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Erumara
Oct 10, 2010 16:52:46 GMT 1
Post by Dracafrey on Oct 10, 2010 16:52:46 GMT 1
Dracafrey had followed Kyrris into the lounge and listened to the man's explaination. Nodding his head and hm'ing to himself.
"It was long ago... but could it be." he silently whispered aloud to himself.
Looking towards Kyrris, "Thank you for bringing me this information promptly." Tossing the Angel Elf a mid size bag of gold.
"Here's a little bonus for that information and warning you just gave me. But as for the other job. I still would like you to complete, just be cautious and try to avoid the angel if you can."
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Erumara
Oct 13, 2010 12:33:47 GMT 1
Post by Culmir on Oct 13, 2010 12:33:47 GMT 1
Culmîr made her way back to the lounge slowly, thinking she'd get some time to herself where she could do some research of her own when she heard voices echoing down the hall. Her curiosity piqued as she slowly sauntered down the hall catching glimpses of Dracafrey following Kyrris down the hall to the sitting room. She stopped down the hall, her golden eyes locked onto their form as she listened closely to what was being said. “I apologize for returning so soon, but I have already learned a lot about Atlymaer Draynzar.” Kyrris spoke as he turned his back on both her and Dracafrey, making his way down the hall into the lounge. An eyebrow arched slowly as Culmîr exchanged glances with Dracafrey, following the assassin into the spacious room, watching him take a seat on one of the many couches and chairs in the room. Standing at the door Culmîr leaned up against the doorframe, her head tilted a little as Kyrris continued his story. “I was confronted by an angel, an archangel to be precise. According to him, Atlymaer is some great historian or something, and from how the angel badgered me for information; I ’m pretty sure that this Archangel is also after Atlymaer. Also, he was shocked by something about my appearance and repeatedly asked “Whom do you work for?” It was odd, I fear he may know of your presence….don’t worry I hurt him badly with a natural ability granted to me by my heritage, and I managed to escape over an hour ago.” Culmîr barely managed to keep the shock from registering on her face as she crossed her arms slowly, her golden eyes not leaving Kyrris. Amidst her own pondering Culmîr barely caught what he was saying "Thank you for bringing me this information promptly, here's a little bonus for that information and warning you just gave me. But as for the other job. I still would like you to complete, just be cautious and try to avoid the angel if you can." Golden eyes followed the bag of gold as it arched through the air, landing easily in Kyrris's grasp before Culmîr returned to her own speculations. "You mention an inherent ability that you used to fight him off, could you maybe elaborate on that? Angels aren't generally easily hurt so I'm quite curious how you managed" she said pointedly as she looked over the assassin.
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Erumara
Oct 13, 2010 21:26:21 GMT 1
Post by xaen on Oct 13, 2010 21:26:21 GMT 1
[Kyrris shoved the offered coin into a pocket not really caring for it. He nodded briskly to convey his understanding and added a quick, “It shall be done, Dracafey”
Kyrris turned his attention to Culmir’s curious question about his inherent powers, he thought it was odd she would ask such a question because everyone knew the powers of a Kaelyrian. Only as that thought finished flowing through his mind, did Kyrris realize why she had ask. As far as she was concerned he was an elf! The assassin burst out in laughter at his lapse in memory, he had forgotten that his people were only native to Ilaentur; his home world. Culmir misunderstood his amusement, but she did well to hide it except that her hands had curled into fists. Kyrris settled himself and explained himself.
“My apologies if you thought I was laughing at you, I was laughing at myself.” He put on a friendly and disarming smile, gestured his defining elf features.
“You probably think me an elf don’t you? You see Kaelyrian only resemble elves that’s why most think we are elves. We are our own people, and we share no ties with the elves.” He watched with some satisfaction as an expression of childish interest spread across the usually cold woman’s face. Kyrris locked gazes with her and continued his explanation.
“The Kaelyrian people share a deep connection with the celestial energy of the multi-verse. My people have learned how to channel the power in their blood for defensive and offensive purposes, I sadly lack the ability to make anything grander than a lance of celestial energy because of a family misfortune.” Kyrris broke eye contact with Culmir as those unwelcome memories flooded into his mind, but he managed to break through the mounting depression to finish.
“We are one of the four elder races of Ilaentur. The races are: the Valdrians, who were deeply connected with nature, but now they are connected with…demonic energy, for lack of a better term. Then the Jyorslians who share a connection with the arcane energy. The fourth, we believe to be extinct so we know not their powers. ” With an exaggerated grunt, Kyrris rose from his seat and headed for the chamber door. He stopped in the doorway to properly answer Culmir’s question. “I use a celestial lance to severely injury the angel. For celestial energy is one of the few things that can harm an Archangel,” He was halfway into the hall when he stopped for the second time, having remembered something. Kyrris reached into a vest pocket and produced from it a simple chain necklace, a silver ring with a small ruby, and a gold loop earring with sapphires and emeralds inserted along the band. He tossed these items to Culmir, who deftly caught and looked at him with a perplexed look in her eyes.
“These items are for you to split amongst yourselves, including the drow. These items when activated will enchant your weapon with celestial fire, which will allow you to hurt an angel. I don’t know if you’ll ever encounter one, but one would be better off prepared. Wouldn’t you agree?” He asked the question rhetorically. With a smile he held up his right hand with his palm to himself, show them a similar silver ring with a ruby and gold one as well. “I have one of my own, if I have to deal with that archangel again.”
Kyrris’ smile slowly slide off his face, which was replaced by a curious frown, “Where’s that irritating dark elf?”
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Post by Dracafrey on Nov 6, 2010 17:51:46 GMT 1
While Kyrris had been describing his ability to injure angels, Dracafrey thought of ages past where he had encoutered these angels before; an elite team to take down pure evil in the world.
"How... I thought we had destroyed their entire team..." speaking silently to himself as his focus was brought back to the room as Kyrris had finished talking and asked where the dark elf was.
"Well the Dark Elf was last in the training room with Culmir." As he looked over to Culmir, seeing her a little battered from her training session.
"So what is that man doing then? since he isnt out here with you."
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Post by Culmir on Nov 6, 2010 18:06:13 GMT 1
Culmîr kept an eye on Kyrris as he explained what exactly he was and how come he had managed to fight off the angel. She was mildly intrigued by the idea that there was a sentient race that had a profound connection to the angels and also the power to possibly combat them, though lots of the angel elves would likely die it was worth noting that should the angels decide to step out of bounds they could be harmed. Culmîr didn't move as Kyrris moved past her out of the room, answering her initial question of how she had harmed the angel that had cornered him on the rooftops, tilting her head she let that idea mull around in her head for a small while. She heard the rustle of clothes as Kyrris turned around once he had strode past, she turned to see what he wanted when she noted a glint of jewellery flying through the air towards her, catching the items she stared at them momentarily. Culmîr nodded absently at what he was saying, shifting the items in her palm as she looked down upon them, she glanced up at his comment about better being prepared and caught sight of the ring around his own hand. "Fair enough, and the dark elf is probably still somewhere unconscious from training" she said as she waved him off impatiently, shutting the door behind her as she walked back into the study where Dracafrey still sat on the couch, she sauntered over to him slowly, as she held the jewellery lightly in her hand. She came up behind the couch and behind Dracafrey, placing her free hand lightly on his left shoulder, dragging it over his shoulders slowly as she slid to the right, past the couch and ended up in front of him. She smiled seductively at him, tossing her flaming red hair back lightly as she then straddled Dracafrey, one leg on each side of him, settling herself on his lap as she opened her palm to present him with the items. "Personally" she whispered "I don't think the earring would suit you very well" she arched an eyebrow slightly as she leaned in, nipping lightly at his earlobe teasingly before she leaned back and placed the earring beside them on the couch. Turning her tawny eyes onto the chain she snorted softly "This isn't worthy for a dark lord like you" she whispered again as she discarded the chain as well, leaving her with the ruby ring which she slid slowly onto his long fingers "Perfect" she purred, locking her smoldering golden eyes onto Dracafreys silver ones.
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Post by Dracafrey on Nov 6, 2010 18:17:54 GMT 1
Dracafrey watched curiously as Culmir came around him and straddled herself over his lap. Watching her intently as she looked through the jewellery Kyrris had thrown to her in the hall. Smiling at her as she protested to someo fht jewellery that isnt fit for someone like himself. As he was about to open his mouth to tell her something, Culmir had found something suitable for him and slid the ring onto his finger. His eyes then loooking from the ring back up to her eyes where they locked with her golden eyes.
"Why thank you Culmir, but it is unneeded for me. But since you put it there I'll wear it for you." Smiling slightly at her as he wiped off some the dryed blood that was on her face.
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Post by Culmir on Nov 6, 2010 18:46:37 GMT 1
Culmîr smiled as she leaned into Dracafreys palm when he wiped some of the dried blood from her face, she suppressed a wince as he grazed her nose lightly, it was a little sore from the punch she got to it from the drow. Nuzzling into his neck Culmîr sighed, draping her arms lightly around his neck "thank you" she whispered as she shifted her legs, now laying both of them to the left of him on the rest of the couch, sitting in Dracafreys lap still "so what's the next step" she smiled as she continued to nuzzle into his neck.
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Erumara
Nov 16, 2010 21:32:14 GMT 1
Post by xaen on Nov 16, 2010 21:32:14 GMT 1
When Raedifinn finally regained consciousness he found that the training chamber’s gravity was back to normal, much to his relief. The room was also dark and empty, aside from his sprawled body on the floor. The drow gingerly picked himself off the cold hard floor with a grunt of effort, for his joints had gone stiff from how he had laid on the floor. “Gods above this hurts!” Raedifinn growled through clenched teeth as he forced himself to ignore the white hot pain that shot up his legs with every stiff step towards the chamber door. Once he finally reached the door, the drow peered down the hallway to see Kyrris heading towards him.
“Aw, there you are! I would like you to provide assistance with something, if it’s alright with Dracafrey of course,” Kyrris said with a fiendish smile spreading across his face, as he stopped in front of the drow. He noticed that the dark elf looked a little worse for wear, probably from his training with Culmir.
“What kind of assistance?” Raedifinn inquired as he moved around the smiling assassin to search for the others. “Oh, do you know where can I find Dracafrey and Culmir?” The wizard stopped about a dozen paces away from the lounge to face Kyrris.
Kyrris shot Raedifinn disapproving look, his silver pupils shimmered in the dim light making him look even more imposing. “Obviously I need your assistance with something magic related!” Kyrris snapped at the wizard as he pushed by the man to stop in front of the lounge door, and point at it. “Their in there the last time I saw them,” His sneer belying the composed calm of his voice.
Raedifinn forced an impassive smile onto his face, as he bit back the sharp retort on the tip of his tongue. With a nod of appreciation, the drow knocked firmly on the lounges closed doors. “Its me Raedfinn! May I enter?” The wizard called to those in the confines of the lounge.
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Erumara
Nov 20, 2010 15:25:40 GMT 1
Post by Dracafrey on Nov 20, 2010 15:25:40 GMT 1
Dracafrey sat silently on the couch with Culmir straddling over his lap. A slight smile crossing over his lips as she shifted a bit on his lap and nuzzled into his neck as she asked him what was next. As he took in a breath to speak a knock on the door came, stopping the words from leaving his lips. Dracafrey's head turning slightly to the closed door where Raedfinn had knocked and asked to enter.
"Yes Raedfinn you may enter." as his eyes then return back to CUlmir's as she stayed straddling over his lap as the door began to open slowly.
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Erumara
Nov 25, 2010 14:31:51 GMT 1
Post by Culmir on Nov 25, 2010 14:31:51 GMT 1
Culmîr nuzzled herself more closely to Dracafrey as they sat on the couch, she could hear from the intake of his breath that indicated he was about to tell her the next stages of the plan and she was eager to hear more about it, and possibly find out what her role was in all of it. And just as she thought he was going to speak a knock issued from the doors, turning her golden eyes to it balefully she heard the muffled voice of the drow behind the closed doors, heaving a sigh she cuddled more closely to Dracafrey her arms draped loosely around his neck. She stared at Dracafreys face as she heard the familiar creak of the doors opening, only too soon would the drow and possibly the assassin speak and shatter the intimate atmosphere she was currently in with Dracafrey. Determined not to let them disturb her the flaming redhead purred at Dracafrey, pressing her voluptuous body up against him as she nipped playfully at his neck, her ears strained for the conversation that was about to ensue.
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Erumara
Nov 27, 2010 18:41:16 GMT 1
Post by xaen on Nov 27, 2010 18:41:16 GMT 1
When Dracafrey allowed his admittance Raedifinn turned the knob and opened the door into the chamber. The drow wizard was hardly surprised by the scene before him; he had suspected such a relationship between his superiors since the beginning. ‘Hmm, so Dracafrey has a weakness’ Raedifinn mused to himself as he positioned himself in front of his embraced superiors.
“I apologize for my intrusion, Dracafrey. But Kyrris requests my assistance, and I was wondering if you still needed me here?” Raedifinn inquired as he folded his arms across his chest awaiting an answer.
Kyrris followed close behind the drow when he entered the room, but he stopped and leaned on the door frame. As Raedifinn spoke to Dracafrey, the assassin’s thoughts reviewed his recent plan. A plan that required the drow’s magic in order to succeed, but it was also a task in which Kyrris could do alone though it would be simpler with magic. Kyrris crossed his arms across his chest as he replayed the plan through his mind as he waited to pulled into the conversation.
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Erumara
Feb 27, 2011 18:50:37 GMT 1
Post by Culmir on Feb 27, 2011 18:50:37 GMT 1
Culmîrs golden eyes moved over Dracafreys face eagerly, drinking in his features before she turned her head and stared at the assassin and the drow, standing there like two little puppets waiting to be played with. A giggle issued from Culmîrs red lips at the ridiculous notion that they would submit themselves so soon and so willingly to Dracafrey and possibly her if they thought it had always been so. Neither the drow or the assassin knew that Culmîr herself hadn't been in the company of Dracafrey for so long, and if they went by what they saw they might suspect they were long time lovers, possibly beyond that. The idea was exciting that Culmîr could, if she chose to, assume a power position simply by letting people believe what they wanted to believe. Smirking Culmîr settled herself more snugly against Dracafrey, her head tilting towards him as she leaned it on his shoulder, waiting for him to start issuing orders.
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Erumara
Mar 11, 2011 21:30:48 GMT 1
Post by xaen on Mar 11, 2011 21:30:48 GMT 1
Kyrris was quickly becoming impatient with waiting for Raedifinn to get Dracafrey’s “permission”. He stood there glaring at the back of the Drow’s head and began to grind his teeth in mounting frustration, still leaning against the doorframe. A quiet minute passed before he let out a low growl, and turned to head out of the room. “Raedifinn meet me out front once you get his answer,” Kyrris sneered over his shoulder before disappearing into the hall headed for the door. Closing the door behind him, he stepped outside into the warm sunny afternoon air of the porch. Taking seven slow deep breaths, Kyrris managed to sooth his irritated mind with fresh daydreams of killing his archrival. Absent mindedly he stared up at the vast white fluffy clouds that lazily drifted across the clear blue sky as his mind wandered. Seventeen clouds later the Assassin’s mind drifted back down to earth, he didn’t know how much time had gone by but Raedifinn had yet to join him. So Kyrris began to silently watch people who wandered by like a hawk, his elf like hearing picking up every conversation as civilians wandered along hardly aware of how drastically their world would soon change. He overheard a store clerk and his assistant discuss a shady business deal down by the docks, saw a local noblewoman purchase a vial of poison from a shady fellow, an amateur pickpocket get caught red-handed by a city guard, and watched that same guard accept a bribe a moment later to not see the illegal black locus loaded wagon that sauntered along. Kyrris logged all that he saw into the back of his mind for later use, until he saw a man wearing a thick black cloak with the hood pulled. Kyrris stared at the man as he smoothly weaved his through the crowd towards the noblewoman he had seen earlier, with cold purpose emanating from his every step. He watched as the cloaked man moved in on the noblewoman and her impassive bulky guard, who had noticed the man’s purposeful strides towards his employer. When the man reached the noblewoman the guard placed himself between them, and sternly warned the man off. Then suddenly a flicker of silver flashed in the cloaked man’s hand before it found its way into the guard’s heart; the guard had a confused look plastered onto his face as he slumped to the ground. The noblewoman sucked in air to scream shrilly for aid, but a second flicker of silver opened her throat. Then Kyrris watched as the dagger disappeared under the man’s cloak and the man calmly walked away before the nearest on looker noticed aside from Kyrris. The Kaelyrian mentally applauded the man for his skill, but his heart froze when he saw yet another flash of silver. This one a badge worn on the man’s black cotton shirt, it had a black sword at the foreground of a red sunset. A symbol worn by guild members that worked for his archenemy, The Duskblade Assassins. Hardly thinking properly Kyrris tore from the porch like a bat out of hell towards the Duskblade Assassin, who stopped dead in his tracks when he saw a darkly garbed man running full tilt towards him. Much to Kyrris’ relief the man didn’t run instead, the Duskblade drew a shortsword and dagger in a defensive posture. On lookers shouted in panic at the sight of drawn weapons and moved out of the way as Kyrris closed in. With speed that took the Duskblade‘s breath away Kyrris spun around the man‘s lightening fast dagger strike, and then rolled under the shortsword’s horizontal swing. Kyrris came out of his roll at a run that allowed him to gain enough momentum to charge his opponent, and leap over the man’s strikes to deliver a powerful roundhouse to the Duskblade’s cowled head. The Assassin crumpled into a heap of black unconscious cloth as Kyrris landed perfectly on his feet, hardly winded by the extravagant move. He then quickly made the crowd disperse with a few carefully chosen words that made him come off as an undercover guardsman. Once all the on lookers were gone, he hoisted the Duskblade onto his shoulder and quickly chained the man up in a nearby abandon warehouse. He did all of this before quickly returning to the derelict house of Dracafrey Consio, an hour later.
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Post by Dracafrey on Apr 9, 2011 18:13:03 GMT 1
Dracafrey leaned in slowly and kissed the side of Culmir's neck gently and breifly before speaking.
"Yes Raedifinn go with Kyrris for the time being I may have other tasks for you later." waving his hand signalling his allowance to leave and go with Kyrris.
Smirking slightly as Raedifinn began to leave, "Try not to let Kyrris get you killed." As Dracafrey returned his mind back to Culmir who still was straddling his lap.
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Erumara
Apr 10, 2011 17:35:25 GMT 1
Post by Culmir on Apr 10, 2011 17:35:25 GMT 1
Culmîr smirked as she saw the drow slink slowly out of the room, closing the doors firmly behind him, probably in search of the assassin and see what shady business he was currently involved in. Snuggling more closely against Dracafrey she purred "so what exactly are we going to do?" she asked as she stared into his eyes, hers burning like liquid gold "are we going to kill the king and queen?" she asked excitedly, she could already see herself in regal robes, strutting around the castle shouting orders.
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