling at his friend Amhurst, Bingham grabbed the reins and listened to the wobbling cart bobbing its way behind them on the bumpy road. Somehow, the sound was exciting and theraputic, and he couldn’t help but feel brighter about the prognostics of this quest. ‘ Four against one evil sorceress seems to up our chances…’
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 10:17 pm
Agatha
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Perhaps rushing her secret daughter-in-law out the door, Agatha gently pushed her small hands against Areidene's back. Hurry, hurry; now, Agatha wordlessly conveyed as she waited for the girl to scurry out the door. ' For a kidnapped bride, she is certainly stalling!', Shaking her head, Agatha realized that if -she- had been given this opportunity on the eve of her wedding night, she would have taken it without a moments thought. Areidene, seemed to have something on her mind. Shaking her head, Agatha was pleased when Areidene hurried out of the room. If the guards spotted them, all Marak's planning could potentially be ruined.
" Fold the hood of the cloak over your face dearie. Pity that your so much shorter than Marak it, but if the cloak is peaked it should hide that from the world.", Laughing gaily at her joke, Agatha rounded the corner and waddled her uneven feet down the gorgeous marble staircase leading down towards a room close to Marak's study. Walking very slowly, on the balls of her feet, to keep Marak from catching them, Agatha's eyes widened when Areidene appeared to walk towards the study. ' What is she doing?!?', boggled beyond belief, Agatha heard unknown words being mumbled before she hurried away from the door and continued to follow. Agatha put her right hand on her hip and raised the right side of her unibrow in perplexion. ' A very strange human-cross.',
Sighing it off, Agatha crept into the rising room and waited for Areidene to step into the closet-like chamber before rubbing a few goblin symbols on the wall and pulling at a lever. The walls started to 'tink' and 'clink' from unseen gears as the wall closed in around them and the room began to rise up towards the surface. Opening in another corridoor just a few hundred feet below the surface, Agatha showed little Areidene to a room built into the side of the lake. In fact, one wall was the surface of the lake. Magic was what kept the water from flooding into the room.
" You see the water; dearie? Its enchanted. I want you to touch the water, yes your will get wet, and imagine where you want to go. Then step through the water." Agatha paused.
" Hurry through, or you'll become soaked. When your free, run as far as you can. My suggestion is Sherlve port. Once your far enough away from Goblin Lands, you'll be safe. Take a boat when you can. There is plenty of gold coins in that bag of yours. Florin might be an unsafe destination; but, there is an island off the shores of Gilder. Aorthe Island. I know, its supposed to be deserted, but it isn't dearie. Go there and await the time when I mail you that it is safe to return. When the search is over.", Agatha knew in her heart that there wasn't to be a search if Marak's plan unfolded properly without a hitch; however, she could not let this girl know such knowledge. Once the 'people' of Aorthe Island knew of this girl, they would surely help her.
" Just tell the people of Aorthe the truth...That you are a stolen bride, and they will sympathize with you and take you in. But whatever you do, don't eat the Gillyweed.", With that, Agatha watched the girl imagine a forested scene and disappear into the magical wall. At that, Agatha crossed her arms and spoke an incantation to return her to her normal form. For some reason, wearing a facade was not as comforting as it was a moment before. Changing back was something this elf rarely did; but, there were still times when it was a necessary evil. It was her true form; yes, but she only changed back when she had matters of serious reflection to contemplate.
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In the amount of time it took for Aglariel to return to Marak's study, the Goblin King had begun mixing the necessary potions needed for the day. Tapping her fingers against the outside of the door before entering the room, Aglariel's quiet feet did not even warrant her son to turn around and look at her. The man seemed to have momentarily buried himself in his work; yes, himself. Her son had taken his natural form; hopefully, to stay. Perhaps to avoid feeling the intensity of feminine emotions. Shaking her head, Aglariel attempted to put her hand on his shoulder.
" It is done.", Marak nodded, and with her attention drifting down to the mixing bowl, Aglariel's eyes widened in distaste. A faint look of horror overshadowing her expression as the color drained from her pale cheeks.
" Your not going to use that; are you Degete?", Using her child's 'nickname' to differentiate himself from the thousands of previous 'Maraks' in his ancestral line, Marak frowned and turned his neck to only briefly glare towards his mother. He did not wish to speak, as Goblins abhorred lying of any kind and would rather tell the ugly truth than risk 'sweeting' the moment through untruths. 'Yes', Marak wordlessly said by that glare, and Aglariel wanted to stomp her foot. ' How dare he risk such a powerful enchantment. Did he not comprehend the consequences of doing such a thing?', With a heated huff, Aglariel knew that her son must know what he is doing by now, and in answer she transformed back to her 'goblin' persona.
" I shall leave you to your work; then, Degete. Please remember to eat something." With that, 'Agatha' left the study and made her way towards her own private quarters. ' Degete is a strong Marak, he knows what he's doing...', She had to keep quoting that little mantra amongst herself in order to believe in her heart what she knew to be true.
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Posted: Sun Feb 20, 2011 6:03 pm
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Į ωαs oηlỵ ɗrєαmίηg...X
Oƒ αηoŧһєr plαċє ίη ŧίmє...XX
Ŵһєrє my ƒαmίlỵ's ƒrom....XXX Linwe finished the dusting all too soon. It hadn’t kept her as occupied as she would have liked. The morning was still going to be around for a few more hours. Marak and her mother wouldn’t be by the tower until the night. This just left her waiting. Waiting for her life to practically end. All her dreams that she had of seeing the world would die. She couldn’t have that. She knew that the world held so many wonders and to think that she wouldn’t see any of them simply angered her.
A ridiculous thought struck Linwe at the moment. She had this thought every now and then. Basically it decided to rear its head when her mother refused her request to leave the tower. Why couldn’t she just leave the tower on her own? Her mother had her ways of entering the tower which involved magic. Linwe couldn’t use any of that. She wondered if there was some sort of underground entrance, or rather exit. Linwe had been looking something like that for years. So far, she hadn’t found anything.
That left one other option that she could think of. Making her way over to the window, Linwe looked out. She was quite high in the tower and it wasn’t the safest looking structure to climb down. Did she dare risk the danger just to leave and see the world? Her mother would be furious with her. Even if she were to survive the climb down there were those who were looking for her to kill her. Would she be able to defend herself against those people?
Linwe shook her head of these thoughts. She had to make this decision now or it would never happen. She couldn’t focus on the ifs and maybes of life. "Come on, Linwe. Do you want to see the world? Yes. Will you risk the dangers of such an adventure?” Linwe often talked to herself to figure out problems. It didn’t really matter if anyone thought she was weird because, well, no one was around to hear her anyway. After much thinking she was finally able to answer her last question. ”Yes It was settled then. She would leave her tower before she could be taken below. It was nothing against her mother at all. She loved her mother very much but she just had to do this. She wished there was a way to make her understand. IT wasn’t against Marak either. Linwe liked him very much as well but she wasn’t ready to give up on this world of hers that she hadn’t even seen yet.
Once the decision had been made, Linwe scurried around the house getting together a sack of things she would need on her journey. She wasn’t sure how long she would be gone or if she would even return. Making sure to pack plenty of food and a few other items, Linwe picked up her bow and a few arrows. She knew she would definitely need these should she come across anyone who meant her harm. Before she could leave however, Linwe wrote a note to her mother. She had to explain herself and try and give her mother reason to not worry. It would kill her inside to know that her mother would worry over her.
This is what the note said.
Dear Mother,
I’m sorry that I have left and you are probably wondering where I am. Please don’t worry.
I’m fine, I promise. I just couldn’t go with Marak underground yet. I know you don’t like
the outside world because of all the dangers it holds for me but I must see it. I’ve been
wanting to see it for as long as I can remember. So that’s where I’ve gone. I don’t know when
I’ll be back or if I will be back. I’m old enough to look out for myself so you mustn’t worry.
Know that I love you. This is just something I have to do.
Love, Linwe
After signing the note, Linwe took one last look at the tower. This had been her home for sixteen years now. It was a little sad to be leaving it but it was going to happen. She approached the ledge of the window and looked out. It was scary. She couldn’t deny that. Taking a deep breath for courage, Linwe climbed out of the window, hanging on to the ledge. Now it was simply a matter of finding the right places to put her feet. Her heart was pumping so fast from the fear and also the excitement.
(I thought I should get a post up and also this might move the plot a bit… I don’t know.)
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 8:50 pm
 XXXWhen I see you cry ✿✿ It makes me smile Hazel was quite enjoying the atmosphere of the morning. The sun was shining and it seemed like a perfect day to just have a bit of fun. Of course, fun for Hazel could well be considered trouble for others. She wasn’t too concerned about such things. It was what mattered to her after all, not anyone else. You had to look out for number one in this world and that was exactly what Hazel planned on doing. She had been told many a time that it wouldn’t kill her to be a bit nicer. This phrase didn’t make sense to Hazel. There were quite a few things that wouldn’t kill her and that didn’t mean that she would have to do them. It wouldn’t kill her to be mean to people either and that would contradict the kindness.
As she was getting lost in her thoughts, Hazel heard the sound of horses and the voices of men. This instantly peaked her interest and she made her way through the trees that she was hiding in, to sneak a better look. She didn’t quite catch all of their conversation but they all looked far too happy for Hazel to ignore them, especially the one with his cart. He looked way too cheerful to pass by Hazel without any sort of interaction.
Smiling, Hazel slowly tried to sneak up behind them in order to surprise. Hearing the silly one make a remark about going somewhere, she found it the most opportune time to speak up. ”And where are we going?!” She yelled the question quite loudly in order to spook them a bit. A smile broad on her face, she waited for one of them to speak.
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