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Post by Malus Grimm on Dec 31, 2010 15:16:17 GMT -5
The sun gently smiled down through the trees upon the floor. The smell of fall lingered in the air, and the crisp odor of dead leaves enveloped the forest. There was a small rustle of leaves as a plain black shirt was dropped to the floor of the forest. A man or an elf man rather was standing next to the shirt, and removing his cloth and leather bindings from around his feet. His soft pale skin glowed with the light the sun spared him in the clearing. He dropped a small black pouch into his feet wrappings, and then stepped from his belongings towards the middle of the clearing. The elf sat down gracefully, before crossing his legs and closing his blood red eyes. The air immediately chilled around his body as his breathing grew shallower.
Meditation. It was the greatest form of rest for him, being both elf and weather mage. The process of meditation was an ancient art brought through centuries of practice, and little reform. A being with a life source filled with elements of power and magic would need to meditate in order to both enhance and free their ability from sticking to their soul or fading away into nothing. The pale elf's muscles tensed for a moment as his ears heard the movement of a doe less than a mile away. Instantly he relaxed, and his breathing slowed to a seven count every minute. Each breath was important for his method of meditation . The temperature dropped around him, and a soft breeze gently circled the man. This was a process known as element stretching, or allowing his magic to roam a small area around his body.
Element stretching prevented the power from separating from the user, and formed a bond between magic and master. After a few hours of meditation, the man seemed to awake from his trance before stretching his stiff muscles. "The physical body is so limiting.." He muttered to no one softly before standing. The elf's toned, lithe muscles moved handsomely under the surface of his skin as he began moving in a coordinated routine around the clearing. His grace, agility and speed would appear amazing to any onlooker, but most elven peoples could move in a similar manner once trained. It was important for the soul, body and mind to practice movement and stay physically fit. The silvery haired elf continued his routine while still hearing the voices of the forest, listening for any potential confrontation.
((Sorry it sucks so bad. I'm a bit out of practice with this character, and I just recently got back into a medieval-ish fantasy role-play on deviantArt, so I'm still rusty. XD Most of my recent RPs have been futuristic or present time fantasy RPs.))
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Post by Romano on Dec 31, 2010 16:29:47 GMT -5
The thick air made her lungs hurt and she vividly imagined her lungs filling with water from the dense atmosphere. The heat was overwhelming compared to the chill of Har'ol and the sun was making it hard to see exactly what her surroundings were. Fortunately she hadn't moved to far into elven domain and it was for that reason she had left at such an early time. She would need the cover of darkness once she entered the elven kingdom. A thick black lithe robe covered her body and a heavy hood weighted down, blocking much of the sun. The sky looked bloodied as it was moving towards the western horizon to make way for the moon. She rarely traveled alone but she had spent hours pondering the possibilities of the different outcomes if she had taken her bodyguard with her. In the end she decided that he would do best to stay at the temple to keep up the appearance that she was still there, to prevent anyone from following her. After all, drow assassins would be more lethal than surface elves any day. Her fingers carefully opened the fleshy demonic book to a page where a golden-red flower was pictured, to remind herself what exactly she was looking for. She didn't like going into enemy territory alone, but it had to be done.
She kept to the shadows of the trees, her feet barely making the dry underbrush rustle. Her red eyes sometimes caught the remaining light of the sun and she squinted uncomfortably. She constantly shifted her eyes, looking at the ground for the flower, to the trees for outposts and back down to the book. She stopped in her tracks for a moment pondering where to go next, the wind gently grabbing a hold on her soft heavy robe and hair, tossing it around, giving her the appearance of a fata morgana in the woods. She was as out of place here as a demon in a baking contest. She decided to push it further to the northwest, deeper into enemy territory, as there were no signs of the illusive plant.
After making sure nobody was watching her, she slowly bowed down and tied a purple leathery string to a shrub to mark her way. Again it was risky, but it would be worse if she got lost in this place. after making sure that no animal or wind would steal her trail of breadcrumbs she got up and continued her journey, checking her book occasionally as she did so. Without knowing it she got closer to the place where the surface elf had just finished meditating. She would, to an unknowing man, look harmless as her dagger and whip where carefully concealed under her traveling robe.
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Post by Malus Grimm on Dec 31, 2010 16:55:26 GMT -5
The elf stopped suddenly - his foot and leg were arched high in the air in a full swinging kick. He composed himself, looking around sharply with his red eyes. He wrinkled his nose and peered through some trees. The elf was sure he could smell something, not right...and the very light, almost non-existent sounds of rustling leaves backed up his theory that someone was nearby. The man closed his eyes and began to focus his energy around him before inhaling deeply. He was almost sure now that someone lingered nearby. Sighing he gently exhaled, and a great wind tossed leaves about causing a great noise. As the leaves shifted and danced, he quickly grabbed his things before grasping a branch to a tree and climbing. He hoped whoever was walking about would be curious by all the ruckus in the quiet of the forest and would wander right into his view.
The elf perched on a high branch and slowly slipped his shirt and feet bindings back on, before tucking his black pouch away in the fold of his wrappings. It was quite unfortunate he did not bring his weapons from his hut only a few miles away to this lovely clearing. The elf huffed with irritation at himself for being so foolish not to carry a weapon. He made a mental note that next time he'd at least bring his outer belt for weapons, and then continued to watch his favorite clearing for whomever he had heard.
'Oi! You should kill whoever it is Taron!' a voice mocked from the back of his mind.
"Shut up." Taron growled softly.
'You really are such a coward brother. I should have merged with a more useful body...' The voice mused playfully.
((Just so you know, all italics are Solmyr, his secondary identity. A lot of people with DID often hear their alter egos in their head regardless of what personality is in control.))
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Post by Romano on Dec 31, 2010 17:57:36 GMT -5
Zarrundra froze as the loud noise disturbed the peaceful forest. The well known itching sensation of adrenaline crawled under her skin making her senses more alert, and her heart started to race. She quickly pressed up against a tree and reached under her robe for the leathery red dyed whip she always carried on her. Her soft nightblack fingers carefully attached the sharp razors at the end of her whip while she kept an eye towards the sound. She listened intensely for a while and calmed herself, forcing her breathing back to normal. She took a glance at the setting sun and cursed it for taking its damn time. It occurred to her that she could wait at the tree to get hunted down or be the hunter. If anyone were going to attack her she could always conjure up some of Lolth's magical darkness, although it bugged her to think that she might have to leave her endeavour. Slowly she pussyfooted from the tree, her muscles flexed and her eyes were shifty. She twiddled with the handle of the whip to get a firmer grip with her moist hands.
She stopped when she came to the clearing where the wind was still dancing lightly. All her alarms were ringing at the sight of the open ground and suddenly she became aware of how cluttered the trees were. She pushed the worries aside and silently whispered a spell in a language that would send chills up most decent peoples spine. The shadows seemed to obey the command given by the woman as they split from their original shades and crawled up the body of the woman, forming a dark transparent suit of shadows, as if they were caressing her in a loving embrace. She surveyed the area shortly before stepping into the clearing, scowling at the dancing wind in the middle, as if it had made an attack on her persona. She disliked wind in general, it was unnatural, unsettling for a person who lived underground.
The small stature of the drow, standing in the wind with the bladed whip, wrapped in unnatural shadows made the remaining wildlife scamper.
((Lol.. Arguing with yourself will always leave amusing conversations))
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Post by Malus Grimm on Dec 31, 2010 18:24:59 GMT -5
Taron watched and waited. There. The person had shown themselves. He looked down from the tree across the clearing where a drow stood at the edge. What in the gods name was a drow doing in Eria? They were underground folk, and as he knew them, they hated light and all things that weren't drow. Taron's red eyes gazed from the tree curiously as she enchanted her own body with shadows.
'Oh she's pretty...'
As Zarrundra stepped into the clearing, Taron inhaled gently and the wind died down almost instantly. 'You know you're boring Taron. She looks more fun to be with than you. I bet you two would make a nice couple.' The elf sighed at his brother before shifting slightly in the tree. Honestly, he was a little irritated that this drow had the nerve to walk right into his clearing in the middle of his afternoon ritual. She had to have a damn good reason to be walking right into enemy territory. Any other elf of his kind would likely attack her the moment they laid eyes upon her. But, Taron knew better. He had no gauge of her strength, or her purpose. For all he knew, she could be lost. Regardless of whether she was his race's enemy, it didn't make her his enemy.
The slender elf leaned forward grabbing a branch, before letting himself hang over the ground. He let go, and landed softly on the floor of the forest, now directly facing Zarrundra.
'Oh! Oh! You're going to kill her right?!'
Taron sighed, "Why are you here drow?" He asked, looking at her very seriously. His tone was not threatening in any way, and his demeanor suggested only slight curiosity and mild irritation.
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Post by Romano on Jan 1, 2011 6:48:03 GMT -5
As the wind suddenly stopped as per command Zarrundra reacted by placing her right foot behind her and dragging the whip back with the movement, ready to strike. The razors catching the dead leaves on the ground, clearing a curved line of bare ground where it passed. To her surprise, instead of being shot this elf had the guts to come down to her. Her eyes wandered from his feet to his empty hands, to the hair hanging down in his red eyes... Wait what? She squinted her eyes and scrutinized him again. She had never seen a surface elf with red eyes before, granted, she hadn't seen many elf's but it seemed out of place still. She wasn't sure if it was the sun and her limited sight that played tricks on her mind. She would have to consult the libraries back home to find out the reason for this strange occurrence. Aware that where there was elf, many could be close by, she kept an ear for sounds indicating that they where not alone. The silence in the woods told tales that this was most likely not the case. Of course elf's where known to be able to hide their presence, but it still gave her a measure of confidence.
As the tall elf cousin spoke the words of his language, irritation build up in her from the deepest depths of her nature. The beautiful language had an annoying ring to it that bothered her as if small hot needles where pricking and prodding her skin. She sneered followed by a deep sigh. "Yes, I am going to take time out of my schedule to learn your annoying language, just so I can communicate with random surface dwellers whenever I take a stroll in the forest" her voice resonanced in the clearing with a dark undertone of the drow language which she spoke in. As snide as the comment was, she didn't expect him to understand a word of it.
"What?" She growled in the more common elvish tongue used to communicate across the elven species. As much as it annoyed her to speak in that language, this could take all night if she didn't. The large towering trees with branches that seemed to reach out to choke her caught the light of the setting sun, and a picture of a blood-drenched dueling ring sprung to mind in the drow. A picture she found strangely amusing and appealing.
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Post by Malus Grimm on Jan 1, 2011 14:44:47 GMT -5
Taron stared with mild interest as she examined him, and then he peered behind her, his gaze catching her weapon. She could kill him right there, on the spot. Or try at least. But his face showed no fear, or even disgust. In fact, aside from the slight irritation, and interest his face was rather plain. He didn't know if that was even her only weapon, and he didn't seem to be worried all that much. The elf shifted slightly as the sun leaked through the leaves as it finally touched the horizon.
'Look she's even got style! Look at that Taron, I bet she could slice you in half!'
The drow began talking in her own tongue, and he merely stared, ignoring the annoyance in the back of his head. He'd heard drow before, and even learned a few words, and so he didn't really quite understand her sentence as he was not fluent in their language. Taron had figured if he addressed her in his own tongue, perhaps she would us a commoner tongue which he knew. Lucky for him, it appeared she did.
"Why are you here?" He asked again, this time using the same language as her. The middle ground that was left between drow and high elf despite the war still remained -the commoner elf tongue. "There is no one else here. Just me." Taron assured her calmly. He wasn't sure what type of person she was, whether she'd attack just for fun, or attempt to avoid situations such as these.
'I hope she kills you.'
"You'd be dead too then." Taron muttered under his breath without thinking. He drew his eyes away from the drow hoping to the gods she hadn't heard anything.
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Post by Romano on Jan 1, 2011 17:54:08 GMT -5
Her eyebrows shot up, astonished by the nerve this elf had to threaten her. A snicker escaped her lips "Is that so? What makes you think I won't cut you down as soon as you move the wrong muscle. No, you got it all wrong, if you make a wrong move it will only be your blood seeping into the ground tonight" She straightened her back and stood in her full height, which wasn't very impressive, yet she still had an exotic regalness to her. It was obvious that she was used to being in charge by the way she posed herself "Don't you worry your pretty head, I'm not an assassin sent to take care of an insignificant surface elf. Don't flatter yourself". The arrogance was seeping through her voice as she spoke, the thick accent only adding to the effect.
"But now that you ask.." Her voice had suddenly become velvety, a sound that both promised the world and the destruction of it. The snicker had been replaced by a supple smirk, both proud and flirtatious, a sight that,put together, looked intimidating and manipulative. Her movements became softer and more graceful, as she advanced toward the elf. The whip dragging along behind her, making it hard to figure out if the advancement was meant as a threat or not. "I am actually looking for something in these godforsaken woods. Help me find it, and in return I will consider not scarring that perfect skin of yours." She stopped about 10 inches from the elf, a length at which it would be exceedingly difficult to use her long whip. At this close range she could see the elf better and confirmed the color of his eyes. A dampened sweet perfumed scent rose from her body, and she ogled him, still with the self-important smirk on her lips.
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Post by Malus Grimm on Jan 2, 2011 0:39:36 GMT -5
"Oh well you're mighty big," Taron retorted to the drow. "I wasn't talking to you anyways." He said as she assumed he was threatening her. "I was talking that tree there," Taron pointed at an indistinct tree behind her smiling. 'A tree Taron?! Really? That's how you think of your loving brother?'
"He said 'I hope she kills you.', and I was telling him that he'd be dead too if I died for I am the only one he has for a friend." Taron didn't at all seem to be bothered by her arrogance, or even her threat. He However, it quickly got weird for the elf. She started getting flirty, and seductive, which just seemed strange and gross.
"Okay now you're just disrespecting yourself," Taron urged gently before stepping back from her. 'Oh see, she likes you!' He sighed, looking at her whip, and then meeting her eyes. "Threatening someone who you need help from. I see you have a way with men then?" He smiled calmly. "Well go ahead then, you just try and ruin my skin." He nodded at her, as if permitting her to use her weapon. The elf's red eyes flickered with slight amusement. She acted mighty and tall, but she sure was short. He suspected the drow was making up for that with her threats, and arrogance. He wasn't too worried though; with his elements and his agility as an assassin he could get out of the way of her whip. However, a small part of Taron doubted she'd use it. It was obvious she needed something from him.
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Post by Romano on Jan 2, 2011 8:20:04 GMT -5
Zarrundra seemed to be pleased by his uneasiness and she visibly relaxed, enjoying this game. perhaps I can get a good amount for him on the market. Some do have odd taste in men. Perhaps he can go in the arena? Wonder if he can do anything. She slightly tilted her head to the side, perplexed by his odd response "A tree? That's absurd.. However, I did hear your kind had an unhealthy relationship with them." She resisted the urge to laugh and grinned instead. This elf was obviously completely mental. Were all of his kind like this?
With her left hand she pulled the hood down now that the sun wasn't directly in her face. A cascade of white locks fell down her head, shoulders and down her back. Her left pointed ear had two golden rings at the tip that gleamed "I always have my way with men, and women for that matter" She took a provocative step forward since the elf seemed to be uncomfortable with her closeness "Clever, it would be impossible for me to use my whip so close. Bold as well.. But what makes you think I need a whip to break your skin?"
Her annoyance had been replaced by amusement, she had the entire night to find her missing reagent and at this rate she was pretty sure he would lead her to it. He hadn't left yet or attacked her. Which meant he was either too scared, which she doubted judging on his attitude, or he didn't have anything better to do. Of course there could be another reason, but it would work in her favor she was confident of that. The shadows that had earlier wrapped around her body slowly faded into nothing.
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Post by Malus Grimm on Jan 2, 2011 19:02:17 GMT -5
"Do you flirt with every man you meet? Even those that you despise?" Taron asked grinning now. He examined her closely as she pulled her hood down. She certainly wasn't as frightening as she attempted to act. In fact, Taron sort of thought she was cute in a weird way. She seemed so high and mighty, a quality he found amusing in this woman who had no way to gauge her opponent, and obviously thought little about what he may or may not be able to do.
"You know, you could work on your scary voice a bit more. It needs some work. But I've no concern for trespassing drows," he nodded at her. "You're free to do whatever you please here in this forest, and I won't stop you...regardless if you're a foot from my face, or a mile away."
'Of course you do! She could rip you in half by the looks of it you idiot!'
"Solmyr," Taron looked directly past the drow at the tree. "You're quite loud today, please don't interrupt our conversation. It's rude." He smiled as if apologizing for the obnoxious tree after he finished his reprimand at the tree.
'I'm not a damn tree you worthless prick!'
"So, you said you were looking for something? Shouldn't you be off then? I was in the middle of my eve stretches when you so rudely walked into the clearing." Taron said still smiling towards Zarrundra. Taron gently inhaled and all the cool air from the clearing evaporated, and the temperature lifted at least three degrees. He couldn't remember quite so if drows preferred the cold, or heat. He went with cold, and so Taron sucked the heat from the air around them, hoping that would encourage the strange drow to continue on.
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Post by Romano on Jan 4, 2011 15:56:40 GMT -5
Zarrundra shook her head and tilted it slightly, causing her to look through a wall of white hair. "I don't 'flirt'." her voice had regained its edge. The notion seemed absurd to her, one of those words that, like love, was seen as something deplorable. As the impudent elf continued to sass her, the rage that had subsided in her began to rise, and she clenched her whip harder. The blood rushing to her head made her eyes seem several tones darker and she stared at him as if she could make him blow up on the spot. His constant chatter about rude trees made her think that the reason he was so laid-back could be because he was in contact with his elf-kin. Perhaps he was a mage? It would certainly explain his lack of weapons.
Her anger rose even more when he had the audacity to dismiss her. She felt like it was going to seep through her skin and explode. When the elf started to raise the temperature of the surrounding, troubling her breathing further, making her large robe seem even heavier she didn't care if there were an army waiting for her anymore. "How's this for a scary voice" She said with anger and contempt dripping from every word. She began chanting some fast words in her own language, feeling the sensational feeling of her Goddess' first Claw, Demzer, rising in her, unlocking one of the spells granted to her.
She made a quick movement with her left hand, reaching out towards the imprudent elf's throat to finish her spell. The spell who would cause immense pain to the subject, as if his intestines where being pulled with smoldering irons and his skin where being peeled of. The pain would momentarily stun the elf and make decrease his mobility from the extreme agony.
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Post by Malus Grimm on Jan 9, 2011 11:00:18 GMT -5
((Sorry it's not that great. :\))
Taron watched with slight interest as the drow began to furiously speak in her own tongue. He caught perhaps one or two words, but didn't really understand anything else or the context. Was she cursing at him or what? The elf started to turn, however as he did so the drow grabbed his arm. The feeling was like nothing he’d ever felt in his life. Agony seeped from his arm and shot through his entire body. Magic. She had used magic. It took every ounce of control he had learned over the years not to scream, however his face seemed to have contorted into a rather nasty expression.
’What the hell did she do?!’ The voice in his head was sharp, magnified by the immense, searing pain he was experiencing. The air around the two seemed to get heavy as Taron’s soul full of magic reacted to the attack, and Taron grimaced before reaching his hand as much as he could muster towards the sky, before pulling down. Droplets of rain began to pour down through the trees at them, followed by lightning striking right behind the drow. He had not threatened her life in anyway, and yet she attacked him. The games were over for them, and Taron knew she’d likely try to hurt him again. He stumbled backwards, the pain still ripping through his body, and still curdling his blood.
“Leave.” He spat at her. Taron could feel the effects of her spell fading, but it sure was taking its damn time. “Next time, I won’t miss.” He implied that he had controlled the lightning, and he hoped she’d just move on her way. He had no need to kill some drow looking for something here in their forest. He did not kill people just because of their race, or language.
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Post by Romano on Jan 25, 2011 2:20:40 GMT -5
She felt the power of her Goddess Lolth leave her body and punish her foe, it gave her an immense feel of power, pleasure, a release for her anger in the form of pure pain. A smirk escaped her lips as she watched the elf writhe in pain, she was taken a back, however, that the elf did not scream as so many tended to. It was not the first time she had witnessed the stubborn will of surface els, but it didn't cease to admire her some. Even the other elf had screamed 'till he died. She didn't have long to ponder the nature of elf's and their mindset.
Her smirk was wiped away when he called down heavy droplets of rain, soaking her hair and making her heavy robe even heavier. She barely had the time to think Oh fuck. She could feel the electric charges in the air just before the lightning emerged from the ground next to her. She was attacked by a series of sensory inputs. First was the flashing light that burned her eyes, making everything around her disappear in a blur of shadows and light leaving only her hearing which was abruptly swept away moments later when an enormous bang tore her left eardrum and left her temporary deaf on both ears. Her world had been diminished to a world of ringing and shadows in a split second. The shock of the attack send her to her knees, one hand on the wet soil in front of her to keep balance to a spinning world, the other to hear left ear who send trickles of blood down her neck, pink from being watered down from the heavy downpour.
She lifted her chin, trying to locate the elf, but she might as well have been blind, a glazed look over her red eyes. Her white hair that had been neatly combed hang flat down her face and shoulders. The air around her was still static, and her hair would for sure have reacted if the water had not held it down. She didn't hear a word of what he said, but she had no doubt that the elf where not happy with her little attack. Usually whenever she attacked people they got scared, not angry.
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Post by Malus Grimm on Feb 28, 2011 22:52:09 GMT -5
Taron stared as the drow fell to her knees. The pain had subsided, however a shiver shuttered down Taron's spine as he imagined ever being cursed with such a feeling again. He reached his pale fingers towards the sky and closed his hand. The rain diminished so suddenly to nothing more than a slight sprinkle. The temperature returned, and a small breeze was welcomed in the heated and intense clearing. Taron stared at her helplessly on the ground for a moment before sighing and giving in.
The elf quickly moved to her side and slid one of his arms under her robe and helped her up to her feet. It was a reluctant action on his behalf, however Taron hoped it would convince her that she should leave. There was a glare riddled upon his face, but nonetheless Taron felt badly for going out on her so terribly. As soon as she was on her feet, he immediately stepped away.
"You should leave drow," He urged sternly. Taron's eyes seemed to spark with electricity and danger as he spoke to Zarrundra.
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