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Picking Up Stars Vice Captain
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 Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 9:11 pm
Zykariel glanced at Nym for a moment and seemed to catch his message so he pushed himself off his bed and walked over to the furry creature petting at him. "Daddy should be coming up soon. You don't think he forgot about us do you Nym?" No, Daddy wouldn't forget about him. He scooped up the ferret and padded off downstairs in his footed pajamas, hugging Rawr in one arm and Nym in the other. "Daddy? Can I have a glass of milk and some cookies before reverie? Please? I ate all my dinner, even the veggies 'cause there was no yellow."
Zahara set up the last plate and glanced over at the little boy. So he didn't need a bath tonight. Silly Zykariel would go to the ends of the earth to avoid a bath. But she picked up a rag and turned her attention to the spots on the stove, scrubbing away at them. Allowing or not allowing was all Sev's department.
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 9:15 pm
A little chuckle at Ashlyn, obliging the griffin and giving her what her wanted, ever spoiling anything that wanted to be spoiled wasn't she? Husband, child, friends, pets...yes that certinally was Piper wasn't it? Well, when they all deserved it and gave it back in return as well. "You came back just for this, didn't you?" Again looking back to Malik. "Oh good, because I don't like people I don't know around our son. Makes me paranoid. And let's try to leave out the summonings? Next thing you know there will be random little...things...around the house and he'll be wearing his little self out." Though some nights, that probably wasn't such a bad thing. Ever deal with a little elf who was worn out compeletly but couldn't trance out into reverie? Oh it was a trying task to deal with.
"You can fit more cookies in you?" Then again that was a silly question wasn't it? Zykariel could always fit more cookies in himself...even if it made him sick. "You can have a little glass and one cookie." Thus fetching the boy said things and setting them at the table...food did not leave the kitchen in the Inthara house...gods forbid Sevilin find a crumb anywhere but the kitchen and his obsessive compulsive need to clean made him scrub the floors. "When you finish we'll go upstiars." Say goodnight to mom? Sevilin didn't tell the boy to and it was up to Zahara if she did or not. Yes it was all a very difficult, fragile, and specific set of ways in this house, seeing as Zahara was yet wasn't the boys mother.
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Picking Up Stars Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 9:25 pm
Zykariel sat at the table, happily eating his cookie and kicking his feet, before washing it down with milk. He tried to eat very slowly, savoring every little nibble and bite but not too slowly so that it would be noticeable. Finally it was all gone and he'd drank every drop of milk and there was no more stalling to be done. "Okay, I'm done." He took his glass over to the counter and stood on his tiptoes pushing it onto the middle of the smooth surface. A pensive look to Zahara. Was she in a good mood?
Zahara knew it was about that bedtime ritual and she was feeling generous so she gave the little boy a clue as to what she was feeling. Walking over to him, she ruffled his hair, then bent down and gave him a hug. "Sweet memories Zykariel. See you in the morning." A smile to Sevilin before she climbed the stairs and headed to his room to get herself ready for bed as well.
Zykariel hugged her tightly then skipped back off to his father, slipping his tiny hand into Sevilin's much bigger one and pulling him along upstairs. About halfway up he dropped his father's hand and headed up the rest of the way into his bedroom before pulling back covers and climbing into bed, Rawr held tightly in his arms. "Night Daddy."
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 11:23 pm
Orcs retreating into the maze of tunnels and cubbies quickly discovered that each hollow from the main entrance, only lead back to the main entrance. Thus, they could not escape pursuers, since they ran back into them. The ones who thought it would be clever to stay in the holes, quickly found them buried under the mountains of rock.
Fin was chasing after Leaf, and could almost keep up with her. But, the explosion sundered the lines, and he was knocked off his feet. A piece of bone slashed across his face, just below his eye. Leaf faired less well, and was succumbed to the darkness of unconsciousness. The defender rose to his feet quickly, and looked about the lines, noting where they had suffered the most casualties, but he could not turn his back on Leaf. His eyes always drifted back to her, and he could not help but feel that he was responsible for healing her. He quickly found his way beside her, and placed a hand on her head. He felt a very queer presence about him. IT was as though his entire body was encased in a warm light that could be described as a gentle spring air dissipating the cold air of winter. That feeling extended through his fingers, and into Leaf's troubled form. Fin was surprised by his sudden use of clerical magic, but could not subdue his joy at helping the woman. He pulled the bone fragment from her shoulder, and watched as the skin mended itself. He did not press enough energy into her as to wake her from her injury, so he picked her up and fell back to where the elves were gathering the wounded that would be spared (killing those they could not help). His eyes filled with sorrow as he noticed most of the youths were the warriors lost, youths about his age with about half his blood.
Sauntering around the mortally wounded, the elf tried his magic trick multiple times, but could not garner the same effect. He found a dying shield barer, perhaps fifteen years old. His eyes were brown, and his hair the colour of mud. An orcish glaive or spear had sundered the lad's side, tearing his lungs from his heart. He was alive solely from force of will, or maybe the fear of death. Fin tried to summon his healing touch, but it would not come to him. He vainly fought with his soul to reproduce the effect, but it would not come. Slowly, the life faded from the child's eyes, and Fin was recognized by a nearby soldier, who immediately pointed out the exiled to the others. They encircled him, and shouted their curses at Fin who was lost in the faded eyes of the child.
"CEASE YOUR PESTERING, YOU COWARDLY DOGS!" The minotaur's voice thundered against the rush of the crowd. "Leave this place, and these men to me." Warhammer order the Purians despite his lack of rank or place in this neck of the dark. He placed a great hand on Fin's shoulder, and snorted fiercely at the crowd, who dispersed to carry out their dark deeds. Warhammer gently pulled the elf away from the shield barer. "Come, there are the living we may help." He said in a very stern, yet warmly paternal voice. Warhammer was dressed as he normally did, in a loincloth made from some unknown animal skin. But, today he wore a sash with a sack tied to his back in the place of his hammer. Inside was a great many trinkets and first aid devices to provide him with the means to help many of the injured, up to a critical point. This was nothing compared to magic he used to wield at the will of the Earth Mother (which could have had him resurrect the dead), but he would try nonetheless.
Fin found himself sticking near the minotaur, despite the fact he had never meet or seen the creature before in his life. It was like finding a new teacher while walking in the market, yet not so simple a comparison is accurate. The elf could do some minor things, as could all the Purians, but most of the injuries were treated swiftly and with great effect by the minotaur (or through his instruction).
Zallikite walked with a heavy step about the manor, looking for various people. Mostly, he was looking for Cedric, who went missing during the battle. Orko said he saw a Purian pull the Songblade from the lake, but no one saw him since. Elric was wearily wondering near his room, simply trying to recall all the shots he made in that brief second he took his magical talents to task. He recalled his precision with some enmity, for thinking himself foolish for not aiming at more than one vital organ. Though, the enemy was wearing armour that protected them from most attacks, he had to make due with what he did. He still was disappointed with himself. His right hand hung limply beside his body while he pondered. Zallikite asked him the question, but the archer did not have much in a way of a response. So Zallikte moved on to Celeste, Tarathiel, Sstrl, Tames, and Orko for more information. Talon seemed to be the only one with a comfortable response. His exact words were, 'He's not dead, because I didn't kill him'. Oddly, that was comforting to the summoner. The only other person who seemed unaccounted for from the manor was Rydia. Stoneshaper was not worried, for she often would go and experiment in the nearby hills to learn more about her powers (and about her erased self).
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 11:24 pm
Near the manor, in a dark hillock where a certain young mage went to practice her magic safely away from any innocent person, since her old training ground seemed to be more crowed with some weird semi-reptilian creatures, Rydia poured an elixir over the fallen form of Cedric. She brushed his hair from his face, and washed the mud from his skin. She had removed some of his clothes, his cloak in particular, to better analyze the injuries. His right arm was brutally brandished by the explosion, and his leg from his impact with the sea. He would be hard pressed to walk win a few months left to heal on his own. Elves regenerated at a much greater speed than humans but that would not be sufficient to get the warrior up and walking again. Oddly, Rydia kept this gathering a secret, and to ensure it as much, heavily fortified her 'secret' (everyone knew where it was) training ground with anti-detection spells, even against normal and abnormal senses such as smell or tremorsense. Incase someone from that annoying Fortress came, a few of Orko's (more likely Roarke's stolen by Orko) erasing triggers. Why go to such an extent to stay hidden from everyone, ally and enemy alike? Simple, she wanted some time to be alone with Cedric. What a better way to have the elf all to herself than to be treating his injuries.
Five years ago, Rydia suddenly became involved with a strange allotment of people. Usurpers of the throne, drow pirates, and Purian exiles became her lot. She was taken from the Wizen Watch Tower by force, her mind warped into a state of complete obideance to her 'father', a druid named Stoneshaper. From the time she was captured, to today, she has only had a few brief moments where she felt alive. Once, she found herself somehow involved with the rescue of a girl, another by being forced to survive on an elvish ship called the Integrity. The first experience was a personal adventure into her lost past, which she considers presently to be a waste of time to think about. She did feel some hatred for what happened to her, but she understood that the alternative was death. Rydia enjoyed being alive, though she rarely felt like she was alive. The most invigorating part of her second life, after her second birth, was her stunted relationship with an elf named Cedric.
Cedric was always popular with the ladies. She did not quite understand why until she actually worked with him on the ship. He was a very calm, and understanding man. His attitude towards life showed his great many experiences, and he openly talked about recent history and how he was almost blinded by how absurd it was in retrospect. He was never quiet comfortable working with or under the person who killed his parents and teachers. But, Cedric seemed beyond revenge. That sense of greater purpose separated him from Celeste and Elric in the distant past (distant for a human), and Rydia found herself being sucked into his lonely world. A child-elf, who barely a shield barer lost his homeland to the barbarous (a Rydia-based description) drow. His master ordered the surviving elves to retreat and flee from the city, a general command meet by all, but followed by few, as the drow were very persistent in their assault on the city. A few of the forward scouts and the few remaining ships managed to get away. Those elves felt as though they betrayed their people, and some driven by despair sought other homes with other elves, where they could recall and immortalize their colleagues in writing and art, or what ever other means they had to remember them. Some of the surviving elves gathered together, and sought ways to get revenge, to sedate their growing hatred. Elric was the hungriest elf for revenge, and brought ruin to those that followed him (which lead to his atonement under the one he directed his hatred towards). Celeste stayed with her cousin, as they were the last of their line and she felt that her family ties should be followed with more zeal, than her romantic idealism. Thus, Cedric left on his own to seek out an escape from the grim reality of his homeland, an escape he often called philosophy. He tried to bury his memories in arguments of truth and lie. This was a hollow existance which allowed Cedric to remain uncorrupted by hatred. He sought a purpose beyond being alive or dead. That sense of duty seemed to draw Rydia into his golden eyes, where the hurt soul displayed his heart most profoundly.
Rydia startled when Cedric awoke, it must have been hours, or days (for she would never believe a shorter time than eternity). Her gentle fingers were touched by the elf's left hand, the right twitching gently besider the torso where the woman placed it. "Shhh..." She cooed, not really knowing what to say.
Cedric pulled his face from the clouds, and brought his inner light to bear on the woman who tended to him. "How fares the war?"
"It should be over long before now; those orcs never stood a chance. Though, I fear the Purians acted rather imprudently." Rydia didn't appreciate the tactics used. But, her opinion was that of a mage who saw such actions a futile and frivolous.
"Shh..." Cedric replied, cooing softly to the woman. "They had to feel that they defended their home, or they would feel dependent on us."
"Why did your attack fail?" Rydia asked, "The gas beneath the Orcs ignited, yet only a third were destroyed."
"It happens, I guess. Even the best laid plans are subject to mishap." The elf chuckled, but choked on his breath.
Rydia rushed forward, and cuddled Cedric's head. "I---" She tried to speak, but words were rushing past her normally pragmatic mind in a fury of emotions and curiosities.
Cedric smiled, "I'll live." He said with a very deep calm. "I will most certainly live... As a cripple." He laughed.
"I won’t let you." Rydia replied, and she smiled irkfully. "I won’t let you."
"You sound like a child." Cedric answered her statement, but brought his left arm to bear on Rydia's head gently.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 12:12 am
Tarathiel sat on the chair, and felt odd. He knew someone was missing, and from the way that Zallikite inquisited him, that person was Cedric. Even more frightfully, Tarathiel had suspected that Cedric would not be coming back to the manor today. That troubled him deeply. Hopping off the semi-comfortable wooden chair, the child elf wondered into the manor yet again. He was as strange in behaviour as the man who ressurected him. For, at once Tarathiel relaized that he was alone, he bagan to cry. But, upon his tears, he remembered he was looking for someone, which would make him be not alone anymore. Not being alone was his goal, so he would not be alone anymore. Yes, find Cedric to be with someone to end his loneliness... Wasn't he jsut sitting next to Celeste and a few maids? Probably, he did not like to be alone at all.
Thus, the child began his unsofisiticated search for Cedric. He looked everywhere he noramlly would, under the tables and chairs of the kitchen and dining areas, under the beds and in the closets, and underneath the laundry in the baskets by the basin. Cedric wasn't in Dietrich's house, nor was he in Meilikki's study. Nor was Cedric in the play rooms, or the sleeping rooms, or the training rooms, or the Elric's Secret Chamber locked away from Tarathiel so he wouldn't impale himself on an arrow by accident room, nor was he in the vault, the attic, the lounge, the sitting room, the recieving room, any of the guest rooms, or their bathrooms, or any of the bathrooms, or Aella's room (because Onyx was there), or in the pantry. Cedric liked to hide in the pantry when they played hide and go seek... Something about the smell of fresh food made him feel at home, or welcome, ro happy, or something nestalgic... The Pantry smelled like Aella in Tarathiel's opinion. The wizardry rooms where bare, so Cedric was not in the house... Unless he was in the forbidden under no circumstances ever go into Meilikki's private meditation chambers with out permission rooms... But Meilikki liked to talk to him in the kitchen. Something about the smell of fresh food made their converstation lighter...
The journy exaughsted the places within the house, so he would have to go outside to look more. Outside was forbidden without an adult. Somethign about a feral dragon living next to the house that would eat little elf children. That couldn't possibly be true. Why would a dragon live beside Meilikki's house, that was just absurd... Like Elric's facination of shooting things like arrows. Shooting a broom is one thing, but a chair is just rediculas. But... Elric did do it...
Outside was a very dark and scary place. Wet, muddy, and very unforgiving. Taratheil liked it outside. He felt... Ok. The deeper darkness of the underdark abyss was somewhat welcoming to the elf prince. IT was as though he could sense that the world had a great many things to offer, and he was going to have to go out there to get them. He smiled softly, for he rarely smiled any other way. Zallikite was hurt because Tarathiel did not laugh very loud at his jokes or his entertainments. Actually, most people seemed worried that he was never loud when he was happy.
Anyway, outside was a very dark and scary place. Quite naturally, an overactive imagination would have a field day. For example, an elf child might believe that an elf child eating dragon actually lived next to the manor... That was just silly. Well, that is what Tarathiel thought until he turned the corner, and walked onto the east wing of the manor (Where he had never actually gone in his life) and found a burrow... with a large dragon laying awkwardly across it. The child froze. The dragon turned his head towards him and sniffed the air. IT rose like a bat out of hell, and nearly brawled the child over. It brought its many toothed maw onto the child, as though its only intention was to devour him like a potato chip. Tarathiel did the only sensible thing. He stared it in the eye and said, "No. You cannot eat me." In a very stern and commanding voice.
The dragon lay right in front of the child, and poked him in the belly softly with his nose, and liked the whole of the child with one stroke of his tongue.
"Ewe... You kissed me." Tarathiel replied, very confused.
The dragon pushed his cranium into the child's chest, but not knocking the short thing over. The kid might have reached two thirds up the jaw, probably less than that.
"Uh..." Tarathiel didn't quite understand. If the dragon was so friendly, why was he told it would eat him? "Do you eat people?" Tarathiel asked at last.
The dragon purred.
"I don't think you eat people. Do you live her?" Another purr. "Are you, my friend?" Anothe purr. "Are you Cedric?" No response. "What are you doing here?" No response. "Can I pet you?" The dragon plopped down infront of the child, as though he was waiting for that very question. The prince placed a hand on the dragon's maw, and gently stroked the scales. They were very smooth, and strangely welcoming. The touch felt familiar, like an expierance from another life, but not familiar as though it were merely a dream. "I could ride you, couldn't I?" The dragon 'ate' the child, and spread his wings, and beat them a few times to get him into the air. He opened his maw slightly so that Tarathiel could see that he was infact, in the air. The dragon purred with the child in his mouth, causing Tarathiel to giggle with glea. The dragon swooped around the manor several times, before landing at the front gate and placing the child on the ground gently with his tongue. Tarathiel looked up at the creature with an awe inspireing glow.
Celeste was pale as a ghost standing in the doorway.
"Celeste, the dragon is my friend. He took me flying in the safest way. I can't fall out of his mouth." The child smiled softly, but more so than normal.
Celeste stumbled towards the dragon, and locked her eyes on his. "Lavithios..." She tried to repremed the dragon, but this was a weird situation. The dragon had just sat infron of the manor for five years without showing an ounce of interest in life, until the child appeared before him. No one minded, especiall Kimmuriel's former slaves, because he kept all the natural evils away (dragons are the top of the food chain). Celeste felt scared that he might actually swollow the child, but always knew that wasn't likely. Kimmuriel seemed very reluctant to use Lavi in battle. Bronze dragons after all, had a very noble and good reputation.
"Can I keep Him?" Tarathiel asked as he ran back, and stood defiantly infront of his new friend. "Because Cedric is missing, so i am missing a friend. He can be Cedric."
Lavi didn't seem to pleased with that thought.
Celeste breathed heavily for a moment, and then calmly said, "Cedric will be home shortly. I have faith that he will not die." He reasoning was astounding, or not. "Lavi... Lavi..." She tried to make some sentance come out of her mouth, "Can you still polymorph? Or have you forgotten?"
The dragon leaned back and breathed out a very odd noise, and shank to the size of a very large dog.
"Can you make yourself something... more... Elfish?"
The dragon became a drow.
"Something with pale skin?"
The dragon changed the skin colour to match Celeste's, which infact made him a few shades too pale. But, Celeste was content with that.
"Lavi, please come into the house to play with Tarathiel. He could use a friend as loyal as you." The dragon picked up the boy, and walked into the house. They passed Meilikki, Lavi smiled an spun Taratheil around in the air, and pointed at his mouth. The dragon still did not speak for some unknown reason still.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 11:04 am
At first meilikki did not recognize the man that passed her, the one that had Tarathiel in his arms. But his actions and the look in her eyes told her it was the dragon who had teken residence outsied her manor. She sighed and smiled, chuckling to herself. Surprised? Not at all.
She had noticed the young elf running from place to place, looking for someone. He did that often when he didn't know where someone was. He'd done it to her, to Celeste, to any regualr in the household. Although she didn't think the dragon was the one he was looking for, she was glad he'd found something.
She nodded. "Sure, why not?" And she got up to find the Oracle. In the hallway, she passed a mirror and paused. It was funny, hre reflection had never caught her attention before, at least not so suddenly. She starred into the mirror, thinking that something looked terribly wrong with her.
She reached up and took off the veil that had worn since her capture as a young half-elf. It lay in her hand limp and it looked to her as if she had taken a lie right off her face. She left it on the small table under the mirror, and decided to forget about it.
She found Meilikki near the main doorway, doing whatever it was the she needed to do these days.
"Ma, you know aobut the war on the Penisnula, right?"
"Of course."
She leaned over, trying not to ask the question but knowing she'd have to anyway. "Do you need me to go there?"
Meilikki nodded and waved a hand for the girl to follow. The made their way into a private kitchen, where staff were not allowed. This place had a fire on each wall, and a large cast iron pot with spits and ladles. Here Meilikki had set up a bit of a laboratory for brewing her potions. She handed Aella a paksack.
"This needs to get to the Peninsula. It's a potion to restore bloodloss, I think they will need this now." He placed her fingertips on the back. "The vials are very delicate, Aella. They cann not be bumped, or jostled, or otherwise broken, okay?"
"So...be careful with my bracers?"
"Very. And I need you to leave imidiatly."
"I just need to change into some traveling clothes, then I'll leave."
Meilikki nodded, not needing to say anything else.
Leaf woke from a groggy, painful sleep. She did not remember anything after being hit on the head, and now she lay on a stretcher in a row of other wounded. She was stripped to the waist, wrearing only her undershirt. Her arm and shoulder had been wrapped, but a touch with her fingers told her there was no tissue damage at this point, only sore and stiff muscles. She frowned. She clearly remembered the pain from being driven through with a piece of bone.
She placed a hand on her forehead and sat up slowly, headrush making her disey and her vision go black for a moment. Someone knelt down beside her.
"Are you feeling better, Leaf?"
A commrad. Either that, or the medic had read her dogtags. (A new feature in the Peninsula. It had become easier to identify the dead) "I have a headache, and I'm sore."
"You must have been belssed by some. I found vestiges of a wound, but you'd been healed."
"Healed? I though clerics were myths."
The medic shrugged. "You're free to go, just be careful. Your armor, weapons, and other clothes are rolled up at the foot of your stretcher." The medic looked up. "Which I am now going to ask you to vacate. We have more wounded comming in.
Leafe gathered her things and stood, finding a nearby rock to settle down on. She still needed rest, before she would find out what happen to Fin. She hoped he still lived.
Moonstone finished with Rusty's wounds. "There you go. All stitched up and wrapped." He looked at a clock on the wall. "And my shift is over. Why don't I take you to the Oracle's manor? We'll get some food and have your clothes mended."
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 3:25 pm
Malik for once was up early. and down stairs, talking with his necromantic servants. and he was not a happy Tier'dal.
"I should have sent Sevilin. he coudl have used his runes and simply destroyed those interlopers. or enhanced the orcs to be virtually immune that Kimmuriel's damned crew."
A moment of thought.
"Save the emperor. him only. if you have to, rip the soul clean of the body for redesposit in another. but I want him back under control. I want the threat to be alive."
Then a slight smirk.
"Send a few of your collegues out there. and one of the clerics. see if you can't get a kinder response to an offer to help."
before another few moments.
"I want one necromancer, one summoner, one illusionist, and one mage to meet me and piper in the arena later today. I'll call with Malvolence, you make sure thier ready and that they are on thier best behavior for Piper."
Onyx picked up the viel, and sniffed it. oh yeah he was keeping that, since she didn't want it, judging from her expression. there were several things that Onyx had that were Aella's at one point, and he was experimenting. trying to figure out the various smells, other than hers, on them.
the plan was to make something with these scents that were obviously comforting, or she was at least comfortable with, that woudl help her be at ease around him in more..private environs.
The Orc emperor and his honorguard were still fighting, and destroying, thier pursuers. A tiger backed into a corner. until the ground moved, and something undead came out of the ground, and butchered his guard...then a hand on his back with a small stone, and the Emperor's eyes went lifeless and he collapsed.
the essence emerald stashed in his robes, the necromancer, and his ally who had summoned the undead abomination, started thier way out of the tunnel, cleric in tow who wasn't looking very happy to be here. more like a frightened rabbit about to be put in a fox den. she had never been outside the fortress, obviously.
Thier job of course was two fold. offer help and give it...and in teh meantime, see if they coudl bolster thier master's own armies with the bulk of dead in this place. made the older necromancer's skin tingle to be around so much death and dead bodies ripe for all sorts of experimentation.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 4:12 pm
Aella was careful on her way to her bedroom to change, she didn't want to acidentaly jostle the backpack she had. She found Onyx on the way. "I have some thing to do, we'll have to take a raincheck on the play, okay?" She smiled, and left to go change.
She changed, she strapped on her bracers, and slowly, very slowly, made her way downstairs and out the door, where she flexed to get ready for her mad yet very careful dash.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 8:07 pm
He let himself be pulled upstiars and then took to tucking the tyke in, makine sure the boy, his dragon, and Nym who had taken to sleeping with the little drow, were all settled as they needed to be for the night. "Goodnight son." Thus pulling the covers up around his chin and brushing his hair away from his face before pressing a kiss to his forehead and dimming the lights in the room, giving the boy's hair a final pat before leaving him to his own reverie, and heading to his own room, getting ready for bed and settling in easy. Ah routines.
"Mommy." Wait. "Mommy." Wait again... "Mommy." Wrinkle the nose. "Mommy." Okay let's just be loud. "Mommy!" Giving a satisfied smile as Piper more or less was jolted from that tranced like state and blinked a few times, getting her bearings. "Hi.You're late."
Oh look, he wanted all of her attention already. Piper gave a yawn, rubbing the back of her hand over her eyes before pshing her hand through her hair and giving a chuckle. "Hi Twilight." Before looking over in the bed and indeed seeing Malik missing, hm he was up early. That meant he was planning things, or something had gone amiss in already carefully done plans. Her attention came back to her son, duely giving him a smile and pulling him into her lap, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "And I am not late. Daddy just got up before me is all. And you're always up early."
"He's downstairs where I can't go." Because he knew where he could go and where he couldn't go down there. He pretty much couldn't go anywhere down there without an adult with him though.
"Is he now?" Giving Malikhai another hug before setting him on the bed and getting herself up, walking to her closet to grab a change of clothes. Though this time her ensemble was accompanied by her surcoat over top of it. And thus dressed for the day she made her way back to the bed and picked up Malikhai. "Well I'm sure he's doing something important if he didn't get to see you yet today."
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 9:02 pm
Malik came back upstairs, thumbing through a few papers, and back up to thier room, grinning lightly at his wife and son, before setting them aside.
"Those people you wanted to meet should be ready soon, and then we can see about Malikhai's treat."
Then a grin at his son.
"Ready for breakfast?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 10:33 pm
A druid from Puria appeared amongst the defenders, and channelled a fair bit of magic to open a stream to the lava flow below. His magics enabled him to avoid an erruption, but he'd never explain how or why. The bodies of the dead were uncermoniously tossed into the pit, to be burned to ash. Orcs, like rats, are a festering ground for disease. Carrion Crawlers ruined a few of the silk habitats, so it was economically prudent to dispose of the surplus dead in the most efficent means possible. A pyre was out of the question, because that would cause too much pollution. So, the only avenues left open were simple bariel, the lava flows, or the sea. Bariel would hinder later defensive measures, and the sea would attrack dangerous fish. So, lava flows it is.
A tide passed, and the injured were hastily being treated with a managery of good from the simple aid of Warhammer, to the chemical potions of Meilikki, and the clerical magics of the cleric girl (who looked rather out of place treating people in the open). The battlefield was cleared. No injured or bodies were left behind. The rock formations were altered again, leaving gapping pit holes to prevent another accumilation of natural gas. The passages were altered once more, to create a rather confusing mess of tunnels that lead in more than one direction, but most ending in some sort of pit.
The black clad figure had disappeared when he was not needed passed the skirmishers, and the tertiary line broke up and refomed a defensive grid similar to the one used prior to the notice of war. That arms and armour of the orcs was smelted into farming implements, and building materials.
Fin sat against a rock, near where Cedric had begun the defensive trap against the orcs. He was watching the tunnels, listening for signs of life, which he only noted in the shallow footsteps of the fallen elf-kin. The sounds of their voices carried on the wind, the song of Corellon long forgotten by most, sung with the warm embrace of a child rekindling a love with a parent. Leaf was sitting on the other side of the Rock.
Orko fretted away in the study, writing down all the various details of the battle. He recorded the engagement from four angles just to make sure he did not miss at thing. These notes were compiled and copied, and sent to the King of Honoursfield, the King of Deep Water, the Oracle, the Chiefta of Puria, and to Roarke. The most curious part of the report was the death of the enemy leader. He wrote two versions of it, and sent one to the Oracle, and the others a variant of it. The talied damage was not taking lightly, and he measured the loss in three categories. The first category was called "life', the second 'materials' and the third 'environment'. In Orko's long service to Kimmuriel, he had complied many reports like this (it was one of his many primary duties) and knew how to be objective about a battle to the point where one could not tell if it had actually happened or not. He listed the names of the dead defenders as identified by the tags that were collected (but never given to Orko).
Cedric opened his eyes, and felt somehow drained of energy. He looked about the small room and noticed two things. The first was, he was not alone. Rydia was with him. The second, his damaged limbs had been covered with some kind of metalic coating that allowed them to function properly. Clenching and unclenching his right fist, Cedric was rather pleased and surprised with Rydia's talents. "Nice Work."
"You not so bad either." Rydia replied, causing Cedric to raise a brow, "I mean, you did do a major assult on an overwhelming enemy." She said with a very relaxed tone. Cedric just smiled in response.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 10:43 pm
Tarathiel had a very exciting day ahead of him. He was first going to finalize his understanding of the Dragon Alphebit, or was it a sylabic? Anyway, Tarathiel was going to complete his lessons on Dragon Script today. After that, he was going to have breakfeast with Celeste and Lavi. After that, he was going to be learning history with Elric. Elric was a good teacher despite how quiet he is, his tone and language are not dumbed to the mind of the audiance, but left how he normally talks and thinks. It was very good exercise to learn from Elric, because Elric was always Elric. Then, Tarathiel was going to have lunch with Lavi. Then, Tarathiel was going to play 'Brave Fencer' with Talon. Then, Tarathiel was going to play with Lavi. Then, Tarathiel was going to eat dinner with everyone. Because, Cedric said he would be home the day after the fighting was over. He said. He never lies. If he doesn't show up, Cedric is going to sleep on the couch. Yes, the couch, and catch a cold, and then be misserable for a few days while he recovers, and then Celeste will laugh at him, and the other girls he likes will shun him, and then Tarathiel will have Cedric all to himself. That would be nice, just the two of them together without some woman trying to pry them appart.
Tarathiel eagerly jumped out of bed, and roused Celeste. Who did seem somewhat less cheerful today. She was always unhappy when Cedric was not home. Tarathiel hugged her, and smiled with his ever so soft smile. She returned the affection, and the pair readied themselves for the day. Cleaned and awake, the pair sat in the corner of the room where Celeste had opened the Draconic dictionary a few months before. Tarathiel was apt at learning the writen scripts of different languages, but he was not so apt at speaking them. He prefered the languages that everyone used, and could almost talk to Tames. When the older elves spoke their homeland tongue, Tarathiel could follow, but could not join in as well as his more commonly used tongue. He would eventually be able to speak a great many languages.
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 12:33 am
The necromancers were quite...perturbed, at the destruction of all that potential raw matierial for thier own studies. but they offered help where they could. necromancy was the study of both life and death..so they new minor abilites for healing, mostly at self inflicted injuries to themselves.
the damned wizard didn't bother them too much. Malik already had his alibi and preparations..mostly they spent thier time with the druidic casters, the cleric girl with warhammer.
"It seems our lord was correct in his arguement. it was only a matter of time. the orc leader has been dealt with, and is as of now my property in spirit. Our lord has special arragements he prefers to use when dealing with the souls of those who wrong him."
The lead necromancer was speaking to the druidic leaders quite casually, despite the dead and the losses. after all...like most necromancers, they simply lacked a real caring for others.
"You were not the only ones moved against. though they could not breach the special defenses of our lord's tunnel into thier lands. Seeing as how this situation may reoccur, as after all, it did happen once...Our lord once again extends his offer of an alliance, on the terms he stated at the ball."
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Picking Up Stars Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 5:18 am
At some point during the night, though he doubted either parent could say when exactly, Zykariel had left his own bed, brought Rawr, and climbed in between the parents. He was used to seeing them sleep together, though sometimes Mother didn't even sleep at the house and sometimes she was in her own bed. He always crawled in with Daddy though and most of the time, Daddy would either roll him on top of his chest and hold him there or he'd snuggle back into him. Right now he was nestled tightly in the middle of them, his back to Sevilin's chest.
Zahara blinked as she was suddenly roused from reverie by who knew what, probably shifting of her bedmate. Lifting her head from the pillow, she judged it to not even be dark and early yet and rolled over, then stopped and had to blink again. Reaching out she lightly adjusted covers over Zykariel's little body, turning him a bit from where he'd started to go sidewise and petting through his hiar. She pressed a kiss to his cheek then lay back down, facing him and drifted back off.
A few hours later he was as up as up could get. Standing over his father, still on the bed, nudging him. "Daddy, It's time to get up. I'm hungry." He'd been told time and time again not to wake his mother up but at this point, he was seriously considering it. His tummy grumbled again and he sighed. "Daddy!"
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