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Erumara
May 29, 2010 13:30:37 GMT 1
Post by Culmir on May 29, 2010 13:30:37 GMT 1
The prickling sensation of being watched alerted Culmîr that someone else was in the house and observing her. Slowly moving her eyes to the right corners of her eyes she glanced at her katana resting on a chair well within her reach. Relaxing her posture so not to give away that she knew someone was there she casually reached out to the left so as to draw attention to her left hand. Moving swiftly she dodged to the right, her hand closing on the hilt of her katana as she unsheathed it in a smooth arch, slashing it down at whomever was behind her. With a dull clang the blade connected with another and Culmîr found herself glaring at Dracafrey who had easily parried her attack. Blowing a lock of red hair out of her eyes Culmîr sheathed her katana "Shouldn't sneak up on people" she said nonchalantly "They might think you're up to no good" she smirked as she turned back to her stew, beginning to pour it into two bowls before setting them on the table.
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Erumara
Jun 25, 2010 15:56:57 GMT 1
Post by Dracafrey on Jun 25, 2010 15:56:57 GMT 1
Dracafrey made his way into the kitchen and pulled out a chair to sit down in after Culmir noticed him watching her and informing him that he shouldnt sneak up on people. He watched return to her cooking and poured the stew into some bowls as he began to talk.
"So, when was it you got new clothes?" as he stared vividly at her, while her back was still towards him.
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Erumara
Jun 25, 2010 16:32:21 GMT 1
Post by Culmir on Jun 25, 2010 16:32:21 GMT 1
Culmîr noted the disdain in his words and repressed the urge to wince, straightening her back and forcing steel in her words and gaze she turned around "When I went into the town to get them" she replied, her voice lacking emotion. Setting one of the bowls in front of Dracafrey before turning around again to reach for the basket of bread she had prepared earlier "Why don't you like it?" she asked as she turned once more, an eyebrow raised slightly as she set the basket on the table. Taking a seat opposite of Dracafrey she picked up her spoon and watched the man sitting across her defiantly
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Post by xaen on Jul 1, 2010 0:56:48 GMT 1
"This will be my fourth month in this world and I have yet to see another of my people," Raedifinn Xaemdyr muttered to himself as he peered nervously about the Erumara’s main trade road from under the dark purple hooded robe he wore. He pulled the hood lower as he passed a group of travelers out of habit; though he knew that here his people were not feared. Raedifinn pretended to gawk at an interesting piece merchandise on one of the many stalls that periodically dotted the winding lane. The sun still stung his sensitive eyes, but not as badly as the first three months of constant expose to the big ball of flame. A display shelf of jewelry caught Raedifinn’s attention. Standing over the jewelry Raedifinn softly muttered a spell under his breath and waved his hand over the items. When no item glowed with an aura of blue, he let out a sigh of disappointment and continued along his way. If any had he would have definitely purchased it because that would mean his spell had detected a magic enchantment. Raedifinn decided it was high time to find an inn to stay at so he could memorize his spells and to get some much needed rest. By the late afternoon Raedifinn came across The Flaming Flagon Inn, a quaint little establishment with a nice taproom and cheap rooms for rent. The inn’s door was oddly painted a bright red, making the building stand out against the other builds next to it. The Flaming Flagon must have been built recently for the floor boards were freshly cut pine, same as the bar and the fourteen tables that sat periodically around the taproom floor. Light footsteps heralded the arrival of the inn’s owner. “Good day sir, welcome to The Flaming Flagon Inn! Would like a room or a warm meal?” The young man inquired of his purple robed guest, the young man stood a head taller than Raedifinn and had finely sculpted features, but had not a hair on his head. Leaving his hood pulled low, Raedifinn shifted closer and pulled a small coin purse from one of his bottomless pockets. The Drow’s melodious voice answered from the depths the violet hood, “I’ll take both, and I’ll be in town for awhile and this looked like a friendly place.” The innkeeper grinned merrily and shifted closer to the robed guest that drew four gold coins from his purse. “You could have picked no better place, good sir! Welcome!” He said merrily as Raedifinn dropped the four coins into the man’s hand. Rousing and commanding the small army of servers, cooks, maids and stable boys, the Innkeeper led Raedifinn to a table and then vanished from the room. The man reappeared a few moments later, his bright blue doublet and the shuffling of his leather boots heralding his arrival. The man stopped suddenly with a frightened look on his face, Raedifinn’s room key dangling from one pale finger. Raedifinn had finally removed his hood revealing his onyx black skin, his long luscious snow white hair, slightly pointed ears and amber colored eyes. “Is there a problem? Human?” he sneered at the gawking man, who shook his head in some form of an apology. “Forgive me Mister elf, I’ve never had the privilege of entertaining one of your people before,” The Innkeeper explained and then quickly added, “Especially One of the People with such dark skin and white hair!” Scowling Raedifinn tore the key from the man’s hand and stormed up to his room, stopping once to growl, “Send my meal to my room, and knock first!” He found his room easily enough and swiftly discarded the empty linen bag that he carried, but kept his steel dagger on his hip. The bag actually belonged to a burnt corpse that Raedifinn had left on the side of the road. The man only carried a few rations of food, an old dagger and a few books. He promptly sold the books and dagger to a travelling merchant, and naturally ate the rations. Pulling a thick tome from an impossibly small pocket, Raedifinn began to gaze over the many spells held within. He swiftly hid it when a knock on the door told him that his meal had arrived. The roast pork was a bit spicy for his liking and the vegetables were just a bit over done. After that he went back to his studying and then later drifted off into sleep.
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Post by xaen on Jul 18, 2010 2:41:50 GMT 1
"Impudent and pathetic humans! Such a useless species!" Raedifinn growled ferociously from under his low pulled violet hood as he stormed out of the Flaming Flagon Inn. He simple asked that young fool if there was a place were he could get some cow blood and that human idiot gawks at him like he had grown another head! “By all the drow gods’ above and their dark laughter! These damn humans seem to be even more pitiful than those back home!” He grumbled the foul curse so softly that if any of those passing him by wanted to hear him they would have had to put the ear on Raedifinn’s mouth. He stomped past several stores that were hardly worth his time, and continued on raging like a silent hurricane under his bright purple robes. Raedifinn amused himself with malicious thoughts of brutally torturing that bumbling baboon of a human and of eradicating this pitiful excuse of a town. While contemplating such cruel thoughts, did Raedifinn catch a rather interesting piece of a conversation with his powerful ears.
“That’s right he sent almost all of the soldiers up the mountain for training. Leaving us practically defenseless. Sure Lord Vyse left behind the veterans and those he deemed necessary. Though it seems foolish with whispers of war spreading through the land,” A rather scrawny human male said to a rather large and heavy build human male. The young scrawny male was sweeping the street idly, while his round older partner took an extended break from pushing a cart laden with bags of mortar. “Aye, he seems to be making rather rash decisions. But I trust the Lord Vyse, he has been loyal to the throne for as long as I can remember lad. And I don’t believe he would willing weaken the kingdom, unless he knew he still could defend us. Which I believe is what is happening,” The old barrel of man puffed at the young man and waddled over to his cart, preparing to continue on with his cart of goods. He waved the youngling back to work, and in a mild tone told the kid to respect his elder’s choices. The scrawny youngling mumbled his understanding and went back to work.
“Interesting, that’s news to me,” Raedifinn whispered to himself with a fierce smile on his face, though it was hidden by his violet hood. He removed himself from the wall he casually leaned against in the alley across from the street from the gossiping duo and began to stroll calmly the winding lanes and avenues that ran throughout the town of Erumara. As Raedifinn familiarized himself with the town’s layout, he pondered how best this war may help him acquire a position of power. Since he wasn’t a local, he unknowingly wandered down one of the worst alleys in the town as he mused quietly to himself. Four figures suddenly blocked the path before the drow and two others turned into the alley to block retreat. One of the four carried a large crossbow, another carried a wristbow and shortsword, while the other two carried regular warblades. Raedifinn lost his train of thought and glanced confusedly at the sky. “Hmm, I hardly noticed the sunset,” He unintentionally said out loud, completely ignoring the ruffians. The tallest of the four in front of him stepped closer and drew his war steel. “Aye tis late, mister scholar you should have gone home. But instead you were kind enough to….donate some money to those in need,” The ruffian with the sword snarled, drawing some amused chuckles from his little gang. Raedifinn gave the human a look of mild interest, not that the fool could see under the purple hood. “The sun has set making the world dark once more,” The purple robed drow who was mistaken for a scholar stated flatly to the thugs. Each in turn shot the purple robed figure a disbelieving look and laughed uncertainly at stranger. “Doesn’t the he know that were robbing him? I think this guys mind is fried,” One of the thugs behind Raedifinn whispered to his fellow, his fellow nodded his agreement. Their leader snarled like a dog, seeing the strangers statement as a disrespectful comment towards him. “To the hells with not killin nobody!” The leader roared and swiftly came within striking range of the gang’ latest victim. The purple robed stranger backed up a few paces and shouted a word in a language no one understood. The leader’s blade bounced harmlessly off of an invisible barrier a foot away from the stranger’s hooded head, with a startled yelp that was echoed by his gang he backed off and began to warily circle his opponent. Raedifinn was already deep into his spell casting, ignoring the click and thud of a crossbow quarrel bouncing off his shield barrier. The ruffian with the crossbow cursed loudly as he wound the loading mechanism and replaced the ineffective quarrel. The two behind him stayed where they were and same with the other two next to the crossbowman; they stared dumbfoundedly at the purple robed man who had used magic! Raedifinn spat out the last syllable of his spell and thrust his arm towards the gang leader guiding a lance of white hot fire into him, the leader hacked futilely at the extended appendage before bursting into flames. Before the others could shout in terror, Raedifinn touched the Xaemdyr family insignia brooch that was pinned on his robes just above his heart and swiftly ascended into the sky, hovering over the surprised faces of the thugs below. A wrist bolt and a crossbow bolt chased after him and bounced harmlessly off his shield barrier that expired just after the crossbow bolt bounced away. Raedifinn barked another arcane word and then began to cast another spell, one of the two rearguards had decided to flee and discovered the invisible barrier Raedifinn erected at both ends of the alley, trapping them like rats below him. Raedifinn finished two spells at once, creating another shield and firing eight fist sized red spheres of energy at the thug with the crossbow. They pounded into the man’s chest like hammer blows, his ribs audibly breaking under each impact. The crossbowman fell dead to the ground his weapon clattering away, giving the others pause. Raedifinn pulled his hood back revealing his true identity as he wove his final spell, taking thrill from their startled reactions. He aimed his long ebony fingers down at the thugs below and at the utterance of the final word, his chain lightening spell leaped from his fingers and bounced through all of the bandits below. They all convulsed crazily as the energy rushed into their bodies and blood oozed from their eyes, ears and mouths. They fell one by one dead to the ground no longer a threat to a certain dark elf. Who with a wave of his hand dispelled the barrier and descend back to earth, to walk calmly back to room at the inn feeling hungry. He was so immersed in the blood boiling thrill of killing that he forgot to pull his hood down.
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Erumara
Jul 18, 2010 13:52:43 GMT 1
Post by Dracafrey on Jul 18, 2010 13:52:43 GMT 1
Dracafrey ate the food Culmir had placed in front of him, staying silent to her question about her outfit for a couple minutes as he ate. Looking up at her, "It looks fine. But I told you not to leave. Your training isnt finished, you havent mastered your sword, and we are trying to stay oblivious from everyone. What if you had been followed, and then that person reports our where-abouts. Or what if the person you decided to get your outfit from would inform somebody of your presence? did you ever think of these things? Do you realise why I said not to leave?" As he finished the rest of his food and stood slowly taking his dish to the sink, "Thank you for the meal." As he headed out of the kitchen and in to his study to sit by the fire.
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Erumara
Jul 18, 2010 14:14:12 GMT 1
Post by Culmir on Jul 18, 2010 14:14:12 GMT 1
Culmîr fought the tremors of anger running down her spine as she listened to Dracafrey scolding her for not listening to him. Honestly didn't he think that she hadn't thought of all those things herself and weighed them off carefully before making her choice. Unlike him Culmîr had lived in Erumara for quite some time and the clothes maker was someone she had visited many a time before. And people would surely notice when the fiery little redhead from a foreign place suddenly disappeared without a trace. Plus there wasn't a thought in Culmîrs mind that doubted the tailor didn't blab, she was heavily counting on the unreliable mans nature of gossiping and spilling secrets that weren't his to share. After all she knew how to run business in Erumara after living there for such a long time. If there was anyone at all that was interested in Culmîr or her newfound companion they would of received exactly the information she wanted him or her to get. Eyes blazing Culmîr let Dracafrey chew her out and then turned her back on him the minute he left the room, let him believe she was as stupid as he just assumed her to be. She'd prove her worth to him somehow, whether it was in small town politics or swordsmanship. Setting herself to cleaning the cutlery, bowls and other utensils she used she allowed a small smile of satisfaction to grace her expression, her golden eyes sparkling deviously.
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Post by xaen on Aug 28, 2010 4:34:03 GMT 1
Kyrris dodged down an alley to lose any possible pursuit, not that he expected any, but an assassin doesn’t grow old by not being careful. Kyrris deactivated the form altering ring that he had reactivated once he had gotten past the castle gates. Moving at a swift jog, he reached modest town house in a couple of minutes. As he unlocked the front door Kyrris realized that he still wore that foppish wide brimmed hat and had forgotten his dagger in the throat of one of the guards. Entering his home, Kyrris shrugged to himself knowing that he could just summon the dagger at anytime. Locking the door behind him, Kyrris strode calmly upstairs, discarding his boots and hat at the base of the stairs. Reaching his room, Kyrris muttered “Aius” and the poniard appeared obediently in his empty left hand. He dropped the blade and his rapier onto the bed and walked over to the closet to retrieve his favourite black leather jerkin with the red trim and matching leather greaves. Having changed, Kyrris stowed the blood stained peasant clothes and wide brimmed hat in a secret compartment behind a cheap painting. Finished he retied his rapier, Taezi, back onto his left hip and grabbed his long leather coat as he headed out the front door. A short walk later, Kyrris arrived at the house that his informant said that Dracafrey was occupying. He knocked on the door and then folded his hands behind his back and waited for someone to answer. Then he noticed something out the corner of his eye and frowned as he watched a drow in purple robes walk casually up the street, the same one he had seen three streets ago. He pretended he didn’t see the dark elf and watched silently as the dark elf approached him.
Raedifinn quickly moved out of the way of a group of shouting and sword waving guards. One of them shouted something about finding “Lord Vyse’s killer”. No doubt this was the same Vyse he had heard about earlier. Raedifinn was nearly back to his tavern room when out of the corner of his eye his saw the most peculiar of things. “Could it be? A kaelyrian here?” Raedifinn whispered to himself as he watched the kaelyrian enter an ordinary town house. His curiosity made him casually lean against a build across the street and pretended to read his spellbook. A short while later his curiosity was rewarded when the angel elf emerged a little while later. Though the angel elf wore an entirely different outfit and moved swiftly down the street, clearly with a purpose. Raedifinn began to shadow the kaelyrian’s movements and found it odd how the angel elf dodged down side streets whenever a patrol of shouting soldiers rushed by. Soon enough Raedifinn found himself watching the kaelyrian walk onto the porch of a derelict house and knocked upon the door. Raedifinn slowly wandered up the lane towards the house trying to seem inconspicuous and failed. Raedifinn saw the angel elf’s expression change and the kaelyrian stiffen slightly. Knowing he was seen, though the kaelyrian clearly faked not seeing him. Raedifinn approached the kaelyrian and introduced himself at the same moment the door of the house swung open.
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Erumara
Sept 5, 2010 14:56:35 GMT 1
Post by Dracafrey on Sept 5, 2010 14:56:35 GMT 1
Dracafrey had sat down in his study staring at his fire as he heard a knock at his door. Muttering to himself if this had to do with Culmir's excursion the other night, as he stood up and headed towards the door. Looking back as he saw Culmir just about to come out of the kitchen to answer the door.
"No its alright I'll get it Culmir. You should get back to training. Our battle is soon to come." As he turned back and headed towards the door.
His hand reaching out and turning the knob and opening the door, letting in rays of light into the darkened house. Noticing it was the man he had hired for his task, as he opened his mouth slightly to speak, he saw another man beside him. Dracafrey's eyes narrowed as he stared Kyrris down intently.
"What is this Kyrris?"
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Erumara
Sept 5, 2010 17:16:33 GMT 1
Post by xaen on Sept 5, 2010 17:16:33 GMT 1
Kyrris didn’t bother to answer Dracafrey right away; instead he glared angrily at the dark elf and waited for the best moment. He didn’t have to wait long. Raedifinn turned away to look at who had opened the door, and Kyrris made his move. In a flash, Kyrris grappled the dark elf and held the blade of his rapier against Raedifinn’s neck. “I know not what this is yet, Lord Dracafrey. But I’m trying to find out!” Kyrris growled over his shoulder at Dracafrey, and then snapped his head back to stare down the dark elf. Raedifinn visibly twitched under his scrutiny, and Kyrris had to fight back an amused smile. “Why dark elf, have you followed me here?” Kyrris snarled at Raedifinn from down the length of his leveled rapier.
Once the door opened and a strange man appeared, Raedifinn turned away from the angel elf and towards the newcomer. Then suddenly a rapier was pressed against his neck and Kyrris had him in a powerful grapple. Raedifinn remained silent as Kyrris addressed the newcomer, who he called Dracafrey. The respect in the angel elf’s voice was almost sickening, respect for a lowly human. Raedifinn guessed this human must be powerful or something otherwise the angel elf wouldn’t be so respectful. When Kyrris’s grip tightened, Raedifinn decide it was time to answer him. “I was curious. I heard about the death of some lord Vyse or other and something about a war,” Raedifinn answered honestly as he shifted his gaze between Kyrris and Dracafrey.
“That doesn’t quite answer what I asked. So, what do you want from me and Dracafrey?” Kyrris growled as he pushed his rapier hard enough against the dark elf’s neck to draw blood.
Raedifinn winced at the stinging pain in his throat. He thought quietly to himself for a moment, and decided quickly. “If you are the ones behind this war and murder, I would like to join your army,” Raedifinn said looking down at the angel elf from the length of the blade. He turned to face Dracafrey and arrogantly spat, “You certainly seem to a stronger human than those who rule.” Kyrris eased up slightly and removed his blade from Raedifinn’s throat, he turned to look at Dracafrey who seemed to consider the offer lightly. Raedifinn did not like that at all, “Don’t take my offered assistance lightly because you should be honored that I’ve even considered it, human!” Dracafrey seemed amused by Raedifinn’s angry rant and so did Kyrris, who tried to suppress a chuckle but failed. Kyrris had released him, which allowed Raedifinn to unruffle his robes and straightened his long white hair. “Well! What’s your answer, human!!” Raedifinn growled truly angry and irritated now. Kyrris howled with laughter and Dracafrey seem almost ready to laugh as well, angering him further.
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Erumara
Sept 5, 2010 17:55:38 GMT 1
Post by Dracafrey on Sept 5, 2010 17:55:38 GMT 1
Dracafrey watched in amusement as Kyrris and the other man talked. Standing in the doorway in silence getting irrated with the man each time he called him human. Dracafrey smirked as the man offered his assisstance, and warning him not to take it lightly as he called him human once again.
"Hahaha, Your threatening me to not take your offer lightly. What amuses me most though, is that you actually think Im human. Ha your so naive."
Turning to Kyrris, "If this is all he offers Kyrris, I suggest you get rid of him, I have no use for him." As he turns and begins to make his way back to the dark house.
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Post by xaen on Sept 6, 2010 0:31:13 GMT 1
Raedifinn’s jaw dropped so far that he thought it would fall off. “Wha..Whaat!!?!?!” Raedifinn roared at the top of his lungs, “How dare you! Human or not you are still beneath my notice! Worm!” Dracafrey seemed unconcerned and continued to enter his home. His anger made him desperate for Dracafrey’s consideration, and Raedifinn felt deeply humiliated from being discarded by this worm! “You see those four building over there!” Raedifinn barked as he dodged past Kyrris and spun Dracafrey around by his shoulders, to point out the four houses on end of the lane a fair ways away. Dracafrey did not take kindly to this contact and promptly fed Raedifinn a knuckle sandwich. Raedifinn staggered back from the blow into the porch railing; aside from angering Dracafrey he got his attention once again. “Watch!” Raedifinn commanded as he rubbed his stinging jaws and began to chant arcane words. Kyrris groaned and grumble something like “Great he’s a gods blasted wizard!”. Raedifinn’s chanting grew louder as he waved his arms in elaborate patterns in the air. With a great over exaggerated flourish, Raedifinn sharply shouted the final word of arcane power. The ground began to shake viscously breaking glass in windows all over town. Then all four buildings suddenly combusted and people screamed from inside, the earthquake became even stronger. The villagers tried to extinguish the flames, but the flames ignored the water and continued to burn. The ground began to shake the buildings apart as if they were made of children’s building blocks. Then as quickly as it had begun the shaking stopped and the fires went instantly out. The villagers’ surprised and horrified voices could finally be heard and the four building were nothing but rubble. Then in a brilliant flash of light, the area around the four buildings exploded. When the light faded and they could see again, several other houses collapsed and three more were badly damaged, with no survivors. With satisfaction drawn across his face, Raedifinn turned back to Dracafrey and sneered, “Will you accept my assistance now?”
Kyrris stood dumbstruck by the sheer destructive nature of the spell. Oh how he hated wizards they were so unsubtle. The worst part of all, this wizard was a drow, the most arrogant race of beings in the multiverse! And clearly this dark elf was way more arrogant than most of his species. Even though Kyrris hated this wizard, he could not deny his uses. Though the choice was entirely up to Dracafrey. “Well, M’lord shall I silence him?” Kyrris asked the quiet and calculating man.
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Post by Dracafrey on Sept 6, 2010 1:05:08 GMT 1
Dracafrey smirked as the man stumbled backwards after punching square in his face. His anger still fuelling him as this arrogant man still insults him trying to offer his assistance as he begins to demonstrate his powers. Yawning as Dracafrey watches the man start casting his spell and watches the houses burn, and eventually explode. After the dust had settled you could see the four house that the man had pointed out were completely destroyed along with some other buildings that were damaged as well. Dracafrey's glance turning back onto the man as the man sneered his offer again.
"Your a fool."
Dracafrey stood there staring at the man as he raised his right hand.
"Look there again" he told the stranger.
Dracafrey closed his hand and then the area where the man had sent his spell was developed in a large sphere of energy and growing outwards rapidly. Dracafrey then snapped his fingers and the sphere exploded, throughing debris every which way, and a torrent of dust and wind, ripping off boards from the roof of the house they were at. After the dust and debris had finally settled, Dracafrey smirked at the man, as he payed witness to the destruction that laid before him. Nothing was left of the small town outside erumara's village, as Dracafrey began to laugh. His laughter stopped promptly as he lifted his hand once again, as a white orb began to grow in size above it. Within in seconds it had grown to the size of his hand and began to float off to the centre part of the destruction, growing even larger as it went. When it had reached it's destintation, it emitted a blindly light that lasted several seconds before disappating. And there before their eyes, the town had appeared once again, along with its villagers, unware of anything of the destruction of their village or their premature deaths that had happend moments ago.
"As you see stranger, I dont fear you, nor do I care for you. But I may perhaps allow you to join me. If you decide to keep your stupid comments to yourself. And make sure you dont threaten me, or believe you are of higher value, Drow." smirking as he turned on his and headed back in his house, speaking back over his shoulder to Kyrris.
"Allow him to live Kyrris, I'll see how much he's worth." as his figure disappeared into the darkness of the house.
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Post by xaen on Sept 6, 2010 1:36:06 GMT 1
Kyrris nodded and followed Dracafrey into his home, with a humbled Raedifinn at his heels. Unlike Raedifinn, He was not overly surprised by the power Dracafrey had exercised. Once they closed the door the house went even darker, but that hardly bothered him. “Excuse me, Lord Dracafrey. I originally came here to tell you that Vyse is dead,” Kyrris explained as he followed Dracafrey. Raedifinn remained silent. “Was wondering if you still require my skills. Because if you don’t, I would like my money,” Kyrris told Dracafrey, keeping his tone carefully neutral.
Raedifinn hardly heard anything and he had unwittingly followed Kyrris inside. His pride was deeply wounded and the magic he had learned over three hundred years of life seemed to be nothing compared to this human looking being. Raedifinn now wanted to prove his worth to this being, and hopefully to be rewarded. Before Dracafrey could reply to Kyrris’ question, Raedifinn saluted like a drow infantry man and shouted, “Command me Lord!”
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Erumara
Sept 6, 2010 15:12:29 GMT 1
Post by Culmir on Sept 6, 2010 15:12:29 GMT 1
Culmîr had finished cleaning the kitchen in a remarkably well temper, she hadn't thrown with any plates or other breakable things like the table or the cabinets and she was really quite smug about it. She had expected some kind of anger burst from Dracafrey other than him scolding her like a little child caught sticking gum under the table, when he hadn't she felt like she was back at home, it made her comfortable. She was about to go and see what was next on their little training schedule when a knock issued from the door, her golden eyes darted down the hallway towards the door and her feet soon followed. Just as she wandered close to the door Dracafrey emerged "No its alright I'll get it Culmir. You should get back to training. Our battle is soon to come." he said to her, she shrugged but he didn't notice as he had already turned and headed towards the door. Shrugging to herself Culmîr turned on her heel and headed to the training room just down the hallway, slipping into the room she closed the door behind her. She removed her katana from her back and looked at it, cleaned, polished and newly sharpened with skill, eyeing the sword appreciatively she unsheathed it, the hiss of the blade as it emerged sent shivers down Culmîr spine. Taking a few practice swings with it she heard the familiar soft hum of the blade slicing through air, the feeling elated her more than she was willing to admit, strapping her sheath diagonally over her back she slid the sword back into it and with a satisfying snick it lodged into its sheath. Her eyes moved slowly over the assorted weaponry all scattered against the walls in their corresponding weapon racks, it ranged from bows to pikes, from pikes to swords, from swords to daggers and all sorts of wickedly curved blades. Golden eyes glowing in the dimly lit room as they stopped onto a case of silver throwing stars, crossing the room Culmîr picked up the case and carried it to the practising dummy that was on the other side of the room, it was a crudely constructed doll stuffed with red dyed hay so it would show if it had been a good hit or not. Setting the case on a stool Culmîr flipped it open and picked up the throwing stars, examining them she chucked one as hard as she could at the dummy. Her aim was off and she sheared off the tufts of hay sticking out of the dummy's supposed head. Grumbling she adjusted her grip on the small but deadly discs of steel, she squinted slightly, judging the angle on which she should arch the weapon, swung her arm slightly back and sent the disc zooming through the room with an elegant flick of her wrist. The resounding thud of the weapon embedding itself into the dummy's face was satisfyingly loud. Retrieving the two discs Culmîr switched to the more curved set of stars, the discs were simple, round and sharp, the stars she had right now were curved with spikes protruding from the smooth sides to make removing the blade cause even more damage. Spinning she threw two of them in rapid succession at the door of the room where they splintered the wood and sunk into it like a hot knife through butter. Smirking she went to pull the knifes out when she heard muffled conversation from the hallway, Dracafreys voice sounded familiar enough to her to identify, there were two other people with him however whose voices she had never heard before, not even in the village which told her they were new in town. She didn't get much of the conversation but she did gain one names Kyrris. While the men seemed so preoccupied Culmîr slipped out of the room and concealed herself to the shadows retreating to another room further down the hall but leaving the less fortified door ajar so she could hear what was going on. Her eyes moved involuntarily to the village when she heard the rumbling sounds of an earthquake, she beheld the show of power through the window of the room. She was shocked to say the least to see the careless use of magic just to prove which one of the typical male egos had the proverbial biggest one of all. If she possessed the gift of rudimentary magic she would certainly not use it to prove who was better or who was stronger or showed more potential, sure if allegiances had to be swayed from one to the other the show of power would probably aid in pushing people into the right direction, namely hers. Other than that just to destroy a village to show that you had the magic and knew how to wield it seemed so trivial, power was more than just having the will to use it. Shaking her head Culmîr watched the scenery unfold before her eyes, how frantic the people bustled around to put out fires that were never there to begin with. She viewed how the village was destroyed by a sphere of pure darkness, she recognized the finesse of Dracafrey in its making. The smoldering ruins it left dug into her heart like nails being hammered into a coffin, she stowed away those feelings without remorse, she wasn’t home so she shouldn’t grieve for these people. With her next glance out of the window the village had returned and people went their own ways, oblivious of what had happened, it made Culmîr wonder if they knew at all that they were all simply sheep being herded to the slaughterhouse. A smile crept onto her face as she looked at the people, she heaved a sigh and stepped away from the window, her attention once more shifting to the unknown people in the hallway and an intriguing conversation she wouldn’t likely be invited to. The only thing Culmîr caught was Dracafrey speaking "As you see stranger, I dont fear you, nor do I care for you. But I may perhaps allow you to join me. If you decide to keep your stupid comments to yourself. And make sure you dont threaten me, or believe you are of higher value, Drow” Culmîr heard the pause and then a faint "Allow him to live Kyrris, I'll see how much he's worth." Clearly the nameless one in the house was a drow, a race Culmîr had only heard of and Kyrris was someone Dracafrey had dealt with earlier, if his manner of dealing with him was anything to go by. The footsteps of 3 people sounded faint in the house and leading to the larger sitting area in the house, narrowing her eyes Culmîr wondered how Dracafrey would react should she crash his little party. Deciding it was worth finding out she emerged from the room, her steps sultry like a cat on the prowl, a sway in her hips as she made her way after the men. She stopped just outside of the door, waiting as long as she thought it would take the men to seat themselves, placing her hands onto the double doors leading into the room she slammed them open. They banged loudly against the wall as she stepped through, the doors swinging closed behind her as she cocked her hip, an eyebrow raised slightly as she leaned her hand on her hip casually “Aren’t you going to introduce me to our company?” she asked Dracafrey sweetly, her golden eyes glowing brightly.
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