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Post by Vrek on Jun 7, 2008 2:08:01 GMT
Iwan continued playing with his water when the armored woman came, quietly saying, "No, no word yet. I wasn't aware that he was such a heavy sleeper." He put his water down, and turned his head towards the girl, and motioned with his hand towards the hall she had just came from, "But perhaps you can use someone to talk to. Things are not all right in your world, is it?" He spoke slowly and friendly, and obviously indicating her shouting from a few moments earlier.
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Alinor looked sceptically at the key in his hand, then at the shack he was presented. He looked from side to side, making sure no pryingn eyes were watching him. Confident that no one was looking, he slipped the key into a pocket in his robes and walked straight through the door.
Once inside he found the second door and walked through that one as well. And, just as Wilfric had said, inside was a spiral staircase, leading into a cave. No sooner then when his foot touched the ground, he felt a cackling energy, much like Wilfric, only less... majestic. Curiously, he moved further in.
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Post by Kleidium on Jun 7, 2008 5:02:29 GMT
Klace dressed quickly and sloppily, but took his time trying to fix up his look, to not give the impression that he wasn't much of a morning person. He usually was, but this morning wasn't really like the other mornings. For some reason he had a buzz in his skull, as if he were having a static reception on a radio. Shaking his head as his hair flipped about, he even began to get dizzy; at such an easily initiated action, he was becoming dizzy. Usually he never got dizzy by flipping his hair about, but now...it was like he was a whole other person. Must be some sort of off day....but...I'm thinking it had something to do with that dreadful dream of mine. The musician thought, lifting up his violin case, placing it upon his back.
Hopefully I didn't take too long.. Klace opened the door, his outfit the exact same as it was yesterday, except it had been pressed and cleaned of any filth by the inn-workers. Heading inside to join the others in the main room of the inn, he sighed. "...Greetings. I apologize if I had you two waiting long...I..had a disturbing sleep." He admitted, selecting a chair next to them. Now, he lowered his voice to a whisper. "I don't think we talked about what we should have last night...now may be our chance, unless you would want an even lesser populated area."
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Post by DarkNova50 on Jun 7, 2008 21:07:48 GMT
With a slight sense of uncertainty and hesitation rising up from the pit of her stomach, Victoria was readying to reply to Iwan's comment when Klace finally emerged, joining the duo in the main room. "I actually just woke up myself," she explained to the Breton, waving her hand dismissively. "And I don't have a problem with talking here if you don't. Although, I'm not really sure what can be said about all this..."
She paused for a moment, looking between the two men, before sighing slightly. "I've known about my...powers for a few years now," she explained to the men, although a distinct tone of reservation could still be heard in her voice. "Even the ability to change my shape. They've helped me in tracking down and getting rid of criminals in the past. But lately..." She shook her head.
You wouldn't dare tell them about me, girl. A voice in your head? They'll think you're insane for sure, and have you locked up somewhere, tied up and alone...
You don't control me, you arrogant bastard! Vic screamed back inside her own head, before picking up where she left off. "I've been hearing...this weird voice in my head. I...I think it might have something to do with these powers, and the weird feelings I've been getting lately. Like from you," she added, looking over at Klace.
"And then there was that dream last night," she muttered, looking back to the fire. "A precipice, consumed with flame and shadow at my feet. And then a group of, well, angels, I guess you could call them, descending from the heavens themselves to rescue me." She calmly closed her eyes, the image of her father's face still in her mind. "And then this morning...everything seems different, somehow..."
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Post by Kleidium on Jun 8, 2008 12:58:11 GMT
The Breton looked at her with interest throughout her explanation, and looked grave when she mentioned the dream she had. "...The voice. It's in my head too...it's almost as if it was born from a void...and your dream..." The Breton hesitated for a moment, looking down at the table.
"I'm guessing the angels favored you more than I in that matter. I received the experience of being burned to ash; no doubt they just watched me, not very keen on flying down to even confront me..." The Breton spoke in such a dark voice, it was almost as if he were a different person entirely during his take on the dream.
You can't trust angels to help you; you know they would rather have their obedient slave-dogs burn.. The voice started, and Klace didn't even reply. Rather, he thought about what the voice had said, but still wasn't fond of its words.
Religions seemed demanding...but worth it in the end. However, Klace knew naught if it would pay to work for any 'god', planning for the day of his demise. It would be like living a life that only proved useful for preparing for death. "I'm not sure. I've known about my powers almost as soon as they began to effect me...they had unique ways of showing themselves."
The musician looked around to double-check if they were being watched or being eavesdropped upon. No one seemed to be interested in them at the moment, but a few people at the corner of the room pointed at Klace, smiling. Wondering why, he began to say something, but caught himself quickly. That's right...I had a performance last night...of course they would be talking about that. But...why do I feel so horrid this morning? Almost as if I'm going paranoid, too...
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Post by shadow666 on Jun 9, 2008 17:13:43 GMT
It appeared to be another dull morning for the young Breton healer as she had gone about her chores. It had always been the same day in day out, collecting herbs from the gardens, creating potions that would be needed to tend to the ill, and head around the city and the waterfront to tend to those who came to the temple district for healing.
It had been this way for many a year, yet the young Breton girl knew nothing of her parents. Her family had always been the priests of the temple as well as the other chapels she visted on her pilgrimage. She spent most of her years in service to the nine always trying to seek an answer to what she is to do in life. Yet as always no answer came.
For 18 years had she wondered what her life would have been if her parents had been around as she grew up, instead of an orphan in which the monks, priests and priestesses took pity on the young girl and raised her themselves.
Mia groaned when she realised today was going to be another dull day, and looked upon the list of things to do which was given to her by the primate from the temple of the one.
Why couldn't i stay in bruma? despite it being cold, at least the people were warm.. Mia thought to herself and sighed as went about to collect the ingredients that she would need to make a few potions for the day, as well as a little extra to sell to the alchemist. After all a girl needed things of her own as well.
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Post by Vicorva on Jun 11, 2008 9:44:58 GMT
Phorease frowned slightly as she neglected to take his hand, leaving it suspended in the air. He pulled his hand back, and then moved it up to rub the back of his neck. "Yeah... You aren't the first to have told me that." He looked at the bench for a moment, as if hesitant. "My day?" He repeated, looking at her when she asked the question. He bit his lip and shrugged. "Until you gave me a scare... rather uneventful. Fought with my bedsheets on the floor to free myself after waking up from a dream, got dressed, and came out here to wait for you." Phorease sighed, sitting down on the bench now beside Lex. "Being a master conjurer has its perks... but it doesn't give you much to do over the course of a day, you know?" He glanced at her with a smile. "But what about yours? You look a little more cheery and chipper than last night." ----------------- Lee was startled by the sheer size of the library alone, and after that the amount of books it had to hold. They had to have come from every corner of the continent, and then some, in order to possibly fill such an expanse. He followed Dorien in astonishment, and had to force himself to look at the carving upon the wall. He didn't like what he heard, and his face plainly showed this when he looked back to Dorien. "Sounds like we are in a difficult position, Master Dorien. But I'm afraid I would be unable to help you, if I had to lord over this... magnificence... as Librarian." He motioned to the library around them, his arms sweeping. Then he pushed his glasses up his nose. "And... my power is walking into paintings... I don't really see how useful that could be to you. But if I can help, I would love to!" Lee said quickly, not wanting Dorien to think he did not want to be here. This place was astounding. "Every power is greater than it seems..." Dorien said. "And I'm afraid if all you do is look after this library, then you may end up slipping into indecision, and ultimately madness at the hands of the darkness." His expression was solemn. "I'm sorry, Lee, but no Chosen has the opportunity to live life simply." "But you don't need to fight. What I am saying is that Lights need to convert Shades to goodness, not kill them. You have a good heart, Lee- I'm sure you could learn to do what is needed. And you have more power than you guess- both as a Chosen... and as a mage." He smiled. "I sensed the spell you used on the letter- it was quite innovative, though not how I would have done it. And I have heard of you peeking into the ancient books- which either means you love history- which is in itself commendable- or you have a mind for old magic." Dorien shook his head, still smiling. "Even the weakest mage can often best a powerful one if they use magic that the other cannot defend against. That's why spellmaking is so important. And why reading the Old Spells is so useful." ----------------------------- "A dream?" Lex murmured, thinking of her own terrible dream. She wanted to speak to him about it, but the darkness within her held him back. Have him join us now, Lex... make the offer... the voice whispered. Lex obeyed. "Conjuror, I ask you now: will you embrace the darkness and join me, or not? Because if you don't-" she found this hard to say, but neither her expression nor silky voice displayed this. She added a hint of a growl to her voice. "Then I have nothing more to say to you."
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Post by FC4 on Jun 11, 2008 20:31:14 GMT
"Every power is greater than it seems..." Dorien said. "And I'm afraid if all you do is look after this library, then you may end up slipping into indecision, and ultimately madness at the hands of the darkness." His expression was solemn. "I'm sorry, Lee, but no Chosen has the opportunity to live life simply." "But you don't need to fight. What I am saying is that Lights need to convert Shades to goodness, not kill them. You have a good heart, Lee- I'm sure you could learn to do what is needed. And you have more power than you guess- both as a Chosen... and as a mage." He smiled. "I sensed the spell you used on the letter- it was quite innovative, though not how I would have done it. And I have heard of you peeking into the ancient books- which either means you love history- which is in itself commendable- or you have a mind for old magic." Dorien shook his head, still smiling. "Even the weakest mage can often best a powerful one if they use magic that the other cannot defend against. That's why spellmaking is so important. And why reading the Old Spells is so useful." ----------------------------- "A dream?" Lex murmured, thinking of her own terrible dream. She wanted to speak to him about it, but the darkness within her held him back. Have him join us now, Lex... make the offer... the voice whispered. Lex obeyed. "Conjuror, I ask you now: will you embrace the darkness and join me, or not? Because if you don't-" she found this hard to say, but neither her expression nor silky voice displayed this. She added a hint of a growl to her voice. "Then I have nothing more to say to you." Lee couldn't help it. He broke into a nervous blush and scratched the back of his head. "Yeah, well, i like the old spells. Liek passwall? You'd be amazed how long it took before that spell was outlawed. And... um... forgive me for reading that letter. I got a little curious." He looked back up to Dorien, hazel eyes curious beneath his spectacles. "How would you have done it?" ---------------- Phorease recoiled slightly, as if she had just insulted him. But then he moved his hand down his staff, and his other into his lap, straightening himself beside her. "I see... straight to business, strike out the pleasantries. Very well." Phorease sighed, shoulders dropping, before looking sideways to her again. "I made my decision last night. Only once has the Darkness you speak of steered me wrong, and that was seven years ago, when I struck my deal with Clavicus Vile." Phorease rose from his seat, striding forward and looking at the sundial, before turning to face Lex again. "Otherwise, the Darkness has guided me true through my life. All I ask before I join you in service of the Darkness, is who you are. I like to know people I ally myself to. Call it a pet peeve." Phorease cracked a smile.
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Post by Vrek on Jun 12, 2008 1:24:20 GMT
Iwan listened quietly to the two, taking in everything. Victoria could change her shape, and other things. They both shared the same dream, but with Victoria's ending undoubtedly better then Klace's. They both heard a voice in their heads. Victoria felt a strange feeling from Klace. It was unlikely that they were insane, having such similar symptoms was incredibly unlikely.
He turned his head towards Klace, his eyes blankly following rhe movement, "Stop fidgeting, calm down. No one is watching us. Looking around you can hear every talking, having a good breakfast. I can hear that no one is trying to keep quiet enough to hear our words." He returned to his neutral position, and continued pouring over his thoughts.
Angels was not very unlikely to hear about. Many people believed in angels, and imagining of such a thing would be common. Many people felt the need for a break in the mundane, and miracles were always something on could hope for to do just that.
Absently stroking his chin, he turned his head upwards again, and pointed to Klace, "So you both have these 'powers'. Your is your unique interaction with sound, correct?" He pointed to the sound of the clinking armor, "And yours is to change your shape, among other things, yes?"
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Post by Kleidium on Jun 12, 2008 12:09:50 GMT
Klace also took in what Iwan had said, realizing that if he were in his regular state of mind right now, he wouldn't be fidgeting at all. Obviously, if people were eavesdropping and listening in to conversations, they would remain quiet. At Iwan's question about his power, he nodded silently, speaking up after his head ceased to teeter up and down.
"Yes..it is. It's strenuous sometimes, but normally it's quite easy....if I don't use my power to control my other unique ability...then...you'd possibly be hearing four of myself talk." He explained, straightening up. The musician was attempting to ignore that something felt wrong, feeling too paranoid for his own good. Yesterday he was fine, so what could be the problem? After the attempt at ignorance, Klace noticed that he had forgotten that he had left off at what exactly his powers did.
"I have this...tendency to multiply the sounds I make myself, and sometimes the ones around me...from my guesses, it's as if I can take a sound and multiply it by four or five. Also...the power I can control bends and twists waves of sound, amplifying them or even stifling them to the point of an earsplitting noise or an undetectable sound that may very well not be existant.."
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Post by Tom Bombadil on Jun 14, 2008 18:03:59 GMT
Dropping down from the edge of the roof, Yakel returned to his Altmer form, landing on the ground with ease and proceeding towards where he perceived the source of the pull to be.
Following the odd currents of power was like trying to track the source of a noise, or a smell. He moved through alleys, winding back and forth, here and there, until he could feel the currents definitely stronger. It became easier to track, and was as apparent as the wind.
Another minute passed before it came into view at the corner of the street he was on. It was an elaborate manor, like the residence of nobility or a wealthy merchant at least. Curious of the power, which was very strong by now, he started down the street towards it.
For a brief moment, he felt the strange sensation of something seething within his mind. Something almost...angry. Or desperate. Immediately following this sensation, the Altmer was greeted with a flood of oddly preposterous thoughts that hadn't occurred to him until now.
Are they home? Who lives here? Why are you going to a stranger's house? You're probably going to disturb them. They will be angry with you. Did you lock up the shop before you left? Someone could be robbing it! How do you know you aren't fooling yourself into imagining this 'current' power you keep thinking about? You'll look awfully foolish when you have to explain yourself.
Yakel found it extremely difficult to keep walking towards the building. The opposite direction seemed very inviting. But he couldn't just ignore this feeling, it felt equally as inviting as turning around and going back to the shop. And he was curious. His palms were beginning to sweat with nervousness. It was true that he had no idea what was going to happen when he made it to the manor door, but-
His thoughts were interrupted as he realized that he was now standing before the door. It would look strange if he were to leave now. Well...no sense in going back now. Taking hold of the polished brass piece on the door, he knocked three times, hopefully loudly enough that it could be heard.
OOC: Tag to any of the Lights in the Order of Hope base. I'm going to make Chan's opening post soon, after a few other people post.
BIC:
Casca moved through the Market District, calmly resolute. He quickly strode across the streets to a well known shop, renowned for its differing styles of armor. The sign hanging over it had "The Best Defense" carved into the wood. Pushing open the door, the savant came up to the purveyor of light armors, an Imperial with a headband. "Welcome to the Best Defense," he said with a grin, "where I sell the best armor- light armor! The best defense! The Redguard on the opposite side of the shop scowled, quietly preoccupying himself with a steel curiass that needed polishing.
"And good morning to you, sir," said Casca formally, bowing out of courtesy. He then promptly withdrew a sizable bag of gold from within his cloak, much to the armorer's delight. "I'm here to place an order. I need a full set of brown leather armor. I want it to be practical, not flashy. Only the essentials. I am of the same size as an average Imperial male, so there are no special fittings you need to bother yourself with. And I would ask that you have this done as soon as possible. Will you do this for me?" Casca held out his money, his face expressionless except for the slightest hint of determination still showing. The armorer thought for a moment, then took the money with a grin. "I think I have just what you're looking for in the back! Come back in an hour or so when I've had time to check it for damage and make sure it's up to quality standards. Er- is that convenient, sir?" "That will be perfect, thank you," replied Casca, giving a smile and a nod before suddenly turning on his heels and hastily making his way out the door again. The next stop was Weye.
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Post by Vicorva on Jun 24, 2008 14:14:07 GMT
Dorien grinned. "I would have used an old fashioned candle, knife and stamp, of course." He looked amused. "No point in risking someone sensing your magical influence- I learned that back when I was an apprentice, and I spied on the master's correspondences." His grey eyes glittered at the thought.
There was a knock at the door. He sighed. "I'll let a servant answer it this time..." he murmured. He looked at Lee again, and added, "Don't use passwall too much: the specific spell signature is monitored by the guild, and by the legion. You'll be expelled and thrown in jail if any mage is near enough to sense it." He lowered his voice. "I'd advise adding another spell effect to it- just something weak and insignificant, maybe a faint Light or something. It'll change the spell, but keep the effect."
A maid went and answered the door. "May I help you, sir?" she asked nervously. Strange people turned up at Beacon Manor all the time...
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Lex felt a pang of sadness and guilt as she saw Phorease shoulder's drop, and she could See upon him that he'd been hurt by her reaction. "You're wise, to make such a decision," Lex murmured. The darkness urged her to be more familiar- to catch him up in her womanly wiles.
Just rest a hand on his knee... perhaps lean closer and speak into his ear... anything to make him think you approve... greatly... of his actions...
The very thought nearly made Lex blush- potential spy though she was. Instead, she added quietly, "My name is Alessia Dierre, disgraced daughter of Riannen Dierre of House Dierre of Anvil. My people know me as Lex Bright-Eyes."
She fixed her golden eyes on Phorease: they were wary and wild, like the wolf that rested inside of her. "I'm sorry I've treated you so discourteously."
What are you doing? This is not the way, Bright-Eyes... you must leave him guessing, never-knowing, always frightened and hopeful at the same time....
But maybe this kindness will do better... Lex thought. I like this man. I don't want to hurt him. Maybe, if I am kind to him, he will fall more readily to darkness.
Darkness rose up inside of her, squeezing her heart painfully. She gasped, and pressed a hand to her heart, the intelligent glimmer in her eyes fading into pain. You presume to know better than I? the voice boomed in her mind. Never. You are wrong... so very wrong. I will punish you, Bright-Eyes... bring you pain like you've never before felt... unless you listen to me.
Yes master.... she thought obediently, slightly frightened. But Lex, who believed she was evil and worthless, could not think to fight back against the darkness, nor that maybe she was worth more than how it treated her. She looked at Phorease. "How much do you know about your powers?" she asked in a low voice. "I can teach you, if you wish to learn. If yoy wish to serve the darkness."
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Holy golden lights formed upstairs in Beacon Manor, shining out of the windows, and in the inn.
The light began to take form, and a faceless golden being, made of light with great, feathery wings stepped towards Victoria. It spoke to her in a voice that was neither male nor female, but was beautiful and terrible all at once, and so pure the people watching began to cry.
"Victoria of the Light..." The being said. "Do not betray your Gods... your power now is waning as you neglect you duty and your mission... much depends upon you saving the Imperial City."
"Please..." it continued, beginning to fade away. "Do not fail..."
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In the secret headquarters of the Shades, shadows rimmed with fire sprouted in the darkest corners, growing and growing... many pairs of red eyes blinked open, full of malice and hatred for all that lived.
OOC: Trying to keep this going, since a lot of people haven't been on in a while.
@darknova: your powers have been reduced slightly, and will continue to as long as Victoria does not do her task.
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Post by webster52402 on Jun 24, 2008 14:21:36 GMT
OOC: Sorry for my long absence. I lost the will to RP here for a long while, and thanks to FC4, he rekindled that inspiration, so I have returned from my hiatus. Sorry for the lock I forced on you guys.
IC: Wilfric paused once he entered the city, contemplating his movements in the near future. It would be very hard, if not impossible, to simply edge in on an already ongoing election, so he had to find a way to be placed within the position that he was seeking directly, somehow skirting around the need to first establish himself as a candidate, and then invent reasons for him to actually get the position. To do so would require already established political power, which currently, he held no sway in. He had to find some way to entice someone powerful, to try and give him the position, or find some way to control the man that was already being put into it. Of course, putting himself directly in the position would be more bold but more secure, while controlling the man from the shadows was slightly more risky, but infinitely more subtle.
He raised a hand slowly to his chin, stroking it as he thought his options over. Did he want to take the obvious route, or the more subtle one? The Shades were currently quite strong in the city, so he didn't think that it would quite be too much of an implication to make his power known, though it may force the Lights underground. Doing so would make them harder to root out in the future. However, doing things the subtle way would offer them a way to sever his power, should they manage to get to the man that Wilfric chose to control. He would be playing a gamble either way. His eyes moved up to the White Gold Tower, drilling into it as though it were the key to his salvation.
He could go to the Elder Council and have them place him directly on the position. He could even see to blackmailing the members of the Council before he went to see them, to establish further of a hold, and enabling him to do more manipulative acts in the future without needing any sort of challenge to do so... That would not only be combination of subtle and obvious, giving him a position even higher than the Captain with the Captain being the front, but it would make him able to move the Shades into a bigger part of the city, and get more of a suitable headquarters building for them. He smiled slightly, his decision made.
The Elder Council it was...
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Post by FC4 on Jun 24, 2008 18:27:38 GMT
Dorien grinned. "I would have used an old fashioned candle, knife and stamp, of course." He looked amused. "No point in risking someone sensing your magical influence- I learned that back when I was an apprentice, and I spied on the master's correspondences." His grey eyes glittered at the thought. There was a knock at the door. He sighed. "I'll let a servant answer it this time..." he murmured. He looked at Lee again, and added, "Don't use passwall too much: the specific spell signature is monitored by the guild, and by the legion. You'll be expelled and thrown in jail if any mage is near enough to sense it." He lowered his voice. "I'd advise adding another spell effect to it- just something weak and insignificant, maybe a faint Light or something. It'll change the spell, but keep the effect." A maid went and answered the door. "May I help you, sir?" she asked nervously. Strange people turned up at Beacon Manor all the time... Lee chuckled in embarrassment, rubbing the back of his head. "I never considered that. Suppose I'm too magically oriented." Lee admitted, then smiled at Dorien. "You were a naughty boy when you were an apprentice, weren't you? I already do that; I mix it with a weak chameleon spell, so no one can see me pass through the wall unless they look hard enough at me. So far, it's had no problems." Lee remarked, shrugging his shoulders. "But... I best get back to the University and get my things." Lee told Dorien, and moved to exit the library. "Thank you so much for the opportunity to work under you, Dorien. A real honor." Lee gave a bow, and then left the library. Phorease remained standing beside the sundial as she spoke, watching her with those calm hazel eyes. They flickered to the sundial as she remarked on his wisdom, and then gave her name. He looked back to her with a smile, one of comfort and ease. "Alessia Dierre. Lex Bright-eyes. One name is lovely, but does not suit the holder. One is more layman, but far better suited to the woman who wears it." Phorease shrugged, still grinning. "If I wasn't able to tell you were a roguish woman before, I certainly can now." He chuckled, fixing his eyes on her as she fixed hers on him. They were indeed bright, wild and wary and roguish. He could feel an excitable energy in them that was lacking in the eyes of the mages at the university. An energy and unpredictability that he found intriguing. "Do not fret over the lack of courtesy. You'd be surprised at how rude mages and nobles are; I'm used to all business and no chit-chat, despite the aggravation of it." He again glanced at the sundial, as if nervous. Soon, people would be leaving their studies for lunches. And Lex hardly looked like she belonged here. She'd likely be kicked out if they were found. As he looked back he saw Lex recoil and clutch at her heart, and he instinctively took a step forward, but she seemed to recover well and asked him about his powers. "Well... this isn't a good place to talk about that, frankly." Phorease admitted, stepping towards Lex. "It's nearing lunch hour, and the mages will be bustling about out of classes. You... don't exactly belong here, Lex. I'd rather not test the authorities." He held out his hand, the other still holding his staff. "Could we continue this discussion over lunch at an inn? I skipped breakfast this morning, and am a little on the hungry side. My treat." He offered.
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Post by Vicorva on Jun 24, 2008 19:30:43 GMT
She listened to his words intently, and was pleasantly surprised with the eloquence with which he spoke. He's very... different, to the other mages' I;ve met. She thought. He's less bookish, and less judgemental. But then, he didn't need to be bookish, thanks to that deal he'd made. She wondered then, at his ambition: had this all been his plan for power, or had the darkness been entirely responsible for seducing him?
Lex nodded warily in response to his words. "I can bluff my way through pretty well," she told him. "I have something of a talent with words." she grinned.
She looked around for a moment, a thoughtful expression on her face, before she grabbed him by the arm an dragged him towards a bush, hidden from view by a pillar. She could still feel the increase in power the darkness had given her pulsing through her veins, invigorating, intoxicating. She wanted to test it's limits.
"The Feed Bag good enough for you, Master Mage?" she asked tauntingly. She closed her eyes and visualised the room she often rented there. After a few moments of concentration, the pair disappeared.
Almost instantaneously, they reappared, standing on the bed. She looked faintly annoyed. "I missed..." she tutted. She'd never teleported this far before, though, so it was to be expected. She looked at Phorease, grinning wolfishly at his expression, golden eyes mischeivous.
She hopped down from the bed, and unlocked the door, before strolling out, not thinking to ask Phorease to follow.
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Dorien watched Lee go with a gentle smile. He really liked the guy: and he could see that he was a great growing ground for the light. He only wished that there were more like him.
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Post by FC4 on Jun 24, 2008 19:55:26 GMT
Phorease heard only the question if the Feed Bag was good enough, as he found Lex dragging him towards a bush, decidedly NOT in the direction of the Feed Bag. Confusion swept across his face as she closed her eyes, and the world became dark.
A sense of weightlessness came to Phorease for a moment, dizzying, before he felt softness beneath his feet and light hit his eyes. He raised his arms to block the light, blinking before he fell backwards, losing balance on the unsteady mattress. His head hit pillows and he began to regain focused vision, finding himself within a room. A notably Inn-like room, lightly furnished and small. Phorease blinked as Lex dropped off the bed and unlocked the door, heading downstairs.
She took the offer, boy. I would consider her worth staying around. She obviously does not view you as others would, had they known as much as she. That thick voice whispered in his mind. Phorease sat up in the bed, swung his legs over, and then stood, brushing off his robes.
I suppose you are right on that; I have no willingness to test the theory though. Should I consider this a date though? I mean, usually asking someone out to lunch-
I wouldn't. The deep voice replied hastily, showing for the first time an emotion besides smooth calm. Phorease looked at the air around him skeptically, unsure by the response of the voice. Regardless, he moved to the door and followed downstairs, looking around for Lex. ----------------------- Lee reached the front door to find a servant standing before the open door, and a man there as well. In his way. Lee moved over to them, putting his arms together between them. "Excuse me please, must get to the University." Lee said quickly, as he pushed past both of them and into the street. He broke into a run when he was free of the doorway, heading for the Arboretum.
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