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 Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 12:33 pm
One who enters Eshm Alari cannot be forced to leave.
They must leave of their own free will or by way of death.
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2014 2:10 pm
 ▬┤| α ι ℓ в ε |├▬ Ailbe was sitting at a small wrought iron table outside, bathed in the moonlight that casted over the strange little village she had been staying in. A warm cup of chamomile tea laced with arsenic found itself greeted by the banshee's lips. She set the poisoned drink down and looked up at the moon, relishing in its pale glow. The people--or creatures, rather--talked around her, although they weren't loud and obnoxious like the humans these days. Most of them had become fed up with living amongst the living and moved here. It was always night, and Ailbe liked it that way. She loved this little place in general; anytime she went to the city, she would keen and wail for weeks on end until Mabel's niece or grandson would drag her back out again.
Ailbe finished the last of her tea and set the dainty cup down gently. A tall, gangly creature with unnaturally long arms and legs swooped down and took the dish away. She thanked him and gave him a small tip of sparkly gemstones, such was the custom amongst the dead. The banshee rose and began towards the curving boardwalk over the dark lake, where flashes of bioluminescent fish and spirits could be seen. She heard a splash from behind her and knew some unlucky and unsuspecting mortal had taken the hand of a mischievous nixie and drowned. Ailbe crossed herself out of habit--she had been trapped following around Urban II's crusaders--and moved on with her "life". A pair of spiraling stone stairs rose out of the ground in front of her and she avoided them, like always. She opted instead to lay on the big hill and bathe in the full moon's light. She closed her eyes and sang a Gaelic hymn, which was picked up by other haunts and specters that originated in Ireland. A passing by human would think the place was haunted, which it was technically speaking, but the group was just as malevolent as a rabbit.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 10:55 pm
Now this was a nice change of scenery. A good deal better than the fluffy, sun shine beaches of Janhall's inland. Salvador didn't exactly know where he was, though, he did know that it wasn't very hospitable. That was fine though. He loved unfriendly environments. He was at home in them. Hell, he pretty much grew up in them...well, he did. Despite him living since ancient times, this was as close to home as he might have gotten. Ever since "home" became civilized and lost touch with it's more savage and untameable roots. Where he was, the ancient lycan had no idea, but he did like it.
Salvador walked in the grotesque and macabre Wonderland-like environment and parked himself down on a seemingly harmless bench to light up a cigar. He pulled out the long and thick scent Cuban from a case he had in his pocket. Before actually smoking, he took the time to appreciate it. the wolf ran the cigar under his nose and sighed with satisfaction. "Magnifico." Salvador then placed the cigar in his mouth before retrieving his jewel lighter and lighting the tip of the cigar. He let the tobacco filled tube sit his mouth before taking it out and blowing of a large cloud of thick scented smoke. This was the lycan favorite thing to do. Have a simple smoke on a park bench. That and participate in wars on the front lines in the mid of a nomansland.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 5:57 pm
▬┤| α ι ℓ в ε |├▬ After the ominous tune drifted away on the wind and departing spirits, the banshee rose from her resting place on the cool grass. She looked out over the little village, a slight sliver of paranoia beginning to wedge itself in her nerves. She backed away, and began towards the forest quickly, in the opposite direction of the village. But it was too late. A keen bubbled inside her, turning her eyes a milky white color.The banshee rose from the ground and her arms were yanked straight out. Mist swirled violently around her, whipping her long hair and chains. The wail erupted from her mouth in a high pitched screech. Any wild animals in the vicinity fled from the ear-piercing shriek. The moment passed and Ailbe fell to the ground in an exhausted heap.
These things always sapped some of her energy, and spirits nearby could feel it. Many of them were puzzled, since she only keened when a living person was to die, and not one at the hands of a resident in the village. No one noticed her glance up the stone stairs she had avoided like the plague. She gritted her teeth and rose once more, planting her feet firmly on the ground, which she didn't do often since it was much easier to glide above the grass.
She made her way to the park bench she usually sat on. Ailbe sat down before realizing it was already occupied. She looked over at the man who was smoking a cigar. Every few moments he would puff out a cloud of heavy smoke. She smiled faintly to herself and blew out her own form of smoke: the mist that hung around her body at all times. It flowed out of her mouth in graceful curves and swirls and glittered in the air before fading out of existence again. It wasn't near as thick as the smoke the man beside her blew.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 10:15 pm
(Screw it. If Artie can be in two places at once, so can Sal!) Salvador was enjoying himself and his little smoke until he heard the earsplitting scream in the distance. Normally, a human being would hear the scream as a distance sound, but Sal was no human. He heard the scream though it were right in his ear. The shrill wailing made his teeth clench and drop his cigar. The cuban smoke stick fell to the ground without a sound as it was drowned out by the scream. "Que chingados?!" The wolf cursed as the ungodly sound finally waned. Salvador looked to the source of the sound, to see a beautiful looking woman shrouded in a ghostly mist. "Ay, banshees." He said rolling his eye and leaning down to grab his half finished cigar.
The lycan put the cigar back in mouth and blew a few more puff before the banshee from before decided to join him and where he sat. She seemed to mimic his actions and blow her own kind of smoke. Salvador chuckled lightly as he watched her blow clouds of mist from her mouth. In response, the lycan took in a deep breath of the cigar and blew out several black rings, making a bullseyes target before imitating shooting at the center with his free hand. "So, what's a banshee doing so far away from leprechaun land?" Salvador spouted before kicked back on the park bench and letting his arms hang back on the ends. Amityvillager (So are her arms gone? o.O? )
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2014 8:39 am
▬┤| α ι ℓ в ε |├▬ The banshee watched the man--who she knew wasn't exactly human--blow smoke rings. She gave a faint smile, amused. Then when he asked why she was so far away from leprechaun land she just raised an eyebrow. She thought for a moment before responding:
"There's a woman who lives not too far from here, and I was tethered to her bloodline--the Ó Faolain lineage. She changed her last name, moved here centuries ago, then finally severed the bond that tied me to the family. I just took a liking to this place," she explained. She pulled one leg up and tucked it close to her chest and swung the other leg absently. She hoped she hadn't given away too much information about the woman, who had plenty of enemies. Leprechaun_Sean Yes, she has arms! Lol, where'd you get that idea?!
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2014 11:08 pm
Salvador listened to the banshee carefully before simply dismissing her cryptics words as nothing. Sure, he could put in the minute of effort it took to decipher what she meant, but why bother when there were better things to do. "Sooo, here's my translation of what you just said, nina. You're here because some dama made you come here all the from Ireland or Scotland or whichever place, but now you're free and you just now kinda like it here." Salvador looked to banshee to see if his summary was correct. While he waited, he continued to smoke his cigar until it ran its course, which wouldn't be for another half hour at least. Amityvillager ("The banshee rose from the ground and her arms were yanked straight out." That's what I read.)
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2014 9:31 am
▬┤| α ι ℓ в ε |├▬ Ailbe smiled; most weren't that quick to put together her words, but then again, he didn't seem to be most others. "Yes, you're right. Except for a moment ago, I don't get caught in all the screeching and howling that comes with being a banshee in this place. Most are already dead, and this place seems to have some sort of spell. Someone must have died in the forest nearby, I suppose," she said with a nonchalant wave of her hand, which caused the chains adorning her arms to clink together quietly. She silently watched a water nymph dig through a man's coat pockets, knowing it was the unfortunate fool who had gotten too close. Leprechaun_Sean Ah. By that I mean her arms are held straight out. I guess crucifix style, lol. I see where you got that, now.
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2014 3:52 pm
Salvador had to give a laughed when the banshee mentioned the place they were in must have been under some kind of spell.He had to concur. "I can tell. Right now, it's suppose to be the time of the New Moon, yet here it is right now. Shining bright like the stars. I feel like a god, when the moon is like this." Sal laughed as he took another puff of cigar. The roll of tobacco had accumulated enough ash on the end to need a good flick to get rid of it. The wolf then felt something in his pockets. His keen senses told him that he was being robbed. The wolf grinned as calmly reached back his and stabbed whatever it was with the his cigar. "Can I help you, pendeja?" Sal growled standing up with a large gun in his hand pointed at the little nymphs face.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2014 2:48 pm
▬┤| α ι ℓ в ε |├▬ Ailbe let out a hmm in response to Salvador's first comment. She couldn't help but agree. They sat for a moment in silence before Sal got to his feet, pulling out a gun in response. Before Ailbe could laugh in his face--normal bullets couldn't kill her--she realized the brown faced nymph crouched behind the bench. It was obvious to her it was a dryad, a tree nymph that lived at the edge of the forest. She also happened to know exactly which tree was hers. This little nymph seemed to have a fascination with shiny things, which you could see glinting in the moonlight when the branches of her tree moved in the wind.
Ailbe rose to her feet swiftly, pushing Salvador's gun hand down as she stood in front of him facing the little nymph. "This is the last time I'm saving you, Phaeta. The next time you try to pickpocket someone, you're bound to get killed. If you want something, just ask. Here," she sighed, exasperated. The banshee moved her hands into her hood, fiddling with something. In but a short moment, she held a shiny crystal earring that was shaped like a teardrop. "Now go."
After the nymph fled, Ailbe turned around and straightened Salvador's coat. She had wanted to do that the entire time she was in his presence. After patting him on the chest gently she stepped back and put her hands on her hips, which were cocked to one side. "So I suppose you're one of those who thinks a gun solves everything. she assumed, a small smirk on her face.
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 3:57 pm
Salvador's eyes stayed on his target before he was stopped by the banshee. The wolf put down his the shining barrel of his gun and put it back in the giant holster on his back. It turned out the creature who tried to pickpocket him had a name and was of some importance to the banshee. It mattered little to the lycan as he put the half finished cigar in his mouth and blew another cloud thick pungent smoke into the night air.
When the banshee was finally done with her nymph friend and sent her scurrying off somewhere else with a shining earring in hand, the banshee began to pad him done. Sal was a bit confused as to why she did so. She straightened his coat and made him look neat and proper. "Ok?" The werewolf murmured. He was then asked a question that he had been asked hundreds of time. He smiled at the banshee and blew another smoke. "Of course not." Salvador answered. "Sometimes you have to get physical, which is my personal favorite." The lycan cracked his knuckled, echoing a loud popping sound.
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 9:51 pm
▬┤| α ι ℓ в ε |├▬ Ailbe laughed as she shoved tendrils of dark hair and mist from her face. She shook her head slightly with a smile. "Technically, a gun isn't getting physical. But if you decided to pistol whip them. . ." she said with a shrug, knowing Salvador would understand. She chuckled and floated over to the bench to sit down on the arm closest to her. "But your personal favorite? My word," the banshee said with raised eyebrows and a wink. She shook her head again in amusement.
"If I were you, young and rash wolf, I'd watch threatening the beings around here. There are some that don't take kindly to violent visitors. Just a friendly word of advice," she told him with a faint smile. Then she rose to her feet, which were actually touching the ground this time. "Would you care to join me for a drink?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 1:32 pm
Salvador's lips curled into a more malicious smile. "Well, physical is just one. Another is going commando with two full automatic machine guns under both arms. But that was in Nam. Pinche Geneva Convention doesn't let me have fun anymore." The wolf seemed to growl at the thought of having his government contract to kill when deemed necessary revoked after the Vietnam War. Salvador also remembered having a pony tail that he thought looked nice.
The banshee then warned Sal of his possible fate in the land he resided in. He simply laughed and waved the notion of being killed by anything her away like it was nothing but superstition. "Ha! As if. Trust me, if there was anything here that could kill me, I would know. Also, I'm not as young as you think." When the ghostly woman dressed in chains and threads of black stood, she offered Salvador to join her in a drink. The wolf shrugged and considered the thought. He could go for a crisp drink. "Sure, why not."
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 1:50 pm
▬┤| α ι ℓ в ε |├▬ "Compared to me, you're young. I've been around a painfully long time," the banshee explained. Salvador accepted her invitation for a drink and she gave a small curtsy. "It's right this way, pup. Oh, and not every drink on the menu is, well, safe for mortal consumption." Ailbe began making her way across the boardwalk, pausing only long enough so Salvador could walk at her side. A few water nymphs peered from beneath the water and grinned at her, their teeth pointed and frightening. The banshee returned the smile, avoiding the grasping hands that tried to pull her off the boardwalk.
After a moment of thought, Ailbe asked: "What brings you here to our lovely town of Eshm Alari? Or are you here to avoid the Changing? Watch out for that hole." She said the last part absentmindedly, pulling her companion out of the way. "Ghost hole," she explained nonchalantly as they continued their walk.
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