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Post by Vicorva on Nov 11, 2008 20:27:51 GMT
Characters: Must be approved by creators Content Rating: Adult, but don’t go overboard Genre: Guild/Freeform
Read previous threads before posting- and in particular the OP of Thread 1.
Beacon of Hope-A Looming Shadow It is three days before the day of reckoning, though as of yet, nobody knows it. Tomorrow, the sun will not shine, and today the light has already disappeared for most of it.
The prophecy is beginning to be deciphered by the Lights- steps have been taken to get the Chosen on their side, and a few Shades have recently turned.
However, equally, new Shades are appearing, and Wilfric- the Darkness' favourite- is taking steps to make anything the Lights do obsolete- if the Darkness manages to hold the heart of the Emperor of Cyrodiil, it will have one.
So far, nobody knows who the 'Promised Ones' are, nor has the significance of the Angels and the Demons been clarified. All that is left to wonder is: How is it all going to end?
But the Darkness and the Light, though they cannot reveal that their time is nearing an end, are growing desperate. The gentle approach is no longer an option: the stakes are too high.
The Darkness
Wilfric: I put all of my trust in you, but still you waste your energy on social niceties with this woman! All this power I gave you, and to what purpose? To what end? The voice grows so dark it pains Wilfric to hear it- it's like a physical blow, lancing through his body, sending a shock through his system.My end.. You will take this city, my child, or I will take everything from you. You will be nothing- everything that you have will be given to another... perhaps Alinor... or perhaps that pretty new face downstairs will serve better than you.
Take this city by force, Wilfric. Or I will show you the true meaning of humility.
Alinor: You failed to salvage the situation with my defunct other Children. But I will give you one more chance to redeem yourself before I punish you. The Shade, in this building... she serves out of fear for her mother. Her heart is not completely mine- if at all.
I place two of my servants at your command, summonable by your call. Convince her that she is on the winning side, Alinor, and I will give you more power.
But I give you one task further: the Mages' Guild would stand against us, using their pithy mortal magic. Bring the Mages' Guild down, Alinor- Bring Dorien Rune down- and I will not only give you power- I will make you my favourite. I will make you King in my new world.
Shelby: Shelby's entire body suddenly feels incredibly weak, and a panic descends upon her as she realises she has no control of her own body. Her knees shake, her head spins... she is going to fall... and she feels so insubstantial, that she is not sure if even the ground will end her descent. You run the risk of damaging a very important part of my plan, Shelbitha... But understand, you have NO power against me. I have a task for you.
You must assassinate Emperor Erloire, and his entire family...
The Light
An angel stands before you, invisible and inaudible to all but Chosen. The Light, unlike the Darkness, speaks to you directly, a real being rather than just a voice, offering friendship rather than servitude.
Dorien: "You lived a life of Darkness... you, who were once the shadow's favourite, and would be still if not for one oversight: the darkness allowed you to love. It is you that must withdraw us from the shadows- bring knowledge of Chosen and Changed, of Light and Darkness to all the world. Use the Mages' Guild, your God Given position, to bring us into the Light. Let the Mages' Guild stand against the Darkness."
Phorease: "A great task lies ahead of you... great... and good. Phorease Julon, I know you have suffered much, and recent, at the hands of the Darkness, but it is your heart that I require, one freshly wounded, one that knows what it is to give up all.
Phorease, you must find a woman in Chorrol... you'll know her by the name of Shelwyn. You must bring this woman to the Imperial City and offer her your protection."
Victoria: "You, blessed daughter, must reveal the Light and Darkness to the clergy. The way will be eased for you, if you bring an offering to the Chapel, I will speak and lend my support to your words. In this way, the Changed- those without power- will learn of our condition."
Lee: "Your talent lies in more than just your art, Leonardo Landon. You have a passion: a passion to be understood, a passion to be accepted. Bring acceptance to the people, Lee. Take what the Gods have given you and use it: make your art come to life before others, as it always has in your mind. Put your art will it will be most useful."
Lex: "Alessia Dierre, named for the Slave Queen, but known as Lex Bright-Eyes, acknowledgement of your rogueish calling. There is something that you must do that is absolutely vital. You must protect the Emperor Erloire, and his sons, with your life."
Currently, there are more active Lights than Shades, but the Shades still have the upper-hand. It is an hour before the day is up, and all are wrapping up their days work and about to turn in, ready for the next lot of instructions from their masters.
Alright guys, we need to wrap up the days work so I can timeskip to morning. Recieve your instructions (add where you see fit, but don't change the tasks...) and then turn in, and we can start the next thread for real.
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Post by webster52402 on Nov 11, 2008 22:03:34 GMT
Wilfric began to reply to Maryella's inquiry into just what he had meant by the 'other things', when he was cut off by the Darkness. The anger in the Darkness' voice as it rippled through his mind caused his sallow skin to pale even further, blanching as he felt but a touch of how displeased his Master was with him.
I put all of my trust in you, but still you waste your energy on social niceties with this woman! All this power I gave you, and to what purpose? To what end? The voice grows so dark it pains Wilfric to hear it- it's like a physical blow, lancing through his body, sending a shock through his system.
Immediately, Wilfric, with the meal forgotten, jerked backwards in his chair, quickly regaining his feet and pressing his hands against the side of his head, where the pain seemed to resonate from. Letting out a cry of agony, he pressed hard against the sides of his head, trying desperately to shut the pain out, to make it end. "I'm sorry, Master, I'm sorry... I... I... Nnnng..." He couldn't even respond well, the pain was so all encompassing. Not that it mattered, as the Darkness apparently didn't really care.
The Darkness' surprisingly smooth, yet still cold and cruel voice continued to slither its words into his mind, unabated by his apologies. My end.. You will take this city, my child, or I will take everything from you. You will be nothing- everything that you have will be given to another... perhaps Alinor... or perhaps that pretty new face downstairs will serve better than you.
"No... No please, Master... I beg of you..." Wilfric gasped in between the pounds of pain, like a cruel pulse that flooded his body from that resonating point deep within his head. "I... Ahhh... I'll do whatever you ask... Just d... don't take away my power..." He muttered, sweat beginning to bead and roll down his forehead. He wasn't quite certain just what Maryella would take of this, but it wasn't important. She would be dealt with...
Take this city by force, Wilfric... Or I will show you the true meaning of humility.
With that final, ominous ring in his head, the pain that had gripped Wilfric like an iron vice released just as suddenly as it had come, leaving Wilfric watery-legged and unsupported. Collapsing forward, he tumbled to the floor, his breathing ragged and strained. His right shoulder connected with his staff, which was leaning against the table top next to where he had been sitting before his 'message' was received, sending it clattering across the ground. "By... Force...? I..." He muttered under his breath, his pale skin losing more and more blood by the second.
... The Darkness wanted a war...?
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Post by Fanchon on Nov 12, 2008 0:29:21 GMT
Shelby had barely begun to listen anew when a wave of nausea and dizziness overcame her. She bolted to her feet as the room began to spin crazily, causing her to lose all sense of direction. She wanted very desperately to sit down on the nearby bed, but found she was completely unable to control her own body. Her quivering knees buckled beneath her, and she hit the floor with a definite thud as she cried out in sheer panic.
I have been far too lenient with you. You run the risk of jeopardizing a very important part of my plan... let this be a reminder that you ultimately have NO power against me! the Darkness boomed in her skull, causing her to let out another cry of pain as she tried frantically to move.
You have skill at infiltration, and I demand the use of that skill. You are to kill Emperor Erloire, and his heirs. NONE MUST SURVIVE. Succeed, and you shall be given power beyond imagining. Fail, and the torments you undergo will make this little reminder seem pleasant by comparison.
The panic was fading, but all Shelby could do was whimper pathetically in acquiescence as her paralysis slowly lifted.
Splendid. Do NOT fail me again, Shelbitha, and NEVER again question or defy me. it whispered softly before once again falling silent.
Carefully, Shelby managed to bring herself up on hands and knees. She was still quivering and sweating as the adrenaline surged through her veins, and she was very nearly sick to her stomach. Only an effort of supreme will kept the polished wooden floor from discovering the remains of her breakfast...
I... I'm not a kill... I can't... Mom... Oh Gods...
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Post by FC4 on Nov 12, 2008 0:48:11 GMT
OOC: For the record, I like Lex... she's like a box of chocolates; full of surprises.
"Wilfric!" Maryella cried out in surprise as the nobleman leaned back in pain, before seeming to suffer some sort of seizure, muttering nonsensical words on his hands and knees. Without hesitance Maryella had dropped her silverware and got up.
When he seemed to fall still, Maryella moved again, this time hesitantly in case he began once more. Kneeling slowly, she moved one shuddering hand towards the noble, before resting it on his shoulder. "Wilfric? Are you alright? Maybe... maybe you should lay down..." ---------------------- Phorease stood in the kitchen, a sandwich in one hand and a glass of water in the other. To be more correct, he leaned on the counter, as he still felt woozy from the battle, but he'd recovered splendidly so far.
He had no idea where Lex was at the moment, but he guessed she was off being giddy somewhere in the mansion. Phorease sighed and moved to the table, sitting down and taking a bite of his sandwich. She is definitely a strange one... Do I seriously have an interest in her? Or did... no, the Altmer was spouting bull shit to help the voice. I know it!
Phorease looked at his hand, as the other held the sandwich, and watched the three black Daedric-inscribed claws pulse with life and lack of it. But how can I be Light, with Daedric power pulsing through me? I'm tainted.
"But you can still do good, Phorease Julon." The Conjurer looked up at the voice, to see a beautiful golden light before him, hovering over the table. "You are tainted, yes; but the girl has shown there is hope. You still feel, still love, still strive for that which is right. You are still a Light in your heart." The Angel -for what else could the unearthly sphere be, as Lex had referred to them before as such- moved closer to him. Phorease should have been blinded by the light of the being's presence, should have felt the heat... but none of it happened. "And that is what matters most." Phorease closed his eyes, feeling a warm, soothing relief wash over him, as if all fatigue and pain was being swept away.
"A great task lies ahead of you... great... and good. Phorease Julon, I know you have suffered much, and recent, at the hands of the Darkness, but it is your heart that I require, one freshly wounded, one that knows what it is to give up all.
"Phorease, you must find a woman in Chorrol... you'll know her by the name of Shelwyn. You must bring this woman to the Imperial City and offer her your protection." He barely heard the voice of the Angel as the world slipped from his consciousness, and sleep overcame him.
OOC: I'll do one for Lee later.
Edited.
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Post by Vrek on Nov 12, 2008 2:45:43 GMT
Alinor's head was bowed, his eyes closed. His focus was entirely upon the home, the house which within stood Wilfric and the new Shade. You failed to salvage the situation with my defunct other Children. Alinor would have narrowed his eyes at the reminder, had they been open. But I will give you one more chance to redeem yourself before I punish you. The Shade, in this building... she serves out of fear for her mother. Her heart is not completely mine- if at all. Alinor opened his eyes, and looked up at the building.
The Necromancer nodded, already knowing the voice's next words. I place two of my servants at your command, summonable by your call. Convince her that she is on the winning side, Alinor, and I will give you more power.
But I give you one task further: the Mages' Guild would stand against us, using their pithy mortal magic. Bring the Mages' Guild down, Alinor- Bring Dorien Rune down- and I will not only give you power- I will make you my favourite. I will make you King in my new world. This made the mage bolt upright, spooking a passerby who dawdled to late into the evening.
It is too soon! You promised me that I- You will get your chance, Alinor. The Darkness shot back, his voice thick with cruel warning. But the time draws near that Dorien Rune will rally the mages. Do not allow it to happen. You will have your time.
Alinor quietly accepted the answer. He leaned back against the wall, just barely closing his eyes when they shot open as a thud and screaming began within the house, nearly simultaneously. Not waiting a moment, the Altmer waved his hand and it faded from sight, along with the rest of him. he stopped for a split second, mere inches from the wall of the house. He concentrated, then stepped through the wall, still hidden from sight.
On the inside, he was met with the sight of a cringing Wilfric, with the woman trying to comfort him. Stretching his senses, he assured himself that the new Shade was still upstairs. Putting Wilfric behind him, he quickly stepped towards the stairs. Slowly he put his foot up each stair, one step at a time. He could have just levitated up the steps, but that would run the risk of him being seen if his invisibility spell dissipating.
After what felt like an agonizingly long time, Alinor reached the highest stair. He turned the corner, and was met with the new Shade, a young Breton girl, struggling much like Wilfric. With a wave of his hand, Alinor returned to normal. He knelt down, and made a 'shh' gesture.
He reached over, grabbed her forearm, and uttered a simple incantation under his breath. If the girl did not struggle so much as to break his grasp, she would appear along with the Altmer in front of the Temple of the One.
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Post by Fanchon on Nov 12, 2008 6:11:31 GMT
OOC: Never said I didn't like Lex, she just seems a bit... manic depressive, like she's bipolar or something. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Shelby was still struggling to regain her feet when she heard extremely soft, but very distinct footsteps on the stairs, which sent a fresh wave of adrenaline through her, aggravating her nausea.
If it's the house owner, what do I do? I can't just kill her, maybe I can knock her out..., she though frantically, trying to clear her thoughts and focus on becoming fully mobile again.
From out of thin air, a tall and horribly scarred man appeared before her. He was as gaunt as a corpse, and the very slight golden tint to what little intact and unscarred flesh remained on his cadaverous face betrayed his Altmer heritage. He motioned quickly for her to be silent and gripped her arm with a firmness which surprised her as he whispered a few words in the spidery language of magic.
Shelby almost began to struggle, but a feeling in the back of her mind stayed her; this was the second Shade which she had sensed earlier. Reluctantly, she resigned herself to his care for the time being.
Not like I have a damned choice right now. A squirrel could kick my ass while I'm in this sorry state.
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Post by Vicorva on Nov 12, 2008 10:30:36 GMT
OOC: Damn you FC, I keep telling you. They aren't people angels. They're made of golden light. Not pretty female things you can oggle. beautiful in an unearthly way. *shakes head at your folly.* EDIT: And I'm Bi-Polar myself. Generally speaking, if you're sharp, you don't act so obviously crazy- you just seem a temperamental. But there is reason for Lex's craziness. I can't wait to show you all.
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Post by FC4 on Nov 12, 2008 20:17:05 GMT
OOC: Sorry... I don't recall you admonishing me for that. But I happen to believe that angels and heavenly beings can appear as however the one they appear to desires to see them. So it was what I went with when posting. I'll edit it.
Also, got to chat with you concerning Lee at some point.
IC: It was well into the night when Lee stopped his work, looking at the canvas. The artist took a tentative step back, gnawing thoughtfully on the end of his paintbrush. For a few minutes he stood there, contemplating it.
It was certainly not a minor piece of art, either. A five-by-five canvas filled with color, not a dot left untouched. But not bright, vibrant colors. No; this painting was made of the shades of grey, from utter darkness to shinning light. The only color was tinges of red and gold, thinly mixed within the grey. Barely there.
This scheme of color gave a dark, dingy look to the characters within it; fitting considering the men and women of the picture looked like slaves, shackled and scarred and tortured. Surrounding these desolate figures were masses of blacks and greys and reds, demonic forms hiding in the shadows of the canvas corner and lording their red eyes over the slaving people.
The other side of the painting was complement of this visage. From the upper corner rays of white and gold shimmered, washing over slaves who seemed joyful and healthier than their counterparts. And within these rays of light were faint figures, men with golden hair and bleached robes and dove wings. They wielded elegant golden weapons of all kinds, charging towards the dark lower corner of the canvas where the demons lingered.
"We do not have humanoid forms." Remarked a song-like voice, prompting Lee to turn around. He would have been startled, if not for the calm feeling that had washed over him a second before. He looked at the golden light beside him -or towards it, anyways, as directly hurt his eyes somewhat- and lowered his brush from his lips.
"I know that. But the Changed don't, and they are my audience. If an artist seeks to send a message through his works, he has to see his own works through the viewer's eyes." Lee explained as he looked at the painting again.
"It is easier for people to understand a concept if it is presented to them familiarly. I made the Angels here human, to give the foreign being a more familiar aspect. That's also why the Darkness servants resemble Daedroth; It will connect quickly for the people."
"You are certainly talented, Leonardo Landon." The Angel replied, sounding quite pleased with the young scholar. " But your talent lies in more than just your art. You have a passion: a passion to be understood, a passion to be accepted.
Bring acceptance to the people, Lee. Take what the Gods have given you and use it: make your art come to life before others, as it always has in your mind. Put your art where it will be most useful." With that the Angel left, and Lee watched the golden light dim with a bewildered gaze. Bring acceptance to the people; Make your art come to life before others.
But how would he accomplish that? Besides selling this painting, how else could he spread the word? And what did it mean "bring acceptance to the people"?
Well, first thing he'd have to do is visit the Mystic Emporium, as Aurelinwae would certainly buy his latest piece. Of all the magically inclined in the city, she was the only one who truly supported his hobby. And then...
Well, the idea forming in his mind required Calindil anyways, so it all worked out. Lee continued to plan out his next day as he prepared for bed, and finally slept.
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Post by webster52402 on Nov 12, 2008 21:14:45 GMT
Slowly, Wilfric reached a hand out, grasping his staff's end lightly, before pulling it towards him, dragging it across the floor. Once it was a bit closer to him, he gripped it by the center, rather than hang on to the very end of it, and slowly used it to push himself up, shaking his head. He still felt rather weak... Like his legs had been suddenly turned into jelly for disobeying in some way, but things were finally over now, and he could at least move. "No... No, I'm fine. It's a condition of mine, I get that pain every now and again. It varies in severity, and in the situation it appears in, but I know the way to fix it..." He said, keeping it as though it were a simple illness that he suffered.
With a grunt, he pulled himself up straight, weaving in place for a moment, before turning his gaze down to Maryella. She was a liability now... Now that he didn't need the council, as apparently the Darkness wanted an all out war with the Light now, she was simply something extra. He had been hoping to use her to get closer to the seats of power, but...
Slowly, his ice blue eyes drifted closed, a soft, strained breath rushing past his lips. He wasn't sure what to do, for the first time... He didn't WANT a war, he didn't WANT to go into a battle with the Light. He didn't WANT people knowing of their existence, of the Chosen. Everything that the Darkness was doing now... He didn't WANT. When he was looking for power, then he would follow it, but... This, this wasn't about power. This was about destruction. A war wouldn't work out in his favor...
He lowered his head to rest against his staff top, his eyes squeezing closed even tighter than before. He... He didn't know... He was actually questioning his Master's orders. He was questioning just what he got out of it, what would benefit him in the end. What he would get out of the end of the war. What he would get in the battle. What he should do, in order to contain this situation and still work against the Light...
"I think... I think I should go, though..." Wilfric muttered into the top of his staff, his voice strained and tired. He sounded like a man that had just made an incredibly long journey, and only now was being delayed from reaching the end. Which, in a way, he was. He had been working his entire life to try and get power, and now all the Darkness wanted was war... War that couldn't be afforded right now. "I need to try and fix this condition... I know just what I have to do."
And, he did. He knew that he had to appease the Darkness within him, in order to get rid of the anguish, get back his favor, and to regain the power that he had lost over his own course, but... Through a war? He wasn't even sure where to begin.
"At least... I hope I do..." He whispered to himself, his icy eyes opening once more, though only just. His staff was becoming more of a crutch for him to lean upon. He was so tired...
OOC: Never thought I'd see Wilfric flirting with Undecided status.
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Post by Vrek on Nov 13, 2008 6:12:42 GMT
Alinor gagged for a moment, tryng to dislodge the sickly feeling that centered on his throat, as it always did when he used teleportation. How he hated it. Of all spells, it always the most useful that have the worst drawbacks.
He looked down at the girl beside him, seemingly pitiful, lying there. He bent down slowly, and laid a hand over her forehead. A sort of softness could have been seen behind his eyes, and he spoke softly, like a empathetic mentor to a student, "Are you alright? Hold still for a moment." He closed his eyes, and focused his mind. His hand grew light blue with an internal light, sending a restorative energy into her. The spell would simply return her strength, and make moving about more easy on her.
He rose to his feet once again. The fatherly voice and expression replaced in an instant by his cold visage. "Now, let us hurry, we have much to discuss." He gestured for her to follow him. "First, I feel that a good place to start would be introductions. You may call me Alinor. And I feel it would be helpful if you would tell me what brought you here in the first place, Miss...?"
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Post by Fanchon on Nov 13, 2008 6:29:49 GMT
The brief fatherly visage did not go unnoticed. Shelby slowly rose to her feet, stretching her muscles as subtly as possible. His spell had calmed her surging adrenaline by quite a a bit, and her strength returned to her far faster than it would have, had it been left to her will alone.
"My name, Alinor, is Shelbitha Brisbane. You may call me Shelby. And yes, we have much to discuss, just as soon as you lead me out of this... distasteful local.", she responded, stretching anew with all hope of subtleness abandoned.
"Please lead on. I have a lot of questions which need answering. The sooner we get to a safe location, the better. When we get there, we can answer each other's inquiries much more effectively."
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Post by DarkNova50 on Nov 14, 2008 4:42:08 GMT
Victoria silently mulled over the task that had been laid out ahead of her as she calmly made her way through the streets of the Imperial City, the weight of her armour paling in comparison to the weight of the thoughts playing and replaying in her mind. With so much depending on her efforts, how would she explain something like this to the Knights of the Nine? Prophecies about the end of the world, demonic voices and angels...just as likely to throw me in a small, dark room as to help me, she thought cynically.
As if in response to her concerns, however, Vic was suddenly struck dumb by a presence, one like she had felt within Dorien's manor. The Imperial looked up from the cobbled street before her to find herself face to...er, face, with another one of the angels, a shapeless, ethereal being composed entirely of soft, golden light. And by the way the select few others on the streets continued about, a being only she could see.
"You, blessed daughter, must reveal the Light and Darkness to the clergy," the being explained, its voice alien, neither male nor female, and yet unexplainably comforting. "The way will be eased for you, if you bring an offering to the Chapel; I will speak and lend my support to your words. In this way, the Changed- those without power- will learn of our condition."
"An offering?" Victoria asked aloud, attracting the seemingly confused attention of several passers by, though she ignored them. "I don't suppose you have any suggestions? It's not exactly like I carry around a box of trinkets for this sort of thing." But despite her query, the angelic figure dissipated as quickly as it had materialized, leaving her with a shiny, golden wire of hope...if she could figure out what kind of offering an order of knights would want.
"Shit," she grumbled in frustration, shaking her head as she continued forward through the streets. What could she give the Knights as an offering? Gold seemed a bit too superficial, given the magnitude of the situation. And other than that...what did she have? The young woman spat in irritation, before glancing up at the sky above.
It was late, and getting darker by the moment. What she could and couldn't fork over to make the angel show up would have to wait until tomorrow. And who knew? If she was lucky, maybe she'd have another dream, this time with some more concrete details...she resented being strung along like some cat with a piece of string. With that in mind, she began scouring the sides of the street for a place to turn in for the night, shoving her other concerns to the back of her mind for the time being.
OOC: Changing Vic's personality a bit to make her easier and more enjoyable to roleplay. Also, kudos go to anyone who spots the FF VII reference in that post.
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Post by Vrek on Nov 14, 2008 7:03:56 GMT
Alinor nodded, then bid the girl to follow him. Her stiffly formal speech was not lost on the wizard. "Come with me, then. I will bring you to your home away from home while you remain within the city."
The scarred Altmer quickened his pace, leading Shelby down the large, mostly empty streets towards the poor Waterfront district. He remained silent until they reached the thin bridge that connected the crowded docks with the main city.
He began speaking once again as they weaved between small shanties and shacks, "The place belongs to Wilfric, whom you may or may not have already met. He was the Shade in the home I pulled you out of; the favored of our side. When he speaks, I would suggest paying close attention- He is competent, this I know. Here we are." Alinor stopped before a simple shack, seemingly no different then the many others around them. Instead of simply walking through the door as he normally would have, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a key, the one Wilfric had given him on their first meeting. He slid the key into the lock, gave the key a turn, then pulled the door open. He offered the key out to Shelby, "Take this, I need it not."
He stepped inside, and sat down, "So, here we are. Now, have you any questions you wish to ask, Shelby?"
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Post by Fanchon on Nov 15, 2008 19:26:07 GMT
"Thanks, but technically I don't really need it either." Shelby said, but accepted the key, secreting it away in one for her many hidden pockets. She followed Alinor into the home, but chose to remain standing for the moment.
"Well, you can start by explaining just what the hell is going on. My loved ones have been threatened, and I've basically been tormented for months by a sadistic voice in my head telling me to do all manner of sick shit. Not to mention all the physical pain it's inflicted, including my little episode where you found me. If you've got answers, I'm all ears. If you don't, then I'm wasting my time.", She said, her voice becoming angrier with every word she spoke. For too long this had been going on, and she wanted answers, and wanted them right now, even if she had to throttle them out of the Divines themselves.
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Post by Vrek on Nov 18, 2008 2:07:03 GMT
"I'd watch your actions around this place. This is a fortress in a war; I doubt Wilfric would let anyone enter without his say so." Alinor scolded the girl for her remark.
He listened quietly through all her complaints, which began rising towards a shout near the end. He nodded, "Yes, crude tactics. Such things no one should have to live through, neither the richest prince nor the poorest pauper. Crude tactics, but necessary ones, I'm afraid." He paused, and motioned for her to sit. "But at the end of the hardest road lies the greatest prize."
"Have you noticed a sort of desperation in the Voice?" The Darkness, not happy with the description sent a shock of pain through the Altmer, mild, though noticeable. Patience! Continuing, as if nothing had happened, he said, "A war is coming, very soon. There's a certain prophecy that goes with it. I'd recite it, but I'm afraid the words have become blurred to me over the years., so please, bear with me."
"If we can win this war, great things will come your way. Your loved ones? They'll be placed in great seats of honor, living like royalty. Serve well, they may infact be the new royalty. Imagine the possibilities: How would you like the title, Duchess Selbitha Brisbane, perhaps?"
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