Reunion
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Reunion
Just outside the west gate of Trollsbane, Aldriaa muses, That is where he said she would be...
Aldriaa makes her way to Trollsbane's West Gate, her long silvery hair catching rays of moonlight as she passes. Those that see her through their windows that night will later say she walks as though with a purpose.
She stops at the gate, standing silently, deliberately blending with the gray stone wall.
She stares at the bank of the small lake, and there beneath a great oak tree sits a small elfess with dark hair. Aldriaa watches her for some time, and when the elfess turns her head slightly, Aldriaa can just make out a pair of expressive green eyes.
Oh, that's her all right. And if she lives...then the rest of the tale must be true as well... Aldriaa watches the figure with narrowed eyes. The figure sits calmly, gazing with a kind of fascination into the water.
Enjoy it while you still live, Arynne...she thinks, turning suddenly away, her hand tightening on the hilt of her blade.
((This is a semi-planned RP, so certain people have planned participation. However, once I make my second post as Aldriaa, it will be a completely open RP, as long as your char is in some way acquainted with either Arynne or Aldriaa. Please, until then only the people I contacted about it, just so the setting doesn't get changed. Thanks.))
Aldriaa makes her way to Trollsbane's West Gate, her long silvery hair catching rays of moonlight as she passes. Those that see her through their windows that night will later say she walks as though with a purpose.
She stops at the gate, standing silently, deliberately blending with the gray stone wall.
She stares at the bank of the small lake, and there beneath a great oak tree sits a small elfess with dark hair. Aldriaa watches her for some time, and when the elfess turns her head slightly, Aldriaa can just make out a pair of expressive green eyes.
Oh, that's her all right. And if she lives...then the rest of the tale must be true as well... Aldriaa watches the figure with narrowed eyes. The figure sits calmly, gazing with a kind of fascination into the water.
Enjoy it while you still live, Arynne...she thinks, turning suddenly away, her hand tightening on the hilt of her blade.
((This is a semi-planned RP, so certain people have planned participation. However, once I make my second post as Aldriaa, it will be a completely open RP, as long as your char is in some way acquainted with either Arynne or Aldriaa. Please, until then only the people I contacted about it, just so the setting doesn't get changed. Thanks.))
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A cloaked figure, wraped in a heavy grey cloak which one day could have been green of blue, is leaning to the wall in front of the shop, scanning the area with pale blue eyes from within the hood he uses to hide his face. The eyes have no shine.
He notices an elfess passing, she seems so decided that she doesnt even notices him. But he smiles. No, he doesn't, it was more like a smirk, a grin.
The hood turns on her direction as she passes and a glimpse of dirty blue hair can be seen between the shadows of the cloak.
He notices an elfess passing, she seems so decided that she doesnt even notices him. But he smiles. No, he doesn't, it was more like a smirk, a grin.
The hood turns on her direction as she passes and a glimpse of dirty blue hair can be seen between the shadows of the cloak.
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Arynne sits quietly by the lake again, her thoughts apparently troubling her. She had been able to forget for a short while while she was in Dravish's company, but now she is alone again, her troubles return to plague her.
She thinks of the human girl, Devrah, who lies between the world of the waking and the world of the dead. She had told Kamik Devrah would be fine, but in truth she is not entirely certain. The girl had lost a great deal of blood. However, Devrah's will seems strong; Arynne has hopes that that in itself will pull the girl through.
She thinks, also of the strange vision she received when she touched Kamik's shoulder...An image of her long-dead cousin Aldriaa, only vicious, vengeful. Not the fair and just Aldriaa she had known long ago. Dravish had said that the dead rest within Cherga's arms, that was why Aldriaa seemed so different in this vision... But Arynne thinks to herself that there is more to it than that. "Rest peacefully, whereever you are, Aldriaa...And know that I am with you always." she whispers into the water.
Arynne sighs, so lost in her thoughts that she does not notice the familiar silver-haired form behind her, nor does she hear the return whisper:
"Oh, you are more with me than you think right now, traitor Arynne."
She thinks of the human girl, Devrah, who lies between the world of the waking and the world of the dead. She had told Kamik Devrah would be fine, but in truth she is not entirely certain. The girl had lost a great deal of blood. However, Devrah's will seems strong; Arynne has hopes that that in itself will pull the girl through.
She thinks, also of the strange vision she received when she touched Kamik's shoulder...An image of her long-dead cousin Aldriaa, only vicious, vengeful. Not the fair and just Aldriaa she had known long ago. Dravish had said that the dead rest within Cherga's arms, that was why Aldriaa seemed so different in this vision... But Arynne thinks to herself that there is more to it than that. "Rest peacefully, whereever you are, Aldriaa...And know that I am with you always." she whispers into the water.
Arynne sighs, so lost in her thoughts that she does not notice the familiar silver-haired form behind her, nor does she hear the return whisper:
"Oh, you are more with me than you think right now, traitor Arynne."
In the distance, an elf clad in blue looks upon the two females... His elvish eyes allow him to see clearly who they are... he mutters under his breath "is that not...", his final words are swallowed by the wind produced as he rushes towards them...
Is the elfess behind armed with a dagger? or is he immagining things... why should an elf kill so openly, and especially one of its own kin... He fits an arrow into the bow, and pulls it back... Should the worst happen, he might just force the attacker to return back. He stops his running, and moves close to the wall; he can hear them speaking faintly...
As he moves to get a closer look, he knocks over a pebble, which falls into the water... it splashed, and he panicked... How much noise had he made? Had anyone seen him, he crouched to the floor, hoping that none would notice his presence
Is the elfess behind armed with a dagger? or is he immagining things... why should an elf kill so openly, and especially one of its own kin... He fits an arrow into the bow, and pulls it back... Should the worst happen, he might just force the attacker to return back. He stops his running, and moves close to the wall; he can hear them speaking faintly...
As he moves to get a closer look, he knocks over a pebble, which falls into the water... it splashed, and he panicked... How much noise had he made? Had anyone seen him, he crouched to the floor, hoping that none would notice his presence
Aldriaa whips around, silver hair flying at Callith's voice. She turns quickly back to Arynne, her dagger immediately hidden amongst the folds of her long white dress.
Arynne's green eyes meet hers and she mouths her name silently...Aldriaa... Her eyes are wide with disbelief.
"Aldriaa..cousin...You live!" Arynne's face is joyous, her eyes still wide with shock.
Aldriaa's eyes narrow with fury and hatred.
"Yes...but you don't. Traitor." Aldriaa withdraws the dagger from the folds of her dress and plunges it into the smaller elfess' side, registering the change of her green eyes from joy to horrified shock. Too late, Aldriaa recognizes that the stab was not fatal. She pulls back her arm and lunges forward, eyes ablaze, attempting a second strike...
((This is now an Open RP))
Arynne's green eyes meet hers and she mouths her name silently...Aldriaa... Her eyes are wide with disbelief.
"Aldriaa..cousin...You live!" Arynne's face is joyous, her eyes still wide with shock.
Aldriaa's eyes narrow with fury and hatred.
"Yes...but you don't. Traitor." Aldriaa withdraws the dagger from the folds of her dress and plunges it into the smaller elfess' side, registering the change of her green eyes from joy to horrified shock. Too late, Aldriaa recognizes that the stab was not fatal. She pulls back her arm and lunges forward, eyes ablaze, attempting a second strike...
((This is now an Open RP))
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Arynne watches as if in slow motion as her cousin falls to the ground, releasing Arynne...
Aldriaa's dagger drops to the ground, and Aldriaa's tall form falls as well, the blow from Callith's dagger knocking her unconcious...Her silver eyes remain wide open.
Arynne slumps slowly to the ground, clutching her bleeding side. Her eyes remain open in shock, as she sits on her knees in the grass, looking hopelessly at her cousin.
Aldriaa's dagger drops to the ground, and Aldriaa's tall form falls as well, the blow from Callith's dagger knocking her unconcious...Her silver eyes remain wide open.
Arynne slumps slowly to the ground, clutching her bleeding side. Her eyes remain open in shock, as she sits on her knees in the grass, looking hopelessly at her cousin.
- Lady Arynne
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Making his way through the woods the elf has much on his mind. Arynne and strangely enough Callith. When the guard was not trying to slay him, he held a decent conversation.
don't. Traitor
Hearing the shout come from near the walls Dravish quickened his pace. And with stealth made his way through the trees, emerging into the clearing to see the two elfesses, one sitting. The other standing blade within her hand.
Arynne..
Dravish pulls back his arm in a sharp motion, the blade sliding from within his sleeve into his hand. A moment later, the elfess standing over the lady Arynne falls to the ground and the guard Callith emerges on the scene. The thrown blade laying upon the ground beside them...
don't. Traitor
Hearing the shout come from near the walls Dravish quickened his pace. And with stealth made his way through the trees, emerging into the clearing to see the two elfesses, one sitting. The other standing blade within her hand.
Arynne..
Dravish pulls back his arm in a sharp motion, the blade sliding from within his sleeve into his hand. A moment later, the elfess standing over the lady Arynne falls to the ground and the guard Callith emerges on the scene. The thrown blade laying upon the ground beside them...
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The mayhem is further orchestrated by the annoying jingle of someone far off in the dîstance. Clad in rugged, rag-tag black garments and leather straps, and brandishing a ridiculously wide and round straw hat upon his head, a figure nears from the southwest, presumably the docks. The slender, almost feminine figure seems to have trouble lugging along a heavy bag, which emits loud and clattering, metallic noises. The otherwise free left hand of the figure holds the absurd hat pressed down firmly onto his head so that not a single gust of wind could blow it off, however it dives his face in shadows. The figure's torn patchwork cloak sways dramatically and impressively in the wind, quite in contrast to the clumsiness and difficulty he seems to have transporting that luggage towards the west gate.
- Lady Arynne
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- Lady Arynne
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((I have permission to control Dravish for this post))
Dravish carries Arynne in his arms and heads into the town. On the way past, his fingers itch to strike out at the unconcious silver-haired elfess, but he restrains only due to Arynne's blood warming his arms. He carries her protectively onward, eyes glinting dangerously.
Dravish carries Arynne in his arms and heads into the town. On the way past, his fingers itch to strike out at the unconcious silver-haired elfess, but he restrains only due to Arynne's blood warming his arms. He carries her protectively onward, eyes glinting dangerously.
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Aldriaa looks up at him, speaking in a way that makes perfect sense to her, but sounds vague and unreal in actuality.
"I can't believe I never saw it before...Drow cannot survive in the light. What would they want with my family's land? No, they were manipulated to attack...And by who else than the one who stood to gain everything if my sisters and I were killed? When I learned she lived, I knew this tale I heard must be true...And I will kill her. You have only delayed me, fool."
Aldriaa's face is set with hatred.
"I can't believe I never saw it before...Drow cannot survive in the light. What would they want with my family's land? No, they were manipulated to attack...And by who else than the one who stood to gain everything if my sisters and I were killed? When I learned she lived, I knew this tale I heard must be true...And I will kill her. You have only delayed me, fool."
Aldriaa's face is set with hatred.