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 Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 2:41 pm
You post first...any idea will suit and I will follow.^^
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Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2006 8:53 pm
((Hmm. . . . . we could rip it from an interesting sci-fi novel I read. Very very interesting universe but I want to consult you on it first cause that'd just be good and polite and safe. . . and I'll do it despite that!!))
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 12:14 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 3:38 pm
It is always still in the eye of the storm. A perfect calm, a resolution to the chaos...a place devoid of any activity except that of breathing. That is how I lived the first three years of my life...or should I say six? As that is the age I was by the time those three years had come to pass. It was a bliss beyond compare, a dreamy delerium that I sometimes miss. But all dreams must end. The next four years of my life...were spent in training. My bdy ached from dusk till danw...and though I was a child, they trained me urther. Night was my companion, day my foe. I was to see the darkness, and ignore the light...instead, I saw both. My eyes missed nothing. I slept very little during those years...teh years in which my body matured at an incredible rate. A speed so intense that by seven I was that of a twenty-one year old woman...seductive, sensuous and archaically beautiful. I have remained that way since...no aging, nothing but the necromancy running through my veins. My name...is that what you ask? Well, listen, and I shall tell. My name is Blaire.
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It was cold in Sinuess, a dark shadowing falling over the city as it always did. The sun only ever shown for four hours each day, before slipping behind the peaks of Beldhroag, the Mountains of the Mist, and hiding until the next four on the next day. Her fiery red hair was drawn to a high pony tail, her crimson eyes hidden beneath the cowl that she wore. Her skin was draped in the cloak of midnigh wrapped about her shoulders. She was an enigma, a sight of curiousity, and a danger to all who were ignorant of her presence. She was a phantom. Her hands held tight upon the inn's door as she carefuly pulled it ajar. Inside was a tumult of activity, none of it halted, they knew who she was here...they knew what to expect.
Blaire sat herself at the bar and removed her hood, revealing the milky white, and I mean WHITE, skin of her ancestors. Upon her left cheek was a mark of her disgrace. "The usual Kam."
"Aye lassie."
Kam was a stocky little person, a dwarven female, teh onyl ever having been seen before who had curves to separate her from the rest of her people. She was actually very lovely, with her golden brown hair and her light blue eyes. It was a wonder that she did not get hit on my the typical bar fly. Then again...she was a spit fire when she needed to be...and no one wanted a pissed dwarf on their hands. "Me best brew."
"Thanks."
((Have fun with this Reaper^^))
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 12:38 am
((Sorry about the delay, I just sorta suck -.-))
Sinuess was a shady city to say the least. It had many, many things far worse than thieves, but foremost among the thieves was the name 'Reloquin'. That was all that was known of his masterful thievery. Well, that and he was male. His face was an enigma, as was all else of him. However, thieves and murderers were chased first above all else by the impressive city gaurd. As it so happened, Reloquin was wanted for both charges. His assassinations were legendary, his thefts beyond that, and the latter of the two categories numbered in the hundreds. The world had first heard the name of Reloquin Devries a solid score of years back, and they had first seen him kill only two ago. He continued to improve in the mysterious and nigh impossible natures of his crimes with each new one, and of course those are just the grand ones. He likely had, in a small pouch of holding, more than the royal court of Sinuess by four fold. But he was here wanted above all else for the assassination by poison, nightshade being present in all of his killings, of the royal princes, the two brothers who in three years time would have ruled together peacefully. So here above all else, was Reloquin hated and wanted to catch, stand trial, and be tortured slowly to death. Of course, the only way to catch him would be to do it in the act, seeing as in order to pursue somone you have to have at least a vague idea of what they look like, of which there are none of Reloquin Devries.
As it so happened, Reloquin Devries was 5'11", had dirty blonde hair to his mid back, a slight beard kept more out of neglect than style, and dark blue eyes. He had a smiling face, but his eyes spoke of no fool, a cunning look in those blue vaults that could never be indetified or properly remembered. He wore a very dark gray traveling cloak that covers cleanly the right half of his chest around to his left shoulder. The cloak, though fine, was the type of gray you don't remember too well, that seams to mix and blend with the rest of the grays and the gray matter of the brain itself to the point where rememberance slides off of him like water off a blade, though its inside, which he revealed when seducing prey, woman, and just the occasion stranger for practice, was a brilliant crimson. Underneath that cloak, on his right arm, was a three pronged claw, the blades a foot long, that shot outwards upon a twenty foot chain. That, was his weapon. That, and an assortment of gunpowder. He hailed from a miners town, and could mix powders like few others. This developed into a poison and various potion making hobby which originally booted him from his home.
But this eve he was not as his home. He entered the inn door, strangers looking at him for a moment and continuing their conversations the next. He walked over to the bar and sat next to a wom. . . no, not quite a woman. Well, she wasn't mortal at least, she certainly was one hell of a woman, despite the skin that milk would tarnish. Finest opal. A dwarven woman asked in a polite though still dwarven fashion what he wished for a drink. "I'll take. . .", he started softly, those of the opposite sex hearing his soft and silken voice losing whatever topic of conversation they were on, "a glass of your finest mead my fair lady." He smiled his white teeth. Not dazzling, but clean. They accented his voice perfectly, not too deep, but deep nonetheless. No mortal should have been able to grab a five yard radius of females attentions like that while ordering a drink, but of course, he wasn't mortal. At least, he wasn't anymore.
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 10:08 pm
Kam fougth a blush that, for some reason, wished to skip acorss her cheeks. She gave him a slight nod and fetched the mead more happily than she had fetched a drink for any person. Blaire's crimsons eyes never fell on the stranger at her side. She was used to his type. The charmer, one whos e past likely held more sine than her own. When Kam came back, she set the drink down and winked at the fellow. "Drink's on me laddy."
Blaire rolled her eyes, finally turning her head to see a blonde hair, blue eyes gentleman. He seemed rather amused by the fact that all of the opposit sex were no staring at him. The phantom felt the runes moving to the sruface. She whispered soemthing in the tongue of the dead, and they went away. In that moment, whatever mood the man had set was broken. All cleared their throats and returned to their conversations. Kam sighed.
"Blaire, did ye afta ta do dat?"
"Did I have to do what dwarf?" Blaire bit back, her eyes ablaze.
Kam placed her hands on her hips indignantly. "Speak dsat tongue lasie. Stop bein so pissy. I didna do nothin but de norm."
"If normal is gawking at a pretty boy, then sure, you were behaving completely in character." She stood, pulled her cowl back over he head and rolled her shoulders.
"Sorry bout er lad. Blaire's not de friendly type."
"I'm frinedly Kam."The phantom smirked, this only determined by the flashing of white teeth. "When I need to be. Welcome to Sinuess foreigner."
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 11:53 pm
"Thank you very kindly miss for the drink", he winked roguishly at her, his very words seaming to be the oral manifestation of attraction, "You've made a travelers day worthwhile."
He turned then to the spirit, whose origin he didn't know at a glance, that had muttered the necromantic languid charm to counter his own, his hand under the cloak tightening on the spring and powder loaded claw under it. "Why thank you miss", he replied in his normal voice, which was still naturally hypnotizing to those of the opposite sex, "I am happy to be here. I am Sanford Devries miss Blaire, assuming you would have inquired, which might or might not be accurate." Reloquin continued smiling genuinely. The simplest thing, but impossible thing to do as a full mortal, about lieing was learning to fake sincerity, an oxymoron though untracable if you could as the shadowmancer before the unknown spirit could.
Very few people would recognize the name DeVries as being Reloquins real one, and it wasn't particularly rare. Reloquin was spoken of almost entirely as his first name, even by high captains. It wasn't secret, but not even moderately close to being common knowledge. And the name Sanford would be forgotten soon. It was common and unremarkable in this part of the world. However, something was interesting about this odd woman in front of her, aside from her being an as of yet unidentified strain of undead or other spirit life. He let a flash of interest travel intracably to her eyes and back, assuming she would pick up on it.
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 7:09 pm
Her unreadable features did not shift, even as the intrigue flickered through his eyes. She tossed back her cloak, and unexpectedly, took a seat beside him. There was nothing but power on her aura. Power and contempt. These were masks, of course. As was her name...none knew her true name. And if they did, they dared not utter it. Blaire assumed that Kam knew who she had been before her falling into the seventh ring. She also was aware that Saraset, a spy for the first and supporter of the rebellion in the seventh knew her true calling. However, this was not relevant.
"Devries." She repeated,twisting her fingers through her hair idly. "I would have inquired, but likely,at a later date. However, since you have initiated the conversation, it would be best for me to remain and allow it to continue for a few more seconds." A smile simmered on her lips, but never quite brewed.
"Phantom. It is what I am. That is the curiousity in your eye."
"Rare breed she tis laddie. Second one I ever saw."
Blaire smirked. "True."
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 12:20 am
"On the contrary, I was curious to wonder what precisely a spirit would be doing a in a tavern," he stated, still smiling that confident and hypnotizing smile of his," But that, is also good to know. Now if only the knowledge that you were a phantom gave me the slightest hint of insight to what it means besides that which I somewhat noticed from the moment I noticed you, that being, you're not what most would call mortal."
Reloquin was very, very good at prancing and parrying and thrusting in conversation. He supposed a good thief should be, and one of his caliber therefore should be able to ramble on for days on end about nothing at all while still leaving an audience spell-bound. Being a bard was part of being a good thief. Of course, so was being an assassin, though he was also that anyway, and part of being that was knowing precisely when to hold ones tongue and wait for an answer. 'Not quite yet', his instincts read, and he continued on, still smiling in a small but warm gesture which through his intracable powers, traveled to his eyes despite still calculating the room. The exits, entrances, population, and other minute details it was best to remember should a hasty exit prove nessecary. He took on a mach tone of dead seriousness as he added, "I deduced this well kept secret of your lineage being different from the way you hold your cups, the precise twinge of your forefinger muscle is not that of a mortals. . . and then of course, your eyes are the exact crimson of blood." His friendly smiled returned, letting the curiosity stay in his eyes, below the surface enough to be visible, and let the girls giggling at his jest around him set a surface he hoped she would react to.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 7:02 pm
Again, an unreadable flicker in her unholy eyes before she departed whatever the emotion was with an annoyed wave of her hand. Blaire was patient on some days, and even more so on others. Today...well, it had been a long day and she was in no mood for...hm. Yes. He did hold himself as a thief would...and now that she thought about it, his name had a familiar ring. She kept a section of her mind roaming on the discovery while her other returned to the conversation at hand. "Some of my breed are mortal. Rather, the first was. It seems, though, by some form of evolution, that I am not. Your assumption would be correct. I am far from the ties of the living...and even further from those of the dead."
The dwarven bar keep snorted. "I'd give me last penny ta ken whet she be. Tis no wonder most don like er."
Blaire rolled her pecuilar eyes. "How quaint. Please continue in reminding me of how despised I am." Her tone was biting and it made the dwarf flinch a little. Sudden bursts of resent were not uncommon from Blaire. She being the only of her kind...made it irritating to exist at all. Her fingers removed themselves from her hair and settled on something beneath her cloak. Any trained eye could tell, that by the tilt of her wrist, it was a blde she had secured within her palm. Something had her on the edge.
"Blaire?"The dwarf asked, tilting her head up and towards the door before gasping the same gasp that resounded htroughout the tavern. They would come from time to time. Holding their heads high...looking for fresh meat. However, it was unsual that they came when Blaire was around. Any necromancer knew his or her place around the phantom. She was merciless with them...despite being similar in a way. There was blood between them...there always had been...even before her falling, the necromancers spoke ill of phantoms'. "Please don do n'yting craze lass."
Blaire was not listening, she was fixated on the center breeder. A human male who held in his left hand a rolled sheet of parchment. "Explain yourself Necros."
He looked over, cleared his throat, then unrolled the sheet and began to recite a speech that he had apparently bore from the Queen of the Necropolis just beyond the city of Valterohn. It spoke of a thief, assassin and all around trouble maker who the queen herself sought. She desired to hold audience with him and discuss options of sorts. The call was vague, but whomever said being was...well, they knew who they were. Blaire eased her hand away from her blade and crossed her arms about her chest. Once the man finished, he bowed, and exited the bar with the rest of his brethren. Blaire's keen eyes darted to Devries. There were never coincidences in Sinuess. "I believe...you're being summoned." She turned then and exited the bar. If he wished to speak to her further, then she knew that he would follow.
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Posted: Thu Feb 08, 2007 4:54 pm
((I hate you reaper....grrrr... stare ))
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 1:27 pm
((Ugh. . . the 8th was my court date I missed ='(!! Oh well, sorry. Lifes been depressing and engrossing))
Reloquin Devries raised a brow ever-so-slightly but didn't speak. He sat for a moment, considering options. His reputation had very rarely helped him in any way. Perhaps lady luck, his lover on countless heists, was extending her lust for him to that of the everyday as well.
He rose, taking one last look around, inparticularly at the females around him, casting any that met his eye the briefest flash of a smile, making them forget what they were doing entirely. But there was no sport in this. When it came down to it, he knew he could charm the clothes off of any of these 'canidates' in this bar without so much as mild effort. This red eyed vixen offered something other than a chance to easily fulfill a nights sex addiction. The grand master thief exited, no weapon ready, that being an added risk he decided to add to the situation, and sought out the woman.
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 10:29 am
His steps were quieter than most, graceful, purposeful. Yes...he was very much one of stealth. Charm...well, the charm only added to his addiction of not being held as suspicious. Blaire cared not her reputation...her appearance...her presence. They were all her own. She was not a pawn of society. "Curiousity can be both dangerous and rewarding in Sinuess Devries." She glanced at him over her should for the briefest of moments before continuing forward. "Following me may not be so troublesome, but answering the call of the Necromancing Queen...yes, going to teh Necropolis can be quite harrowing. "
She stopped then."Devries...at the forefront of my thoughts...I'd guess you are in some sort of trouble already?" She turned to face him, bringing her body within a hair's breath of his. She moved forward, resting her cheek gingerly on his own, her breath stirring the hair about his ear. "Does the unknown entice you Mister Devries?" Her hands strew themselves about his shoulders. "Does it heat your very core? Does it bring to a boil the passions lurking in the depths of your tainted soul?"
The phantom shifted, and she was twelve feet away from him, not a hair on her brow having stirred from the abruot motion. "Beware the mysterious Devries...for here...in Sinuess...it means your doom."
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 12:03 pm
Reloquin raised a brow a fraction of a milimeter as she shifted away. There were multiple ways of taking shortcuts through space, and shifting was by far the most efficent. A neuron somewhere in his mind flashed a moment of jealousy. His means were much more energy consuming. . . of course shifting was a full body motion, phasing could be done with as much or as little matter as the caster wished and had the power to move. He then thought of the queen. He had stolen from that kingdom on seventeen occasions, discounting pettier thefts, four of them from the palace, but what she probably wanted back. . .
"You would guess correctly on your assumptions." He made a slight flourish of his hand, calling the amulet from the depths of his hoarde, if he remembered correctly the only relic of power that remained with the royalty. The chain flowed from his right hand down into his left, the amulet following as he observed it. "One would suppose the queen wishes her symbol of authority returned. A pity she doesn't protect it more than simply keeping it under her corset." He eyed it for a moment and then his eyes flowed to the woman again. His eyes flowed with perfect grace, never darted, never shifting, but flowing like the liquid that was in them.
"Ones own doom shouldn't nessecarily be frowned upon. I suppose that would be hard to understand for somone who has always possessed it." Reloquin waved his right hand in a slight and memorized motion, running a finger along the womans cheek she pressed against his own, his hand remaining visibly where it was, the second being too short a time for light to realize it was gone. "However, I suppose I shall continue to follow one who so politely shows their interest in me", he spoke with a smile that would make a woman back at the bar jump on him and rip at his clothes without a thought of hesitation, but which he expected would have little if any effect on this creature.
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 3:54 pm
There was a laugh that came from everywhere. The very sound magnified by its own echo. A magnification that was obviously magically enhanced. "Dear boy," A suave, if not intimidating voice called from a deserted alley. There was no one to be seen. "The only interest she pays you is the one for your life. Fhala is addicted to power. Anyone in Sinuess who dies, whether it be by her hand or not, has their mortal energy drained by her. She is a phantom...she lives off death. That...is why you are so interesting." A man, tall, slender and with hair that was more vibrant an orange than any sunrise or set materialized from thin air. HIs skin was pale, his eyes nearly white. He wore the garb of a refined individual, but had a few specks of red spattered on the left sleeve of his tunic. He laughed again, this time the sound was less dramatic, but just as intense.
"Viktor." Blaire...or Fhala. As her name was now out in the open, snarled at the vampyr. "You blood sucking maggot." She bit, moving, unconsciously, between Reloquin and he.
"A maggot? No no no my sweet little enigma, I am far from being so noble a beast." He smiled, his eyes glittering with ungilded amusement. "I am just...vampyr."
"And a menace none the less." She glared. "You speak lies as always. Placing upon me that which you assume is my calling. Whether I be assassin or necromancer, neither concerns you, so leave both be."
The man shrugged. "Tsk tsk tsk....just trying to warn or new little friend. That is all." He walked by the both of them, stopping a few feet from Reloquin with a glimmer in his eerie gaze. "Cheers to the first man to have caught her attention so well that she would defend him. Until next time Fhala." And with that, the man was gone.
The phantom cursed, her voice sharp, annoyed...and...something else. She looked about, verifying that Reloquin was the only one to have heard her name. Then, she set her blazing eyes on him. "Do not speak that name around any. You will call me Blaire or I will do as he claims I do. I will consume your soul." She breathed then...the amulet. "Yes...Leyleen...has always been carelesss. Come. It is nearly morning...and the guard have grown more stern in their nature. You may stay with me if there is nowhere else for you to go. "
Fhala tilted her head, setting her face at an attractive angle. "We have much to discuss...you and I."
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