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Post by DarkNova50 on Jun 25, 2008 3:42:07 GMT
Victoria had been on the verge of explaining to both Klace and Iwan the nature of her powers; the words were already in her mind, waiting simply for her to utter them. But as her mouth readied itself to comply, another being, an angelic figure composed of light, coalesced within the inn. Others around her...their eyes too followed the being, as it looked upon her. Could they see it too?
And then, with great, white feathered wings outstretched, the figure approached...her. Began walking towards her, and with a voice unlike any she had heard before, reminded her of the vision she had seen before. The closing gate, and the demonic creature... People within earshot of the figure's words broke down into sobs, faces cupped in their hands, as it spoke to her of saving the Imperial City...pleaded with her not to fail...
And then slowly dissipated.
Dumbstruck, Victoria looked on with an expression of disbelief upon her face, eyes wide with shock. But somehow...she knew what she had to do, now. She turned to Iwan and Klace, an understandable degree of distress in her voice and on her face.
"I...I apologize," she said quickly, gradually feeling the eyes of dozens of patrons falling upon her. "But...I have to leave. I have to-" But the young woman did not even finish her sentence, instead turning about and dashing towards the door, and then away from the inn.
As she ran, Vic fought against the tears welling up in her eyes, and the confusion plaguing her thoughts. Physically, she felt fatigued, and over the course of the last day it felt like her entire life had changed. What were these figures that spoke to her? And why was she having these visions? Was she going mad?
But the voice of the figure from the inn echoed in her mind, clearly, as though guiding her still. Please...do not fail...
"I...I can't fail..." Vic muttered to herself, dashing through the plaza of the Talos District. "I can't-"
But you will fail. With each moment that passes my power waxes, my influence spreading. Do not allow yourself to die in futility, girl. Become one with my chorus, ever growing, and sing victory...everlasting...
Please...do not fail...
OOC: Sorry about the recent inactivity, just needed to sort out some stuff at work. I should be able to post regularly again now, though.
And I'll get to Vic's mission next post!
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Post by Vrek on Jun 25, 2008 6:59:36 GMT
The tin cup in Iwan's hand fell to the ground, clattering against the wood and sending a small spray of water across the table. He could feel it, his fingers fell numb, his hands were shaking.
That inhuman voice... It was... bliss. True bliss. It was terrific and terrible at the same time. He heard Victoria say something. He couldn't put the words together. Armor retreating in the distance. Weeping from other patrons. His own shaking hands rattling on the table. He felt a drop of liquid roll into his mouth. At first he figured it was water from his dropped cup, but it tasted salty. It was a tear - he was crying.
He felt the urge, the need to stand. He shot up, one hand holding the table, one groping for his cane. Where is it?! How could he possibly not know? He always knew! He thought about the place around him... He could draw nothing up in his mind. He didn't know where anything was!
That voice! Bliss! That voice drew all of his struggles from him! He was sure that anyone else would benefit from the purge of their struggles, but Iwan needed them. If he didn't struggle to know every detail... It was like being blinded all over again.
Exasperatedly he yelled into the darkness, "Klace, Klace! Help me find my walking stick - get me out of here!"
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Alinor stepped further into the Shade's hidden safehouse, exploring this home away from home. It lacked the familarity of his place in the sewers, and he didn't know any of this place's weaknesses, or escape routes. Problematic, to say the least.
With a sigh he slipped a hand under his bandages and scratched his cheek. He would have to hurry and have this Hero give him orders, he would have to go and re-secure his base in the sewers soon. He has been gone long enough already.
Suddenly, he stopped, and turned to the darker corridors behind him. His senses had not betrayed him, as within every shadow grew another shadow, silhouetted by flames. He raised his hands defensively, prepared to cast. What is this?! He shouted within his head at the Darkness.
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Post by Vicorva on Jun 25, 2008 11:15:33 GMT
OOC: Great to have you back, Darknova. IC: The shadows grew larger and larger, and then separated, taking form. Massive, rounded shoulders, long arms that dragged along the ground, with cruelly clawed fingers as thick as sausages. Flames licked through their shadowy, somehow incorporeal bodies, and a long tail of flame flicked out behind them. One of them opened it's maw wide, revealing very solid and very lethal looking teeth, while flames licked around the inside of its mouth. These are my children, Alinor... the darkness purred in the necromancer's mind, thrilling at seeing his creations through his servant's eyes. My representation on this earth. Beware of them, Alinor... for they are creatures born of malice, and make no distinction between friend and foe, only controlled under orders of their master.Leave this place now, Alinor... but remember the great forces you have on your side, the strength and devastation the darkness can unleash with its children... and what fate awaits any who stand against me.
And remember... the voice added in a low, dangerous voice, a small, prickling pain spreading through Alinor's chest. The darkness was not pleased by the necromancer's demanding. I am not your servant, Alinor. Your life and power is at my mercy.----------------------- Lex settled herself in her usual seat, one foot resting on her chair so that she could hug her knee as she sat. Nobody questioned her presence there, nor greeted her: she was of the Guild, and thus this was her territory, but she wasn't well-loved, being too strange and aloof to have real friends. She watched as Phorease came down the stairs and into the room, a small smile playing her lips, half-hidden by her knee. He looks so out of place here... she thought, intrigued and amused by his presence in a place that was as much her home as anywhere. And yet... somehow not. There was a darkness lent to him by his Shade status, and by the deal he'd made looming over him. Her golden eyes glittered in the candle-light as she watched him, before she sat straight, dropping her knee, and motioned him over, thus causing anyone suspicious of his presence to decide to lose interest.
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Post by Kleidium on Jun 26, 2008 0:23:01 GMT
Klace watched the angelic being come forth to speak to Victoria, but all the while he looked at the angel, feeling as if his eyes had betrayed him. This...this...can't be real. It can't be... He thought, but he knew he was wrong when he heard the entity's voice resonate. Shuddering at the sound of the voice, the musician lifted himself from his seat, backing up against a chair that was already behind him. His bottom lip was quivering, and somehow, he felt the need to cry.
Indeed one tear did roll down his cheek from his eye, but his other eye remained dry, but teary all the same. When the thing disappeared, he hurriedly wiped his face clean of all salty mixtures, and almost went after Victoria. However, Iwan's exasperated voice met his ears, and he looked over to the blind man, looking for his cane.
When he spotted it himself, Klace strode over slowly, taking the cane in his hand, before gently grabbing Iwan's wrist, setting the tool in his grasp. "Come...the exit is this way." He told him, guiding him carefully around the small crowd of sobbing people that were gathering.
Why did the being want Victoria? Is she a protector of some sort, or what?
A protector? Or a slave? Can you tell the difference?
Klace pushed aside the voice, still wondering why exactly such a figure would show itself like that, while still guiding Iwan out of the inn, and into the streets.
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Post by Tom Bombadil on Jun 26, 2008 2:56:16 GMT
Yakel's mind left him momentarily, giving a blank stare at the maid for a half a second. And during that half second, a flood of thoughts poured back into his mind.
I told you! What and idiot you look like! What are you going to say to her, eh? You felt a magical force drawing you here! Nice one, you twit!
Now completely off guard, Yakel began stammering the first things that came to mind. "Er- hello, ah, yes, I...ah...this is going to sound odd, but..." Yakel's face was feeling very hot. "May I ask w-who owns this m-manor?" He began wringing his hands nervously. "Er- do you mind if I speak with him? Or her?" He added with a quick shake of the head. He immediately tried to sound more sensible, as he realized what he said was ridiculous.
"I- I know that sounds strange, but- it- I...something about this manor, I- I'm not sure how to explain it-" He occasionally glanced down at a small growth of grass sprouting from a crack in the stone ground. He finally said, exasperatedly, "May I speak with the owner of this place?"
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Casca's pace was awkward for him; he was not used to hastening his stride, as he had to do while crossing the extensive bridge connecting the Imperial Isle to the rest of Cyrodiil.
After what seemed like an eternity, an out-of-breath Casca arrived at Weye, the tiny settlement outside the Imperial City. He gave a nearby guard a quick nod as he passed him and headed into the Wawnet Inn. As soon as he entered, he was greeted by the proprietor. "Welcome, can I get you anything, sir?" She asked. "No, thank you."
He scanned the Inn with his eyes, looking for someone in particular. And then his eyes caught sight of him- a brown-haired Breton wearing ragged traveler's clothing sat on the staircase by the fire pit on the far end of the tavern. Quickly making his way over to him, Casca pulled up a chair and sat down near him. The Breton acknowledged his presence with a nod and an odd smile. "Here for business, Mr. Abitius, or am I just a charming fella?" Casca gave a low chuckle. "Business, I'm afraid. Listen Quentin, I am in need of a few...hard to come by wares," he said in a low tone. "Such as?" said Quentin, raising an eyebrow. "First of all I need five scrolls of fire. Powerful ones, too, and I mean as powerful as you have. Secondly, I need two bottles of skooma." By this point he was speaking in an almost inaudible tone. Quentin thought for a moment. "Alright," he said, "I think I have what you need, but it ain't cheap." Casca, without expression, produced two shining jewels from his cloak, holding them out to Quentin, who appeared to salivate a little at the sight of them. Wordlessly, the Breton stood up and headed up the stairs into one of the rooms.
Five minutes later, he emerged carrying a fair-sized bag. He handed it to Casca, who checked the contents before nodding with a smile and handing Quentin the stones. "Thank you," Casca said courteously before also rising and quickly heading out the door, leaving a bewildered proprietor and a ecstatic Breton behind.
With haste, Casca nearly jogged back down the long bridge back to the Imperial City.
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Post by Vrek on Jun 26, 2008 5:17:12 GMT
Iwan stumbled when Klace pulled him through the door, losing his balance entirely when they stepped over the curb. The grip Klace had kept him from falling to the pavement, though. He stood himself, then probed over his walking stick, finding the well formed grooves where his finger's always held it.
Without words, he pulled his arm free, then started tapping his cane around the cobblestone, trying to recall the street and it's landmarks. He took a step back then turned, and tapped it onto the curb. "If there's the curb then... Right here's the pot hole." He mumbled whiling tapping with his cane, and as he guessed, the stick sunk a few more inches. He listened, hearing sprinkling water in the distance, a nearby fountain.
It was much rougher, that voice still distracting him, but he could imagine the street once again. "Klace, what was that?"
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Alinor backed further away from the forming daemons, heeding the voice's advice. He stepped backward, his foot bumped against the door leading to the stairwell, and was about to step through when a pain clutched at his heart and broke his concentration. He slammed into the wall. Instead of fear, though, he felt rage.
He did not voice his thoughts, though both knew that no thoughts were hidden. Alinor knew that the Darkness would not be so foolish as to give up the single Mer within the city who alone could raise his own army. And Alinor still needed the Darkness, for one more thing. Until then, need over rid contempt. Glaring at the monsters, he stepped through the door and climbed the stairwell.
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Post by Kleidium on Jun 27, 2008 8:55:40 GMT
"Well, it looked like some sort of....angel..." He said, sounding unlike himself. "I'm not joking, either...the voice...the form...it reminded me indefinitely of an angelic being. I just don't know why it came to Victoria for help. Maybe there's something wrong in the city..?" He guessed, bringing his hand up to meet his chin in thought. "Are you okay? I imagine it must be a bit harder to make out your surroundings while distracted..."
Looking off in the directions Victoria could have possibly headed, he found no luck in spotting her, or any clue to where she may be. "I've lost her..."
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Post by DarkNova50 on Jun 27, 2008 23:32:33 GMT
After having run through the streets of the Talos Plaza a moment longer, Victoria finally ran up to the wall of a nearby building, and leaned her weight against it as she wiped away an errant tear. She absolutely hated it when she cried; how was anybody supposed to take her seriously in that condition? But she was just so confused...
"Ma'am?" asked a voice nearby, and Vic quickly looked up to see a young man, a Legionnaire, slowly walk towards her. A few errant strands of dark brown hair shot out from beneath his helmet, and he arched his head to the side. "Is anything wrong?"
Vic vigorously rubbed away what little moisture remained on her face, and shook her head. "No, I just...I mean I'm fine," she explained, nodding her head slightly. She glanced to the side, to get her bearings, and noticed the gate leading to the Talos Bridge, out of the city. One of the city gates...
Was it a coincidence that without realizing it, she'd wound up here? After what she'd seen? Struck with a slight sense of awe, she turned to the Legionnaire. "Tell me...have you seen anything odd lately? Anything that might cause the city guard to close up the gates to the city?"
The young man gave Vic a curious look, before shaking his head slightly. "Uh, no ma'am, nothing like that. You mind if I ask why?"
"No reason," Vic replied, before sitting down on the cobbled stone at her feet, back against the building which she'd been leaning on. "Thanks for your help."
"It's what we do, ma'am," the Legionnaire replied dutifully, before snapping a crisp salute and heading back to his post at the side of the city gate.
What could he have meant? Victoria wondered, too preoccupied with her own thoughts to realize another presence, like Klace's but not like his, was in the area. That Legionnaire said nothing was happening, that nothing was wrong with the gates...so what did that figure mean?
OOC: I'm playing with the idea of turing the random Legionnaire into a non-Chosen character, seeing as they seem to be at a premium at the moment. I'll let you know.
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Post by FC4 on Jun 29, 2008 2:36:00 GMT
Phorease stood in the Feed Bag at the foot of the stairs, looking around. The Inn was dank and dark, having an air to it of shiftiness and not-so-legal activity. But it was lit by candlelight that only added to the air of the inn as somewhere poor and less-than-lovely.
You don't belong here. he couldn't help but agree with the voice as he looked at the patrons of the inn, noticing their stares. Phorease was the shiniest figure in the room, with more gold on his shoulders and his staff than in all the patron's pockets combined, likely. And this knowledge showed on his face, his hazel eyes watching the patrons warily. They looked to him likewise.
And then he saw Lex, sitting with her knee to her chest, before she sat straighter and motioned for him to sit down. It was like a switch for the rest of the inn, and everyone seemed to no longer care about Phorease's existence. Which was good, because the serpent on the left arm had begun to get agitated and wiggle beneath his sleeve along his skin.
He'd only seen the viper strike once, and he was not keen to repeat the event just yet.
He walked over to the table, his staff tapping as he went. He still looked nervous when he reached the table and sat down, smoothing out his robes and leaning his staff on his shoulder, his right arm hugging the staff as he held it. His hazel eyes still scanned the area.
"I'm glad I never went in here without you... I might have to get into a fight otherwise, based on the looks they gave me." He whispered over the table. "Now I'm the one out of place, what irony..." He remarked offhandedly then, smiling to Lex. Her golden eyes were glittering in the candlelight, and his hazel ones also shimmered. He couldn't help but notice there was a beautifully wild aspect to those eyes.
A beauty not fit for you, Phorease. Look at this place. This is her home. You don't belong in this place. You don't belong with these people.
But you had said that she-
Yes, she can be an ALLY, Phorease. An ALLY. I never expanded upon this fact, did I? The voice replied, making Phorease's smile slip a little. He couldn't help but agree with the voice. He did not belong here, did not belong with these people. But Lex... Well, she already knew of his powers, so the one major roadblock of his past had been eliminated. She was at least accepting his presence near her.
"So um... what were we talking about before?"
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Post by Vicorva on Jul 3, 2008 15:44:06 GMT
Lex was watching Phorease... but sort of watching inside him, gazing at the bright colours of his aura, stark against the shadowy darkness that curled around him, seeing flickers of influence, past and future, upon his person.
When he spoke, Lex's eyes brightened. "We were going to discuss the expansion of your powers, and your service to the darkness..." she began, but her voice trailed off as she watched him, could see the conflict within him. For some reason, she felt drawn to him, although she couldn't have said why. "Do you know what?" she began, deliberately ignoring the darkness' irate voice in her mind. "Why don't we leave that for a moment. Phorease, I'd like to know about your past." There was a defiance in her eyes and heart as she stood strong against the darkness. This couldn't hurt. She only wanted to know more about him, to feed the strange hunger for information about him that resided within her. Though she could See much about him with her power, she wanted to hear it from him.
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"The owner is present," said a calm male voice, followed by a serene young mer. Dorien came up behind his servant, who smiled and disappeared back into the house.
The mer's grey eyes were alight with interest as he studied the newcomer, that powerful energy hanging in the air between them, the sign of two Chosen. But was this a Shade or a Light? Or some poor Undecided soul? Time will tell, I suppose... he thought.
"My name is Dorien Rune," he introduced himself, a note of curiosity in his voice. "I'm the owner of this place. Please, come in... I'm sure we have much to talk about."
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Post by FC4 on Jul 3, 2008 16:44:44 GMT
Lex was watching Phorease... but sort of watching inside him, gazing at the bright colours of his aura, stark against the shadowy darkness that curled around him, seeing flickers of influence, past and future, upon his person. When he spoke, Lex's eyes brightened. "We were going to discuss the expansion of your powers, and your service to the darkness..." she began, but her voice trailed off as she watched him, could see the conflict within him. For some reason, she felt drawn to him, although she couldn't have said why. "Do you know what?" she began, deliberately ignoring the darkness' irate voice in her mind. "Why don't we leave that for a moment. Phorease, I'd like to know about your past." There was a defiance in her eyes and heart as she stood strong against the darkness. This couldn't hurt. She only wanted to know more about him, to feed the strange hunger for information about him that resided within her. Though she could See much about him with her power, she wanted to hear it from him. Ignore it. Tell her about your power, how to improve it and your work for the Darkness. Ignore your past. The voice hissed, sounding irritated. For some reason, Phorease found an unusual pleasure in this. He didn't want to talk business right now. He preferred simply chatting informally with the rogue woman he had just recently met. "Well... I don't want to bore you with it, but if you are interested, then I suppose so." Phorease replied, leaning forward a little and resting his elbows on the table. "I grew up in Chorrol, on those farmlands near the Imperial Reserve. Seems a little unusual, but I was actually a poor farmer growing up." Phorease grinned at this; he found it funny at least. And now he was a master sorcerer decked out in gold. "Every time we took a trip to the city to sell our crops to the local inns, father would send me off to buy supplies. Once, I passed a mage on the street, and she was with a scamp. I was scared, of course, since I was seven or eight at the time, but when it had finished picking plants for her it disappeared. I guess she had it helping her pick them, or something, but I was fascinated by it. The fact you could summon creatures from another realm to serve you." Phorease grinned wider. "I vowed that day I would try to become like her, a conjurer. So when I was fifteen and free to go off the farm, I went to the Guildhall to study." His smile began to slip, and he leaned back in the chair. "I studied for five years. Even after that, I wasn't able to summon a scamp without it trying to wreck something. I could summon weak Daedra, sure... but I couldn't control them well. I almost gave up when one of them nearly burned the guildhall. But instead I tried to study the literature on them, hoping that it would help me control them." Phorease sighed, looking at the top of his staff. "It didn't. Another one a week later nearly killed a fellow guildmember, and though no charges were brought against me I forced myself into exile from the guild. I couldn't look at my colleagues after nearly killing them." Phorease looked up to Lex now, mouth taunt as he nodded his head. "Around that time I heard the voice in my head, and listened to it. I visited Clavicus Vile's shrine, struck the deal, and now..." "I'm a master Conjurer as I always dreamed to be, but I am unsure what Clavicus Vile has taken from me in return. I'm not sure I want to know, really. I was young and foolish." Phorease wasn't really sure why he even had to tell her, when he suddenly remembered she had that Sight power. Well, maybe the Sight was unable to see details, only vague description. Regardless, he'd spilled out his life to her in a lovely summary. Was only proper she returned the favor. "And what about you? What history is behind a rogue woman like yourself?" --------------------- Lee ran over the bridge towards the Arcane University, panting as he slowed to a stop at the gates and rested his body on them. Once he had managed to catch his breath again, Lee opened the gates and passed the Battlemage guard, nodding to the man as he went. Beneath his hood the Battlemage eyed the sweaty young mage, then shook his head and returned to attention. Lee made quick work of getting to his room, and rummaged through his things frantically. He threw a few days worth of clothes into the bag, as well as some quills, his journal and notebooks, and his sketchbook. A second bag he filled with a paint palette, a few paintbrushes, some pencils, and inkwells. A few empty canvases were stacked together on one side of the room, and Lee waved his hand in an intricate pattern in the air towards them. The canvases shrunk to the size of books, and he stuffed them in the bag as well. Just as he slung the two bags over his shoulder and was about to leave, he stopped and started at the painting of a horse sitting on the easel. The painting he had been working on when he had met Lex. A sting of pain hit his heart as he recalled the woman, one of few people he could have befriended without hiding his power. And he had screwed it up. The woman had even taught him what he was, what he faced. He didn't know it, but he had also been the last straw that had sent Lex over the edge. But as he left his mullings behind he noticed something odd about the half-finished drawing. He could see picture frames in the drawing.
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Post by Vrek on Jul 3, 2008 18:32:24 GMT
Iwan sighed, shaking his head, "It's not just distraction... it... it was freedom. Freedom from... troubles, from struggles. Klace, I need to struggle to live. Everyday has to be a fight for me. Without that... I'm blind to the world.
"But enough about that." He spoke with a sudden resolve, "If we're to find her, we had better get started soon." He started walking, motioning for the violinist to follow. "I'm sure we'll find her soon."
He pulled his hood back over his head, protecting his ears from the brisk morning. He could already feel a small drizzle of snot rolling from his nose. He'd likely start coughing soon. Without a word he pulled a peach from the bag always tied to his side, and bit into it.
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Alinor walked slowly across the thin bridge connecting the whole of the Imperial City to the docking district, debating on what to do next. Part of him urged to return to his home hidden within the sewers, but another pushed the truth of that trip would be: There wouldn't be anything worth doing. None of the skeletons nor zombies would need maintenance of any sort, his home was well enough hidden that none ever found his little lair, due in no small part to his sabotaging of gates throughout the underworld of the city.
Then there were the wants and needs of the Darkness. And it's chosen champion, Wilfric. Sensing his tenant's approval, he set off in search of the man, looking for the calling of his lifeforce.
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Post by Kleidium on Jul 4, 2008 15:45:48 GMT
Klace listened to his words, and cringed as he realized what exactly the blind man was really saying. However, at the sudden change of subject, he decided to let it go for now. He stood for a moment, watching him walk, before finally forcing his legs to work, moving forward as well. He began to look around, carefully listening for the clank of armor that was Victoria, along with searching with his eyes.
Iwan could possibly be able to find her with the sound of her armor, but in the hustle that the city is usually in, it may prove difficult. Perhaps I could fix that, however...but I don't think I can hold it off and walk at the same time; not this early in the morning, anyway.
"So, where do you suppose she went off to, then?" He asked Iwan, continuing to look around.
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Post by webster52402 on Jul 7, 2008 17:15:06 GMT
OOC: Whew... Finally, my move is done. Now, I can get back to work. Hopefully, to stay this time.
IC: Wilfric was standing just outside of the White Gold Tower, his calculating gaze tracing up its intricate walls. Unlike most, Wilfric was not really wowed by the aesthetic aspect of the tower, he had never been. No, his interests lay inside the white marble tower, within the twisting, well guarded corridors. His interests lay with the Councilmen that called this place home, and with the dark secrets that they contained in their hearts.
For a moment, Wilfric felt a wistful pang as his thoughts happened across Lex. She would have been beyond useful here, as her Sight could tell him what Wilfric needed to know with only a glance, a single, piercing look that Wilfric could use against the Council members without a second thought, and without endangering himself. However, without her present, off running some errand no doubt, Wilfric would need to find a way inside without assistance, some way that he could get past all the guards, to the chambers of the Council members, some way to gather their dark secrets...
One hand set itself against his chin, as he tilted his gaze down to the earth at his feet. He could always just try a stealthy way in, of course. He could become the Serpent that always resided within him, and use its sinewy, and potentially compact form to slip inside. That was always one option. However, that would be difficult for certain. He had Illusion magics at his disposal, though, that would undoubtedly be useful.
Another option was to find a servant of theirs, impersonate them, or affect the Servants directly to gather the information for him. If anything, that was the best route at his disposal, rather than piercing through the defenses of the tower. He smiled to himself, as he turned once more, his cloak fluttering around him. The beggars on the Waterfront would know more about the servants of the Council Members, as they always hungered for such information, usually to a Thieves' Guild member. Wilfric would simply need to remove his regal appearance, done quite easily with a change of cloak, and then hunt one of them down...
This was going to be a piece of cake.
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Post by FC4 on Jul 7, 2008 18:42:02 GMT
What the? Why is that in there? Lee wondered, leaning towards the canvas to look closer at the small picture frame in his painting. He never recalled painting a frame in the picture, especially hanging in the sky with no purpose.
And that's when his eyes glimpsed another odd shape. Another frame in the picture, amongst the leaves of a tree. Lee frowned, leaning closer to the painting. Would they appear in the world as well?
Only one way to find out, and that was to will himself into the world. Closing his eyes, he imagined himself in the world of painting and color, and felt a wind rush around him. When he opened his eyes again, he was on a road of acrylic paint, with a chestnut horse eating tufts of grass nearby. And when he looked at the tree, he indeed saw the picture frame.
It's contents were interesting, though. It was a room. A dirty, lower-class room with musty rugs and rickety wooden furniture. And it looked real, not painted. Frowning, Lee turned away from the tree frame, only to see a frame across the road from him. This frame, unlike the other, displayed a room Lee was quite familiar with. His room in the University.
Dropping the cloth sacks Lee stared at the frame in wonder, his mind wrapping around what was going on. Could he really-?
Only one way to test. Lee quickly snatched up the sacks and ran down the road, passing frames and pastel bushes and watercolor sands as he went, looking for a frame that displayed his desired scene.
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