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  1. 8 points
    Die Shize

    Sounds of Stories

    Hello, Valucre! I had this wacky idea just now that came to me after gallivanting on what I've since brought forth as a fellow writing resource for fellow Valucreans. The idea is about getting an idea of what to write about. As some of you may know, I tend to write with music and/or ambience in my ears. More often than not, I find myself quite unable to write without something coming out of my speakers. Well, my idea surely does involve music and ambience when it comes to writing and roleplaying, so here we go: https://tabletopaudio.com/ That link will take you to a site which offers quite an extensive list of music and ambience tracks focusing on atmospheric settings, like dungeons, forests and cities, to immerse oneself in a given activity. In our case, that's roleplay. I propose this as a general writing resource for those among us who like to and are able to write with noise, because not everyone is that person and what works for me may not work for you. That being said, the Water Cooler idea here is that you pick a track from the site and make a roleplay out of it. You can either have a setting in mind and select the appropriate track or the other way around. Once selected, pop a notice in this thread of what the track is and a link to the IC thread, if for no other reason than reference purposes. Then, get to roleplaying! Tell us how you got on and share your experience! If you are like me and you listen to stuff when you write, then you're all set. If you've never tried it before, give it a go! We're all different so we write in different real life atmospheres so it may not be your thing. However, even if you can't write with noise in your ears, you can still find a track's setting, read its synopsis and, if it appeals to you, well there's an idea for a new roleplay! Or go crazy and pick a track/setting at random. An example of all this nonsense is the first track on the top row from the left called "Waterkeep". The track's image shows a beautiful castle described as "the fabled jeweled city of the north, a hub for trade, commerce and culture". So, there's your setting, all you have to do is make a roleplay out of it—listen to the track as you write or don't! If this idea gets enough attention, then later I could even make a game/challenge out of it, assigning a track/setting randomly to individuals/pairs/groups for them to only then make a roleplay out of it. So what do you all think? (Rest assured that I will edit this OP as my awfully verbose self just can't seem to properly translate my ideas half of the time. By all means, you won't insult or embarrass me by replying to the thread with advice on how to better articulate this idea and clean up the OP. In fact, I might just buy you a drink for it, pardner.) (Also, did I post on the right board..?) THANKS MISTER
  2. 8 points
    Grubbistch

    The Reverie Ball (Open Hub)

    There was nothing about the next few moments that one can consider to be objectively good. All anyone can say was that within the events of the night, tragedy compounded tragedy, as the spectacle of the looming calamity. None knew more about this terrible sadness than the one at the very center of this raging vortex, the man who had caused as much of his own heartache as well as others. He has felt the fiery cut of many names, but will always be first known as Oscar Uldwar. Standing there, with his feet on the ground and the stars above him, he could feel the weight of his actions crashing down around him. There was no escape from this, no getting away from it, all he had now was himself, and the cold steel he had brought to this damnable party. It alone could provide him comfort in this time of confusion and chaos, the only ally in a sea full of enemies. "Father?" "Luis" Turning, he saw his son, wand at the ready, but confusion clouding his face. "What are you doing out here?" He took a step forward, but found his own son held fear for him and tentatively stepped back. "Why do you have that dagger?" He asked, and Oscar finally realized he was now holding it in his hands. The weight was perfectly balanced, a simple design, with a well sharpened blade and a comfortable leather handle. At times he loved his weapons more than his wife, more than his children, even more than himself even. Oscar could relate to a weapon, he could feel comfortable around it, for it did not require anything from him, except for the requirement for blood. Perhaps tonight this one would be lucky enough to give the cold kiss of death to his own throat, before he was to face the consequences of his actions. All thoughts were swept away when he looked once more to his son. "The same reason you have your wand, my son. Neither of us can be without our weapons, it's just who we are." With a sigh, he looked to him, and said. "Do you know why I'm here?" "I thought someone hurt mother, and you were chasing them, but there is no one else out here, is there?" Oscar looked to one side, then the other, the answer as plain as the moon above them. "What did you do to mother?" "She said she wanted to leave me, so I threatened to gut your little sister like a fish if she did." The sheer shock upon his son's face, contrasted with the cold exterior of his father, was disturbing to say the least. "I thought you wanted to be a man, Luis. Men speak freely with one another, they aren't afraid of the truth, and the truth is, without my family, I fear being lonely, so very lonely." Taking another step, he found the wand his son held pointed straight at him. "One of the first things you learn as a man, Luis, is that you never hold a weapon you aren't ready to kill with." Before Luis could even speak, his father was right in front of him, with a flash of gray following. His arm erupted in terrible pain, and he screamed out, trying to pull back his arm, but not before Oscar took hold of it. "Let go of me!" "Look at it. LOOK AT IT!" The sleeve fell, and to his horror, Luis noticed the magic seal keeping the black mana in check was broken by a red cut. "They want to lock you away from your darkness, but you are an Uldwar, and an Uldwar always faces his darkness." Whimpering in pain, Luis tried with all his might to wrench his arm free, the whispers invading his mind as his father spoke of things he didn't understand. "Our family is cursed, Luis. So long as the blood of our founder runs through your veins, you will always be cursed." "Let go of me!" Shutting his eyes tight, Luis tried to block out the rising orchestra of aberrant thoughts and feelings. "I don't want this!" "None of us wanted this, my child. I had dreams of becoming one of the greatest archers in history, but the curse took that from me. It's all in the curse." It was almost as if he were preparing him for something, trying to teach him some eldritch piece of knowledge that didn't make any sense. "An Uldwar will always hold power, an Uldwar will always hold the sword they stole, and an Uldwar will always hold suffering in their heart. You've heard it, haven't you, son? That one word which guides you to the worst possible outcome, causing you nothing but pain and hardship. We can't run from it, we can't lock it away, and we can't hide from it. Sooner or later, it comes for all of us, and it will take all of us to our graves. Luis I'm so-" "I said let go!" With so much blood coming from the wound on his arm, Luis was able to slip free of his father's grasp, with just enough space to hurl a spell straight at his own father. There was a blinding light, then the whole world went into darkness. Luis was unconscious, laying down with a deep cut in his arm, next to a tree that was not there just a moment ago. It was a gnarled, black husk of what might have been a great and powerful oak once, but now it stood just outside the palace, forlorn and silent. If one were to stare within the knotted hole in the middle of the leafless tree, one could almost swear they heard the tortured screams of a man in that oppressive darkness. Vesper would arrive just as a group of Imperial Guards did, the scene looking odd, yet telling of what happened. "The boy's been cut." One of the guards said. "Lord Uldwar must have done it before running off. We need to find him, and quickly." "Wouldn't the wards have caught him before he made it off the palace grounds?" "In theory, yes, but he likely has something that negates the effects of the magic, which means he has to be armed with more than just a blade." It was the only logical thing they could think of, even in a world full of magic and oddities. "You two, report to the Emperor what happened, another two will head into the woods to search for Lord Uldwar while I keep watch of his son." As the guards went about their work, the lead guard looked to Vesper. "There's nothing else for you to see here. Head on back to the party." He said casually, unaware of her true reason for being there, he turned his back on the sea witch, keeping watch for anything suspicious coming his way. @KittyvonCupcake
  3. 8 points
    LikelyMissFortune

    The Reverie Ball (Open Hub)

    More questions than answers. A dozen questions set wheels turning so fast in her mind, each falling unanswered, giving rise to more questions until it rivaled the vibrant nobles- twisting, turning, tumbling in all their colorful glory. Some of them knew, could sense there being something wrong- some unknown tragedy playing out beneath their nose. She could already hear the whispers filling the air, perhaps Duchess Ship Skirt would claim to have been trampled by Oscar after the night. It disconcerted her how easily the incident simple wove into the opulent merrymaking they were so preoccupied with. Her mind stilled, as they approached Miss Chamelis and Merida and the Mosgrove boy; impressed that he hadn't turned tail yet. Tougher than he seemed, she was very impressed. "There are some matters at hand that require my attention. Could any of you point in the direction that Luis went? I must speak with him.” She hissed under her breathe, half a plea to be careful- half a sound of surprise, she slipped a ring off her finger, gold and ornate, emblazoned with the Dali rose. She pressed the ring onto Vespers palm. "Rather strong sedative," She whispered, guiding the other's fingers to the latch beneath; forcing the clever rose to fold open- sparkling silver powder glimmering inside. "You may find more use for it right now than I." She let the courtly, stupid- spiteful smile slip, just for a moment, determination veiled cleverly beneath it. Grim lines conveyed her message clearly to the Sea Witch: Be careful, subdue him if you have to. The moment, however, lasted just that- and her hand was gone, and the grim lines eased into a coy smile. "I do appologize," she sniggered, scanning the Mosgrove boy with that potent mix of admiration from a person who didn't expect much from the poor victim of the look. She moved away from Vesper, snaking her arm around Miss Chamelis'. "Lady Merida Spidervalley, thoroughly enjoy your chivalrous knight!" "We should find ourselves partners as chivalrous as young Master Mosgrove here," She caressed the word master, eyes glinting with pleasure- a cat with the most delicious cream to lap at. "Let's dance Miss Chamelis! Let's commandeer Marceu and Niko and dance!" She laughed airily, scanning the crowds for the head the rather smooth Tea House staff. Her smile did tighten, at the sight of Duchess Karradeen, and Jasper Hilderbrand. She needed to be there, both together offered the very seductive prospect of strengthening her budding business, and, promote the prospects of the Tea House along with hers. And of course, there was that small matter. @vielle @KittyvonCupcake @Witches Brew @Tyler
  4. 8 points
    notmuch_23

    The Reverie Ball (Open Hub)

    Neither Vivian nor Nadia decided to stay near Emperor Demetrius; their (rather well-justified) fear of angels had won out and they scampered to get back to Aveline. Then they ran into an impenetrable wall of skirts and legs as the Descartes twins' entourage thundered through Now though, at least there are paths for the six-limbed creatures to weave through the crowd. Ladies would feel something brush against their skirts, guys would feel something furry rub against their legs, serving only to confuse people more after what happened between Oscar and Cassandra Uldwar. Aveline, and Thurgood for that matter, knew Oscar was bad news the second he stepped foot in the Mil Dot Lunaris. Their time on Gaia Prime had given them the ability to judge danger pretty well, since it kept them alive more times than they can count. Right now, that subconscious warning that has kept her alive so long is telling Aveline that shit is about to go down, and she'd better secure herself and her "furbabies" before it does. "Teresa, I'm getting that feeling in the back of my head that some serious fuckin' shit is 'bout to go down," Aveline says, "you'd better stay close to your dad; I gotta find the foxes." Since she got through the portal, the Glock 17 she has holstered on her left shoulder had damn near left her memory completely, but now she can't help but feel the pistol with every step she takes into the crowd, looking down. "Vivian, Nadia, get over here." @Ataraxy
  5. 8 points
    KittyvonCupcake

    The Reverie Ball (Open Hub)

    “Is it wise to leave Mer behind, Moonie?” Mention of Evienne’s pet name for Vesper elicited a snort and eased the iron grip concern held on her features. “Merida is tougher than she believes herself to be,” she remarked with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Caring for herself after a little stress will build her confidence. Besides--” a quick conspiratorial grin flashed for a moment before fading back into carefully poised neutrality “--she has the young Mosgrove to keep her company.” What she did not mention were the eyes that would have been attracted to Merida after the incident in the ballroom. Even unarmed, Ser Mosgrove made a formidable guardian, and there were those sympathetic to the Dalis within the servants that toiled as the nobility played. “Vesper...did that crowd seem a little strange to you?” “Remarkably so. Goldie, listen.” Her gaze sliced a furtive diameter around the hall, settling for a moment upon the approaching noblewoman and her daughter before darting back to Evienne. “I trust your instincts, yet you must tread with care. You’ve been spared the sight of what Uldwar is capable of. I have not.” A bow was offered to the unknown lady with a closed fist against her chest and a shallow dip at the waist, a greeting from one genteel to another. Cassandra and Oscar’s flight to the washroom either attracted more than just the Dalis’ or the mother and daughter pair selected an inopportune time to freshen up before a dance. Though unpleasant, the threats she heard from behind the washroom door were of little surprise. Reports flowed in of Lord Uldwar’s fraying nerves. While she could not boast of an intimate familiarity with Oscar’s psyche, information from the Dali’s spy network and experience allowed her to paint an impression; that of a man with a hot temper and a desire for more power (a fool, as Lady Halisera would state) still reeling from the losses that occurred during Damien’s reign. A fool, but a dangerous fool, and true warriors rarely retired peacefully. Still, an ache of sympathy for Cassandra leaked through the impenetrable veil she cast around herself. The sinewy muscles of her tall frame were tensed as a cat waiting to pounce, ready, watchful, and ever vigilant. As the washroom door swung open and Evienne unleashed the venom she hid so well beneath her silks and smiles, Vesper remained still, the foreboding figure at Evienne’s shoulder. If conflict, as unlikely and misguided as it would have been considering the location, were to arise, the washroom had one advantage: quick access to water. Perhaps Uldwar himself may have witnessed the remains of drowned men in Damien's holds, struck unseen at night. Yet, dogged by whatever boiled within him, the lethal steel of Vesper’s glare went unnoticed by Lord Uldwar. She helped Evienne steady herself and awaited both Suri and Kalika’s entrance before following them into the room, glancing at the door every so often as if she expected an unwelcome entry. Vesper was furious. It was a cold fury, one that desired the sound of broken bones with a surgical precision, one that found liberation in the execution of oppressive forces, but it was a fury that could be set aside to focus on more important matters at hand. Control was required before the situation grew out of hand. Anger must abide. “I’ll look after your son and daughter, as well,” she stated in a cold, even tone. “It would be unwise to return to your husband, Lady Uldwar. I suggest petitioning for asylum within the halls of another House, preferably away from Misral. An attempt to reclaim you by force would be an act of war.” It was a relief that Evienne decided to leave care for the distraught woman in Lady Kalika’s hands. Her hand rest gently on Evienne’s shoulder as she steered her out towards the hall, providing guidance during her cousin’s dazed state. She spoke with a forced cheer, prompted by the curious looks cast their way from gossip hungry stragglers in the ballroom. “Come, Goldie,” she grinned through gritted teeth. “Allow me to handle the guards. You are needed on the dance floor, alongside Merida. Her governess only taught her old fashioned waltzes fit for a dowager in panniers. Could you find me a suitable partner for when I return?” As they drew closer to where the youngest Dali had been left behind, Vesper uttered a whispered swear. Luis was gone. In his place was Alistair Mosgrove and a bemused looking servant with the recently enchanted plate of lemon cakes and a tray of the cider Luis requested balanced in each gloved hand. “My apologies, sir.” When flustered, Alistair had the habit of taking off his glasses and wiping the lenses. He was in the process of doing so before he recalled that he would have needed to pull the tails of his white undershirt out from his pants to properly clean them. His eyeglasses hovered for a hesitant moment before finding their home back on his face, a noticeable blush blooming across his caramel colored cheeks. “I thought he would have been here, but it seems he left. Lady Merida, do you know where Lord...Mister...Oh, hello, Lieutenant!” Vesper and Evienne’s return brought about a palpable sense of relief within the boy. The tension of his shoulders relaxed by a hair, though remnants of the blush remained across his face. Merida was correct in her assumption that he had felt very strange, but it was a welcome strangeness in contrast to the dull routine of life at the Academy. Certainly no one had ever pinched his doublet in the middle of class as they seemed to do at balls. “Hello, young Mosgrove. Thank you for providing Lady Merida company.” Vesper offered another bow to Dahlia, this time with an expression that belonged on a particularly sly vixen. “Miss Chamelis. I do apologize for our sudden departure after that odd incident. It’s certainly the first time I’ve ever been to a ball where someone groped my cape before asking for a dance.” Somewhere in the Dali estate, Jonathan the under-butler was unable to suppress a groan. He could simply feel Lady Vesper’s crass humor on the wind. “There are some matters at hand that require my attention. Could any of you point in the direction that Luis went? I must speak with him.” @vielle @Witches Brew @LikelyMissFortune @Grubbistch
  6. 7 points
    Grubbistch

    The Reverie Ball (Open Hub)

    There was always bound to be opposition for her faith, though this one appeared to be fueled by a misunderstanding of what she did. "If you'd like, you can come to Port Mars and witness all the people we feed for free at the temple, all the healing we do at no cost, the hope we give to those without any. Then you can tell me if religion isn't needed for these islands." In order for Gaianism to thrive once again, there will likely be a thousand more battles she will have to fight in order to protect it's ideals. That was something she was more than ready to do, for she knew it to be truth and righteousness. At the departure of Lady Singlance, Illyana began to get a worried feeling in the pit of her stomach. "What's going on? Is there something that we should be worried about?" The possibility of danger wasn't something that she was unfamiliar with. However it did make her worry about her little brother, still so new to the world, and nearly defenseless as it was. Meanwhile, Cassandra was making her way with Kalika Hildebrand, hoping to find her port in the storm. "House Hildebrand and House Uldwar have always been good friends. Will Lady Varda be willing to set aside her alliance with my husband to keep my children and I safe? Oh no...Hanna is still in Port Mars. I need to send word to have her moved, before my husband...no, before Oscar gets to her first." It was hard to keep from shaking, but she did her best, if only for the sake of remaining strong for her children. They were all she cared about now, they were all that truly mattered. Oscar...was dead to her. @Ataraxy @vielle @Sleepy Seal @danzilla3
  7. 7 points
    Ataraxy

    The Reverie Ball (Open Hub)

    "Eh, from what I've heard, 'bout as useful as any other high explosive, like RDX or methyl nitrate," Aveline replies, "still need to actually drill holes though, and there, diamond will be the most able to pierce the igneous rock. I know Thurgood wants to build a geothermal power plant there, but that would mean dealing with the Uldwars..." [Aveline] "As Aveline says, you probably could, but there might be better ways. My head of R&D had an interesting idea involving a giant steam powered drill for example. Maybe you two should meet. I get the feeling you'd get along." [Grant] The imperial princess frowned, rather displeased by their answers. She'd had her hopes pinned on Vulcanium being the solution to her problems. Unfortunately, it seemed, such ease was not to be. Mount Egon was a ridiculously large volcano, its durability increasing as one neared its core. She'd tried before, obviously, using a variety of different materials but none had done so much as punctured the second layer. According to her father, it was Mount Egon which was causing the islands' constant increase in temperature. An issue which, much to her pride, he had bestowed upon her. Her. And, yet, she'd made no progress. "Hiya, princess! And friends of princess!" [Som] Deep in thought as she was, Som's voice went unnoticed by the princess as he approached. Her eyes pointed slightly downward as she mulled over the disappointing information. If not even Vulcanium would work, how in the Creator's name was she going to break her way into Mount Egon? Dwarves. The answer came unbidden and caused her frown to deepen, but she nonetheless accepted the possibility. If there was ever a people who could build a sturdy tool of materials with a strength beyond measure, it was the dwarves. And all of all the places in Terrenus there was only one remaining choice. But how was she going to get the material fro- Her thoughts were quickly cut off when Som reached them, the gentle smell of a warm fire filling her nostrils. Teresa's head shot up, eyes flying to Som's as her ears, fortunately covered by her hair, flushed red. It took a moment but Teresa's training kicked in. Within seconds she'd recollected herself and gave a short nod of respect toward the Veluriyam general. "Good evening, General," she said, flashing him a quick smile. "Thank you once again for escorting me to the Hell's Gate tournament." Her words came to a full stop, birthing an uncomfortable silence if only for a split second. The result of that tournament had absolutely not gone according to her plan. Quickly changing the topic before he could respond, she continued, "I trust your trip from Stronghold was uneventful?" A moment after Som had the opportunity to respond, a young girl stepped tentatively into the make shift group that had been slowly gathering around Teresa. If she had to guess, Teresa would've said the girl was only a couple years older than herself. If memory served... Illyana Uldwar. Teresa resisted a gulp, forcing down her nerves with pure will power. Out of all the noble families, the Uldwars unnerved her the most. Or, at least, the rumors of them. She'd never actually met any of them. Well, silver lining was that the person before her wasn't Oscar Uldwar or Halisera Dali. Teresa highly doubted her skills in even just chatting with either one of them. She'd leave that to her mother. Again Teresa resisted the urge swallow, suddenly conscious of the sweat dripping down her back. That nervousness, however, vanished the moment Illyana began to speak. "Excuse me, Your Grace. My name is Illyana Uldwar, and I was hoping you might listen to a proposal I have to help restore a Gaian temple to it's former glory. It was abandoned during Damien's reign, desecrated and looted during the dark times, in desperate need of repairs. My father won't spare the resources to bring it back to working condition, but I know your father has more than enough to restore it. This temple was once the center of Gaian faith in Ursa Madeum, and with it's slow resurgence, I think it's time to heal this wound caused by King Damien Please consider my request, Your Grace. You have an opportunity to give the people back something that was stolen from them, you have the chance to give them back their faith. Is that not at least worth trying?" [Illyana] Teresa started, her lips parting slightly to give an answer when another voice spoke out. A fairly heated attestation to the young Uldwar's proposition. “Faith doesn’t feed empty stomachs. I am sure that of all things, Ursa Madeum would benefit more from repairing the tangible damage rather than the intangible damage. Wouldn’t you agree?” [Reyna] When all the nearby eyes undoubtedly turned toward Teresa, awaiting her answer, the young princess ignored their gazes. Instead she focused on Illyana, trying to see the girl's soul. To search beyond those blue eyes which stared back her. Finally, after nearly a full minute of silence, Teresa came to a decision. "It's a pleasure to meet you Lady Illyana," she said, giving a similar curt nod to the young noble much as she had done with Som. It was not a show of subservience nor a show one of submission, but rather something Teresa chose to do out of respect. Whether or not Illyana truly meant her words and regardless of whether they would have the effect she implied, Teresa respected the idea. She chose to believe Illyana meant what she said. It would perhaps show to be a misstep, a naive fault in the political world, but, regardless, she chose to believe. "Religion has always been a rather tricky subject, no matter where you are," she began, the corner of her lips upturning into a faint smile. "Even in my home, the city of angels, there is constant conflict about the existence of the Creator. But, it does have its usefulness. Sometimes it's helpful to have something to believe in that's bigger than yourself, especially in situations as dire as some people are experiencing." Turning toward Reyna, Teresa nodded. "While what you say is true, my ability to aid in Ursa Madeum's reconstruction is rather limited. It is my father, not I, that have the resources to rebuild the islands. All I might do is give support from the sidelines until I am of age." Unconsciously she bit her lips, still working out the best way to answer. Her eyes shifted back to Illyana and gave another, this time almost imperceptible nod. "I can make no promises, but I will speak to my father about the church." Even if her father denied her the resources she may go ahead and do it anyways. Her father might not have given her a large purse or authority in Ursa Madeum, but she was the Lady of Stronghold now. She could make her own choices. With her own money and resources, however small they were. "I will send word to House Uldwar within a fortnight of today with the response," she said, suddenly feeling stubbornness and pride in the thought of rebuilding something with her own prerogative, the emperor's will be damned. Suddenly, out of no where, it looked to Teresa like Aveline tensed up. Almost like she'd felt something wrong. I wish I had a sixth sense, like that, she thought. "Teresa, I'm getting that feeling in the back of my head that some serious fuckin' shit is 'bout to go down, you'd better stay close to your dad; I gotta find the foxes." [Aveline] Once again Teresa gave a slight nod, thanking and acknowledging the woman's worry together. But Teresa wasn't that worried despite Aveline's warning. They weren't just hanging out in some random ballroom- no, they were in the royal castle of Andelusia. Guards, warding, imbued magic: Teresa doubted anywhere in the entire Veluriyam Empire was as well guarded and defended as the castle. If the guards didn't arrest you, the wards would trap you. Turning back to the group once they'd all had the opportunity to comment on the church's reconstruction, Teresa clapped her hands with a grin. One that might almost seem sly if not a little beyond curious. "What news is there of Hyperion? And of Tazarek? I head they have the most amazing tools." @danzilla3 @Grubbistch @notmuch_23 @Sleepy Seal
  8. 6 points
    “Religion has nothing to do with what you have suggested,” Reyna exhaled in feigned bashfulness. “You could feed the people, heal at no cost, and give hope without promoting Gaianism.” There was actually a word for such activity: charity. There was a very large space between charity and religion, but even then, they sometimes managed to be mistaken for each other. “Hope should come from leaders. Who are we if our people only believe in a better future because of a belief that higher powers exist?” She directed a thoughtful glance at the younger girl. They looked of about the same age, but the Duchess Senaria had lived more than four times her apparent age. She had seen more, lived more, and spoken much more than this girl who couldn’t have been older than twenty-five. Being of greater age did have its benefits, and she would press her developed wit and rhetoric to its fullest. She paid no bother to the plight of Oscar Uldwar. Petty grievances weren’t in her interests to get involved in. @Grubbistch
  9. 6 points
    Sleepy Seal

    Frostbitten

    The shuffling of footsteps and shouting of men went on through the night. With a quick snap of her knee, Varda sent a rock flying into the trunk of a tree with her foot. The satisfying thump of it embedding itself in the bark did little to relieve her frustration. After her horse had been killed by an unknown assailant mere hours ago, it meant several things for the mercenary. Since the assailant was unidentified, she was unable to press charges against anyone. Demanding compensation from the stablemaster wouldn’t get her very far either. The man was poor enough as it was, and he had been good-hearted enough to seek her out in the middle of the night to inform her. The only way to make up for her monetary loss would be to obtain the coveted pelt of an alpha direwolf. After all, that was her sole purpose of journeying here. Except now there could be no failure. There was no longer room for error and she would do what was necessary to prevent any future mishap, even if it came to putting down an uncooperative member of the group. There were no hard feelings involved. It was just business. The door swung open with alarming speed. Varda marched into the inn with hastened steps, her arms swinging by her sides impatiently. She cursed under her breath, only ceasing when she came within earshot of the group. Those who sat facing the door would’ve seen her coming. The rest would've heard her forceful footsteps and foul language. “Oh? That’s perfect. We should get out of this shithole of a town right now,” she folded her arms, the corners of her lips curving into a scowl.
  10. 6 points
    @vielle As I told you in private, you get first dibs if you are available. @Abigail666 If you are still around at all, I'd like to call upon Persephone's services again. I give the above two first dibs because I've promised them things already. @Csl You expressed interest in writing a Norkotian, though I suspect if you join you'd be on Ataraxy's side. Door's open to you if you want to try though. Otherwise, @jaistlyn or @zackrobbman, I like writing with you guys, so if either of you is interested in trying your hand at writing a Norkotian, I'd be happy to have you!
  11. 6 points
    Ataraxy

    The Reverie Ball (Open Hub)

    December 20, 597 The letter had arrived in Lunaris a week in advance. A simple envelope had encased it, no address labeled on its cover. Only four words were written on its face: To Marik Cayne, Founder. For days it had sat in the mail room, unnoticed and unopened. It, after all, belonged to the man who had found Taen. Made the entire Veluriyam Empire even possible. Many suspected it was an invitation to the Reverie Ball from Emperor Titus himself. But many more doubted it would even be received. Years past in-between Marik's visits to Lunaris. Why would this time be any different? "Uh, excuse me," a young man said, ringing the front desk's bell with an annoyed haste. "Hello? I was told there's a letter for me?" He still didn't believe it. The only person who would bother trying to contact him with a letter was Crystal, but he'd literally just sent her back to Solum Irae. No way a letter from Genesaris reached Lunaris so quickly. An old woman waddled out from the back, her annoyed glare matched only by the the angry growl of a Xer'orian. "Watchya want, boy," she said, her words hand in hand with the spit that flew from her mouth. "My letter," he responded, wiping a wet spot from his cheek in disgust. "It's under Marik Cayne." The woman grunted, turning around to go get it and he muttered under his breath. "I just hope it's not soaked in spit." "Waddya say boy?" "Nothing." The mail lady handed him his letter with a snort, looking him up and down. "So you're the famed Marik Cayne?" Her accent heavily accentuated the r and c of his name, making it sound more like Marrrrrich Chayne. "Nope," he responded, "I've never heard that name before. Eerily similar to mine." Ignoring the daggers she glared into him, Marik snatched his letter and left the store. Happy to have his letter but feeling like he needed a bath. Even more so than the days he'd been drenched in the blood of beasts. With a soft grunt he slipped his finger into the envelope's corner and ripped it open without much thought. A quick scan of the contents brought a light smirk, bringing a cocky arrogance to his already incredibly handsome features. "A party, huh?" December 25, 597 - Reverie Evening Marik groaned, rolling over so that his nose touched gently against he brown curls of the girl at his side. The bed below them creaked ever so slightly as he did so, as if telling him off for not getting up. The girl smelled of vanilla and rain, the wonderful smells filling his nostrils with delight. She laughed as he pulled her tighter and propped his head up on an arm. It occurred to him that he probably should have remembered her name, if only to be polite. But he shrugged aside the thought. It wasn't like he was going to see her again. His trip to Ursa Madeum was only going to be a day or two at the most. It was then that he saw the time and swore, jumping out of bed so fast that he almost pulled her off it with him. "Shit, shit," he swore, grabbing his scattered clothes that'd been strewn across the room earlier that day. "What's the matter?" the woman asked, holding her blanket to her chest. Surprise was scrawled across her face. A mixture of sadness in there as well, but Marik tried to ignore it. "I'm late. I have a, uh, rendezvous with someone I probably shouldn't keep waiting." The treasure hunter shoved his old clothes into his pack and removed a rather crumpled suit from its depth. As he put on the prison-like clothes and slipped on the tie, he couldn't help but feel like he was tying a noose around his neck. Rich people were so weird. "Who? Can't you come back to bed," she urged, reaching up to grab his tie. With a slight tug she brought him down atop her, nudging him with a kiss. Marik laughed and kissed back, but ultimately resisted. For whatever reason, he resisted. "I was invited to the Reverie Ball by Titus," he answered after fixing the tie so that it lay loose and the top button left open. He closed the waistcoat and chuckled when she went to grab his tie again. With a playful grin he button the suit jacket and grabbed the pack he'd left on the ground. "Marik, really? You were invited by the Emperor?" Hard to blame her for being a skeptic. "That's difficult to believe." The young man just shrugged, not bothering to try and convince her. "Gotta run! Hope to see you again, uh, Natalie." The smile vanished from her face. Fuck. "Natalie?" she asked. Marik paused, looking playful and then thoughtful. "Samantha?" She screamed, a ball of fire erupting in the palm of her hand. "Okay! Okay, not Samantha. Is it Meredit-" he ducked quickly as a the fire shot where his head used to be, sentence cut off. "Dorthy?" Another fireball answered that for him. Him and his big mouth. Why had he tried to add her name at the end? Idiot. In his escape the corner of his suit was scorched by a third fireball, singing its edge. Oddly enough, Marik thought he noticed a few of the suit's folds gone after putting out the fire. Awesome. Silver linings really did exist. The three hour long trip to the royal castle flew by in a somber manner. Uneventful. Long. Quite boring. No, extremely boring. Cities tended to be boring. People worked. People talked. People went home. People slept. Rinse and repeat. Just being in one made Marik feel restricted, never mind the suit. But if there was one person in the world he respected enough to suffer through the experience of living in a city for a few days, it was Titus Demetrius. A couple of the less noble girls giggled as he entered the castle, slowly making his way to the grand ballroom. Big fucking house, Gaia. Could fit an entire small town in it. Maybe even a big town. He'd almost lost himself in the boredom of his thoughts that bordered on mathematics when a small dude in red burst away and out a door. Was that a stick in his hands? Marik couldn't help that laugh that escaped him, his seemingly sculpted chest lifting and collapsing with each breath. A servant passed by with a tray of thin glasses filled with a golden yellow color. Raising an eyebrow Marik grabbed one and took a sip, the light heat that softly scotched its way down his throat did nothing but extenuate his grin. Now that was some good alcohol. Taking another sip, he walked on. The room was crowded, but not so much that his path was particularly blocked. It was only moments after Evienne had spotted Jasper and Abigail that someone pushed into him, causing Marik to spin on his heel and accidentally bump shoulders with Evienne. The golden liquid in his glass sloshed out, partly spilling onto the floor. "Ah, excuse me," he said, giving the beautiful woman an apologetic smile and holding out his empty hand, "it seems I'm not quite used to rooms so full of people yet. Marik Cayne." A pause. "Me. Uh. hi." He laughed, feeling awkward. Not quite used to was the understatement of the year. "What I mean is, my name is Marik Cayne. I'm visiting from Taen." @KittyvonCupcake @vielle @LikelyMissFortune @Witches Brew
  12. 6 points
    Csl

    The Reverie Ball (Open Hub)

    "Go on ahead. I'll just stay here." Carina said, looking distracted. For the next few minutes, she busied herself with observing the crowd. Her enhanced senses allowed her to see and hear more than the average human, though it was difficult to isolate strains of conversation from the general noise. It was harder, even, to distinguish whether the prattling of the nobles towards each other was genuinely friendly, flirtatious, passive-aggressive, politely hostile, or all of the above. Still, she'd noticed the brief scuffle that had happened with the family in red and the couple's quick departure to the bathroom. Wonder what that's all about. Carina's interest was piqued by what snippets of dialogue she'd caught between Aveline and Princess Teresa. Vulcanium? Mining? A sea of strangers lay between them. She settled for listening at a distance. Suddenly, the man in red tore his way into the crowd and out of the ballroom. Almost immediately, Aveline seemed to tense, breaking away from Teresa. "-better stay close to your dad... gotta find the foxes." "Should we be worried about that?" Carina muttered. Without waiting for a response, she started making her way towards Aveline. She probably knows what's going on The drow woman wasn't the most tactful, but if she was on guard... All those people gathered together in one place- parties were prime sites for disaster, weren't they? @danzilla3 @notmuch_23
  13. 5 points
    danzilla3

    The Reverie Ball (Open Hub)

    ISSAC Finding the bathroom in the sprawling estate was an ordeal all its own; requiring him to ask several servants to direct him before he finally found the facilities. True to form, the restroom was all marble and brushed metal, and there was even an attendant to offer guests towels and colognes. It was almost a little intimidating, knowing that the royal family had bathrooms that probably cost more than every apartment he'd ever owned. Nevertheless, he had taken care of his business, and left to rejoin his date... only to find that he didn't know how to find his way back! He'd had to bug several more servants to find his way back, and quickly spotted Linda hanging off a woman he didn't recognize, and made his way over to them. "I'm back! Sorry I took so long, this place is massive!" Issac moved to embrace the woman, momentarily annoyed that his mask prevented him from leaning in for a kiss. He stepped back and addressed the other woman." "I don't believe we've met. My name is Issac Graham, pleasure to meet you!" GRANT Though he had never met the man in person until now, Grant recognized the pyromancer Som Basil from his fearsome reputation. From what his intelligence service had gathered, he had joined the Veluriyam army as they were preparing to march into UM out of boredom. While there, he had proven himself to be a warrior of great power, leading the charge against the Tyrant King's Black Knights. He extended his hand and introduced himself, finding the man's hand hot to the touch. Interestingly, it seemed that the young princess was smitten with the General, but he made no comment on it. Soon they were joined by Illyana Uldwar, hardly his favorite person in the world, though he supposed he liked her more than her husband; though that was a low bar to meet. Grant had experienced flesh wounds that he enjoyed more than the company of Oscar Uldwar. When the woman steered the conversation toward a Gaianist temple she wanted to restore, he could practically feel Reyna tense up. The topic of religion was a sensitive one for her, and he knew she was struggling to keep her cool. Still, she managed to maintain a formal, if frosty, tone. Around the time Aveline was growing tense, Grant himself noticed that the atmosphere in the room had changed. There was a subtle energy, like the calm before a storm, though he could not identify the source. He almost didn't notice when Teresa turned the conversation back to him. "Hyperion is doing well. I'm afraid I know little about Tazerek though." SOM The ashen haired man was about to tell Teresa that his trip from Stronghold had been fine when he was cut off by some woman that he didn't recognize. Irritation welled up within him, causing a few nearby candles to flare up for a moment before he managed to calm himself. Teresa was a princess after all; it was only natural that people would be vying for her attention. Frankly, he was impressed with the way that the young woman handled herself. He could tell that she was briefly overwhelmed for a moment, but she handled it like a pro. The pyromancer offered a proud smile. He almost didn't notice the commotion until he heard the screaming. SEBASTIAN Sebastian never made it to greet Titus, as the same strange scene that had captured Carina's attention now caught his own. On the surface it seemed like a scuffle between what he assumed was a husband and wife before the two disappeared into the bathroom, but he couldn't deny the tension in the room. Closing his eyes for a moment, he reached out through space and time to the blade that he had left back at his apartment, thinking he wouldn't need it for such an event. As he did so, the mark of the Hydra that snaked up his right arm and across the front and back of his shoulder began to glow softly under his formal wear. "Should we be worried about that?" "I'm not sure yet... but stay close just in case.
  14. 5 points
    Thotification

    Frostbitten

    SOMEWHERE ELSE..... Then came the little girl. Was she the last member of this rather unfortunate group? Perhaps. Perhaps not. What one can be sure of is that the little girl is late. Most of the others should have already arrived way ahead of her. She had expected this much especially after the fiasco that was her morning. It was a special kind of morning, one filled with wanton activities and a plethora of misfortunes. In fact, she was already regretting her ill-advised decisions last night. But she was made of sterner stuff and despite the awful shivering of her limbs, this little girl will not waver nor shy away from her ill-fated destiny. The little girl strode through the expected meeting point, her coat swaying with every small step only to realize that there was nobody there. The little girl bowed her head in embarrassment. Did the location change? If so, why was she not informed? She bit back the tears welling in her eyes, staying strong despite this setback. What was she supposed to do now? Have they gone before her? "Ooops! I forgot to mention they changed locations. Sorry not sorry," said the hovering ghost behind her In response, the little girl stomped her way out in frustration, her tiny boots thudding rather noisily upon the floor. Ignoring the questioning looks from the patrons, the little girl spat at the annoying ghost. "Could you have told me sooner? And maybe save myself from embarrassment?" The ghost chuckled. "How about....noooope." After another round of arguing the ghost finally gave the little girl the new meeting point. With a heavy heart and exasperated mind, the little girl set off once more. WITHIN THE CORRECT INN.... Then came the little girl. Was she the last member of this rather unfortunate group? Perhaps. Perhaps not. What one can be sure of is that the little girl is late. Most of the others should have already arrived way ahead of her. She had expected this much especially after the fiasco that was her morning. It was a special kind of morning, one filled with wanton activities and a plethora of misfortunes. In fact, she was already regretting her ill-advised decisions last night. But she was made of sterner stuff and despite the awful shivering of her limbs, this little girl will not waver nor shy away from her ill-fated destiny. As she entered the inn, the little girl paused to make sure she was in the right place, She did not want to relive what transpired moments ago in a different place so she had to be more cautious now. Thankfully, her luck seemed to have gone for the better as her eyes spotted the rather familiar figure of her friend, Dan. Skipping in relief and gratitude, the little girl headed for the group to announce her arrival. "It seems I am on of the last to arrive," the little girl declared as she joined the group. "Please accept my apologies. I was rather preoccupied with event this past morn. I may have drunk too much last night atop the tavern's roof and forgot to transfer to my own room. After having the best sleep of my life, which surprisingly felt like it was three whole weeks instead of one night (it was a really long sleep), I woke up I only to find my self freezing to death and with no man to keep me warm, I had to service myself. With much effort, I manage to make do with what little body heat left in me and so rekindle the heat of my insides-" she paused then as her eyes shifted to Isaac. "-Is that you Isaac? Do you still remember me? The cute little girl named Khaki? We hunted those dragons together. Fancy meeting you here." @Fierach @HollowCipher
  15. 5 points
    danzilla3

    Frostbitten

    The rest of the night had been uneventful for Samuel, who had returned to the inn to eat a quiet dinner before turning in for the night. In the past, he would have been kept up all night by the adrenaline rush that had accompanied finding out about his employers bestial nature firsthand, but that time was long passed. Not even out of his twenties, he was already the veteran of a hundred battlefields, on which he had learned to sleep whenever there was time, never knowing when the next opportunity would come. So the night had passed, and once he had bathed he went downstairs to eat breakfast before setting out. That was when the barmaid handed him a slip of paper informing him that the meeting location had been changed to the very inn he now sat in. It took a moment for the news to sink in, and once it had he crushed the metal coffee mug in his hand. Are they out of their goddamn minds?! A gasp made him aware of that the barmaid had seen him destroy the cup, and he forced himself to take a deep breath and calm down. He stood up and paid for his breakfast, leaving a bit extra to make up for the damage he'd caused, and then stalked off to the basement. Upon descending the stairs, he saw that there were many new people around, but he instantly focused on Marcel and Knox. "Have you lost what little mind you possessed?" he hissed, "Everyone in this town wants you dead, and you decide to come back here?!"
  16. 5 points
    notmuch_23

    The Reverie Ball (Open Hub)

    Vivian and Nadia, completely unable to use their eyes to find Aveline, instead instinctively and seamlessly switch to a much more powerful sense organ: their noses. The foxes then are quickly able to smell Aveline, and easily navigate the maze of legs and skirts to get to her. "Oh good, there you are," Aveline says as they emerge from the crowd. Vivian lips a switch on the box under her neck. "What's up?" come the sounds from that box, a result of Vivian's specific radio-frequency broadcast. "Somethin's goin' on. Don't know what, but I just want to make sure you're safe when this shit goes down." Very much unlike Doctor Corina O. Gomez, Aveline's hearing has actually fallen below average, due to a life of gunfire and explosions. So with this level of noise, it isn't until the dark-skinned scientist is almost on top of the human in drow skin that Aveline actually notices her. "Doctor Gomez, wow..." Aveline says, "you certainly picked an interesting time to show up." @Csl
  17. 5 points
    vielle

    The Reverie Ball (Open Hub)

    kalika hildebrand Truth be told, this is one of the most eventful nights of Kalika’s life, and she hasn’t even taken some time to dance with her own husband yet. It has been primarily what she has been looking forward to all day. "I'm sorry. My husband has lost his mind, he...he...he means to kill our own children, and me too, if I ever told anyone." This is certainly news to her, if not for the events prior, and the grip on Suri’s hand tightens as Kalika observes the scene before her. Lady Uldwar is a broken bird bleeding on the floor, all her poise and elegance spilled across the tiles in devastating ruination as she pleads for justice, for protection, for the safety of her children against the monster wearing her husband’s visage. Kalika is saved from wondering what sort of comfort to verbally offer when the suited Dali woman intervenes, frost-like and calm in her fury. “I’ll look after your son and daughter, as well. It would be unwise to return to your husband, Lady Uldwar. I suggest petitioning for asylum within the halls of another House, preferably away from Misral. An attempt to reclaim you by force would be an act of war.” With this, the chess pieces are set: Kalika is to stay with the Lady Uldwar and provide a show of support while the Dali noblewomen are to follow after Lord Uldwar and secure the noble children still scattered about outside. Not for the first time, she is reminded of her husband still meandering in the ballroom, and wishes that he could be beside her, somehow, provide advice in some manner. "Lady Kalika Hildebrand? Would you mind?" Unperturbed by the Lady apparently knowing her identity, Kalika merely shakes her head firmly in response, watching the Dali sweep out of the washroom, tense silence left in their wake. She pauses for a moment, watching Suri’s fingers darken with makeup as she continues to wipe away the noblewoman’s tears before quietly pulling back. “I’m sorry for your bad husband,” her daughter murmurs, childlike and pure, and Kalika’s shriveled heart swells with pride. But they cannot stay here, not with the circumstances that may yet prove to be dangerous for them all. “My Lady, we cannot remain here,” she says, looking out towards the doorway and to the commotion brewing beyond the temporary haven of the washroom. “We must move you somewhere safer, whilst the others make sure your children are safe. I daresay they can handle the situation with ease, but we must leave with haste.” @Grubbistch @LikelyMissFortune @KittyvonCupcake jasper hildebrand "It is a relief to hear everyone is in good health. And I'm confident the emperor has ensured there is enough security here to put your sister's mind at ease." Following the Duchess’ example and taking a glass of wine for himself as well, Jasper’s gaze then strays from the noblewoman before him towards the dark murmurs bubbling up from the crowd. The patriarch of House Uldwar emerges, haunted and desperate, as if on the brink of a long and devastating fall, shattered glass and hostile eyes trailing behind him. His son follows, wand clutched tight between his fingers as he disappears after his father out into the open air outside. Strange. Jasper keeps his eyes trained on the exit as Duchess Karradeen continues her spiel. "But one never really knows what can happen on a given day, can they? Speaking of which, if you or your family ever need supplies, dare I say weapons specifically, I will be happy to ensure you obtain a fair deal on what you need. With all the foreigners roaming our lands now-a-days, not to mention the... increasingly questionable nature of some of our own people, it would seem prudent to keep our own guards as well-equipped as possible." With one furtive glance towards the Dali women suddenly pushing their way through the crowd towards a small gathering of individuals, Jasper is well-inclined to agree. The scene unfolding before their eyes seems suspicious, but the true businesslike remain resolute in their dealings, first and foremost. “I thank you kindly. The Grand Executor has shown House Hildebrand a great deal of mechanized transportation and the like, and it would not be far-fetched for us to obtain advanced weaponry as well,” he replies, an inscrutable smile gracing his face. “We must indeed look after our own with vigilance, Duchess Karradeen. One knows not where those who would seek to harm us lie.” @Tyler
  18. 5 points
    vielle

    Have a Joyous Reverie!

    HAPPY REVERIE EVERYBODY!
  19. 5 points
    HollowCipher

    Frostbitten

    Before Dan got too far into the inn, he remembered that until he left, he should appear as not as incredibly cool and awesome as he really was, so as not to freak out the employees. Normally he'd have loved to freak out the employees, turning himself semi-ethereal and floating about the place and pretending to be a ghost of a boy who had froze to death or something, but he didn't wanna get the rest of the crew thrown out. And even if he didn't care, they'd just blow his ruse anyway, so there truly was no point at all. Dan quietly dropped onto the floor, bare feet touching down soundlessly. As he started walking, he was happy that this inn at least didn't have sticky floors. But then again, they'd probably just opened up, so he knew better than to think that would last very long. He quickly located Knox and Marcel, along with others he didn't recognize. So there actually WERE more people coming than the Knight, the Lycan, the Teenager of Coolness and the Ink Demon Master. Dan was feeling good about their odds. As he padded over to them, his training and lifestyle subconsciously making him move so as not to make a sound due to the utter lack of sound in the inn, a thought occurred to him: Why didn't he make a potion to reverse lycanthropy? He was a prodigy at potions, he could most assuredly do it. And Marcel could definitely make use of it. And so could everyone else in case they were caught and turned. Dan was mildly upset about this. He could have helped him. It isn't like Marcel CHOSE this. He didn't choose the furry life, the furry life chose HIM. But then, he realized that the apothecary and herb shop probably wouldnt have what he needed. This place was probably more inclined to KILL furries, not cure them. Dan began noticing details now. One was a mercenary. Looked to be Asian of some sort... Either Japanese or Vietnamese, Dan had issues telling the difference unless he heard them speak. He carried a gun; that would be useful later. Maybe Dan would ask him for lessons. He was a gods awful shot. Unless he was using his Tellus Seed powers. Apparently that counted as a magic attack, and he could aim it just fine. Very well, as a matter of fact. The other was making it snow. Because gods know they needed more of that. He also appeared to have a wet pussy. Wet, and highly agitated about something. Dan sensed magic coming off of this one, which made him rather happy. They had a ranged fighter, and a mage. And if this mage could control ice and snow...... Dan grinned. They'd be a proper force if they had an ice mage. It was at that moment, that Dan's mischievous side kicked in, and he decided to have a little fun. He subtly moved his fingers and changed the makeup of the air that the others were breathing, lacing it with helium. He put enough in it so that within 3 breaths, they would be speaking in hilariously high pitched voices. He made sure, however, to include oxygen in it too, so that they wouldn't suffocate. Of course, the air HE was breathing would be helium free. No need for HIM to be part of the Lollipop Guild, after all. Why do you do that? Moving your hands and fingers around? You don't need to do that to use your powers. It helps me focus. Bullshit, you just like being all anime, don't you? ............................... Dan came to the others, timed so that when they spoke, they would have radically different voices. "Mornin' everyone! Or.... Afternoon...... Whatever." Dan then caught the scent of blood on the air, and traced it to Marcel. "I smell blood. Marcel, you okay? Cut yourself shavin'?" At least he's got something TO shave. Meh. Facial hair and body hair's gross anyway.
  20. 4 points
    Tyler

    Bloodwatch Base OOC

    It's okay, he shot the last two (and himself) to make sure they weren't Twistlings.
  21. 4 points
    Csl

    Have a Joyous Reverie!

    @Grubbistch I'd give your post a superlike but I ran out of reactions Seriously though, wow. What's going to happen to the Uldwars now? Is peace with the Singlances a possibility now that Oscar's gone? Is Lady Uldwar open to remarrying? HmMmmmMmm
  22. 4 points
    Miss Dahlia Chamelis was simply charming, she could see why her cousin adored her and her tea house. The buisness must be thriving, if enough coin was made to commission Evieene Goldcourt, designs by her dearest cousin shan’t be cheap. She was finally starting to relax up until the point where Miss Dahlia invited her to come visit the tea house, where her cheeks reddened, and she smiled brightly. “I would very much like to visit you all very soon.” She felt honored that Miss Dahlia and her staff would welcome her into their establishment. They were all quite lovely, and perhaps her Aunt would be the one to accompany her, or perhaps the Young Lord Mosgrove would be her chaperone instead? No, she hardly knew him. He wouldn’t want to accompany her anywhere after tonight, surely. Speaking of Alistair Mosgrove, Merida nearly jumped out of her skin as the he returned, his velvety voice filling her ears. She smiled at him, the blush deepening, settling into her skin. ‘If I am to keep being like this, the blush shall surely become permanent, and my face shall forever be as red as my hair.’ She thought to herself. This was not a thing she could fix with a simple magick trick, that was for sure. She could not answer Alistair’s question. She did not know for certain where the Young Lord ran off too, and before she could answer, her Aunt and Cousin returned. The tension lurking heavily behind Alistair had relaxed, but she could sense that it had now taken hold in her family memebers. Her aunt and cousin put up fronts, masks so that their true feelings could not be seen. But she knew. Something was bothering them. Her Aunt disappeared as quickly as she had arrived, and her quick quip about herself and Alistair made her knees want to buckle. A dance? After all that had happened? She surely was unsure, but if her partner was willing, she’s certainly wouldn’t mind feeling his large soft hands against hers once more. She was about to suggest a dance, when she heard liquid slosh against the ground, dangerously close to Evie, and she heard the voice of another man. Marik Cayne. Upon her introduction, she dipped her head and gave a slight curtsy, and once she straightened up, she smiled. “Greetings Mr. Cayne. “ she said softly, and once again, the mentions of dancing were up in the air. She wasn’t sure if she could do it, but her cousin and Aunt seemed determined, and she mustn’t let anyone down. Instead of backing down like she always did, she cleared her throat. “U-um! Lord Mosgrove..! Would you h-honor me, with a dance?” She squeaked. That had not gone as she wanted, but the words did escape her lips, which was an achievement on their own. @vielle @LikelyMissFortune @KittyvonCupcake @Ataraxy
  23. 4 points
    A plan was taking root in her mind. Still riding a wave of adrenaline that came with staring Lord Oscar down, chiding him. Evienne simply couldn't stand still, her fan flutters one minute, shuts the next. She shifts from foot to foot- the picture of youthful exuberance. She delighted in Niko's pallor, obvious distaste in her suggestion of a dance- and is elated at the non-curve of Dahlia's lips. She is occupied by this, and the prospect of the young man beside Merida, the state of Lady Uldwar, sobbing, breaking under her husband's madness- and, the terrifying thought of Lord Uldwar's menacing gaze. A silent, blood curdling prospect between the two, "I will end you". And still, it flirted with the Hilderbrands, her plan, prospects with Karradeen; and reaching Cassandra's daughter- warning her of the danger she and her siblings were in. All this an more spun around, and around- to such an extant she cries out in surprise at the feeling of another body colliding with her. "Ah, excuse me, it seems I'm not quite used to rooms so full of people yet. Marik Cayne." The man stuttered, dispelling her fear that Oscar had come- illogical as any a thought that invaded her mind. She cringed, dismayed by the puddle of yellow- that she hoped was alcohol- and the prospect of it dampening her silk slippers. The horror. Making matters worse, it seemed as though it was Lady Ship Hips that was to be held accountable for this little accident. She offered the heavily powdered and painted lady a frigid little smile. He is dark haired, she notes with a coy smile and a cocked brow, one hand placed at the swell of her hips- carressing the sheer lace, desperately holding onto her mask. The young man-- Mr. Cayne, she corrects, stutters, awkwardly and she firmly grasps his proffered hand with an easy laugh and a shallow dip of her head. The smile however, turns to slight concern; his suit seemed a little singed despite the lack of creases. "Well met Mr. Marik Cayne from Taen," Her fan, shut now, gestured at his attire, "Are you sure you're from Taen, though, Sir? You look as though you've walked through hell fire." She sniggered, good heartedly. "Forgive me, I'm... Evienne Goldcourt, and this is Lady Merida Spidervalley, Lord Mosgrove- and Miss Dahlia Chamelis and Mr. Niko Zandriel, from the wonderful Andelusian High Tea Society." She smiles, not quite sure why she didn't introduce herself as 'Lady Goldcourt', but she winged it- going along with the flow. "It is quite intimidating isn't it? Such... wide Panniers and what not." Evienne couldn't help the side eye she gave to Duchess Hip Gout, who huffed at her prodding glare. "But, now that you're here- I must commandeer you for a dance or two! The other two lovely ladies have partners, join us!" Then, it came to her- the nagging in her mind, the matter she had forgotten. "Miss Dahlia! I can't see Emmaline anymore," even Evienne had heard of the handful that was fabulous Emma, had witnessed the way they all looked out for her. She felt slightly concerned at the lack of bouncing, energetic twirling of flowers. @Ataraxy @vielle @KittyvonCupcake @Witches Brew
  24. 4 points
    vielle

    The Reverie Ball (Open Hub)

    dahlia chamelis Dahlia smiles brightly as the girl’s tense shoulders relax a bit, her lips curving up happily as Lady Merida replies to her query. “Crops? Oh very little. I’m still an apprentice, so all my work currently is merely for practice.” As the Dali noblewoman continues to explain her crop studies with the members of her family, a spark of an idea curls itself into Dahlia’s mind. As much as she values her friendship with Nairne Hildebrand and his agricultural noble house, they have yet to procure an adept mage among their current generation. Perhaps it is time to seek more alliances with the other noble houses, and House Dali seems to be a most amiable benefactor, with their patronage of the teahouse’s fashion; a partnership with Lady Merida and the house’s other mages might prove to be satisfactory for all parties involved. “What about you, Miss Dahlia? How’s your tea house? I’ve never been, but Evienne simply loves you and your staff.” “Oh, the teahouse is simply thriving, my Lady! If you find any suitable time to visit, we’ll be very happy to accommodate you,” Dahlia responds cheerfully, when Luis Uldwar suddenly jolts, his face ashen. The growing disturbance in the background reaches her ears, and Niko steps closer to her yet again at the sight of Lord Uldwar moving through the room in a distressing manner. "Excuse me, I have to go check on my father, I think he might be in trouble." The young nobleman departs, leaving confusion in his wake. Glancing at Niko with a lost expression, Dahlia frowns as the man merely shrugs in reply. What on earth is happening? Suddenly, Lady Evienne and Lady Vesper make their reappearance to the group, pristine and grand even in the midst of troubling events. It is faintly amusing, the way the Mosgrove boy visibly heaves a sigh of relief at the Dali’s arrival; he couldn’t be that uncomfortable with herself and Niko, could he? “Miss Chamelis. I do apologize for our sudden departure after that odd incident. It’s certainly the first time I’ve ever been to a ball where someone groped my cape before asking for a dance.” Dahlia matches Lady Vesper’s sly grin with a knowing smile of her own. “It’s quite alright. We find ourselves in interesting circumstances all the time; a little diversion is nothing, really. I do hope the rather handsy incident hasn’t troubled you too much, however.” “There are some matters at hand that require my attention. Could any of you point in the direction that Luis went? I must speak with him.” Wordlessly, Niko raises a hand to point towards the doorway they had seen the boy exit, and Dahlia holds her tongue as she watches the Dali women exchange sharp whispers and a golden ring. Without further ado, the Lieutenant turns to trace the Uldwar’s footsteps, leaving Lady Evienne to send the two young nobles off together to dance with gaiety that seems a little bit too forced. "We should find ourselves partners as chivalrous as young Master Mosgrove here. Let's dance Miss Chamelis! Let's commandeer Marceu and Niko and dance!" Dahlia almost—almost!—laughs out loud at the sight of Niko’s pale face, but then Lady Evienne is suddenly jolted by the impact of her accidental collision with a young, dark-haired man. The stuttering that ensues is almost sweet, if not for the fact that the contents of his spilled glass must be soaking up the hems of their gowns by now. Judging from his attire, he doesn’t seem to be from Ursa Madeum, an idea confirmed with the man’s next words. "What I mean is, my name is Marik Cayne. I'm visiting from Taen." Dahlia gives Niko an amused smile, to which he responds with a dry look and a raised eyebrow. Party pooper. She waits to see how Lady Evienne responds to this sudden development. @KittyvonCupcake @Witches Brew @LikelyMissFortune @Ataraxy
  25. 4 points
  26. 4 points
    Csl

    Have a Joyous Reverie!

    I've just finished catching up to all the posts and wow so much drama. This is the first time in a while I've been hyped by a group thread. Great writing, everyone! *wipes tear* the noble house plots have developed and come together and it's so beautiful to see ❤️
  27. 4 points
    Ataraxy

    Have a Joyous Reverie!

    Man, I think this is the fifth time this gif has been used to describe one of my board events hahahaha
  28. 4 points
    Ataraxy

    Have a Joyous Reverie!

    Y'all are posting so fast and I see so many names looking at the thread I'm just like holy shit I better start typing.
  29. 4 points
    Artificer

    Frostbitten

    MARCEL "SNIPE" LANCASTER Marcel frowned deeply. It seemed that felines no longer bode well with him, given his new affliction. It was a pity — he had always thought of himself as a cat person. Dogs were too energetic and boisterous for his tastes. During the short period of time Sikkoran was restraining his pet, Marcel's attention was arrested by the arrival of another from the stairwell. While the man presented himself somewhat clumsily with an accent not of this region, his hawklike gray eyes and weathered hands that spoke volumes about his character. This man was a capable fighter. "It's fine...," Hadley replied, somewhat detached as he examined the man from head to toe. Isaac was thin and somewhat wiry; however, the way he moved down the stairs was with grace, poise, elegance, and discipline. Marcel made a note to himself that while Genesaran was not this man's native tongue, the blade sheathed in ornate lacquer would sing death on the field of battle. Hadley knew a warrior when he saw one. Then came a breezy chill which brushed the air like dusted snow. Did someone open the door? Marcel looked back to Sikko, and then at the door — still closed. He walked around the man whose hand he had shaken, and looked back towards the fierce ocelot. It's fur was wet with ale, and for a moment, what Hadley thought to be ice. It hissed and shivered, but remained in place. "We'll... be discussing the details later when everyone arrives. Then after, we'll be departing immediately." "I'm sorry to be rude, but also- what did you do to your cat earlier?" Marcel never did get a good look as it happened all too quickly. The only two things that were clear was that the cat was soaked and was still agitated by him. @Fierach @TheElementHunter
  30. 4 points
    Fierach

    Frostbitten

    “No. I am Isaac” a voice called out. Descending the stairs to the bottom floor of the inn was a new arrival, unfamiliar to all. Discarding his thick cloak and looping it on an arm, everybody could see that man was dressed as a mercenary might’ve, with leatherwork and gambeson. There was a katana sheathed at his hip, and a staff wrapped in cloth on his back. His eyes were sharp like an eagle, slanted and carved as if by a chisel, and his jawline was equally sharp, all framed by dark hair. His pupils were grey, his foreignness marked in more ways than one as he introduced himself with an accent. “Isaac Emiya” he pointed at himself. “I am sorry for wait. Arrive last night, very cold. Very tired.” He added. He had slept in a little longer. The last time he traveled so far for a job, his employer actually paid for the trip so he was able to journey in some comfort. Not this time. There was clearly going to be a language barrier here, but the marksman mercenary was as adept a hunter as any they’d get.
  31. 4 points
    No reward? Tazarek gets the best reward. Showing you arrogant Tall Ones a thing or two about stepping up and knocking on doors ye ain't welcome to! Spits
  32. 4 points
    TheElementHunter

    Frostbitten

    "My name is Marcel Hadley, but everyone calls me Snipe." "Are you perhaps Isaac, or one of the other members? Not everyone has arrived yet, so you'll have to forgive me if I mistake your name." Sikko shook his head, waving a chair over to him with a bit of air. "No, my name is Sikkoran but you can can me Sikko," He sits. "It's your map that saved me and I just wanted to return the thanks by helping you with this quest. You know I-" He is interrupted by a high pitch snarl coming from his shoulder. He only has enough time to whip the ale from a nearby cup over Sillverstrike, interrupting her launch at the other man. She spits at the man but Sikko whips her up an fastens her tightly around his backpack with the brown ale-turned-ice. He raises an eyebrow at the other man for a brief moment before excusing himself. Rushing to the back he proceeds to scold Silverstrike until her ears hunch back into her skull. What was up with that man? Why did he have her all riled up? Young man, I'm going to have to ask you to take your... pet outside. Policy." The tavern keepers voice brings him out of his thoughts. A frown falls on his face, as he puts a hand over one of her paws. "Not a pet." He proceeds to go back to Marcel, making sure to keep Silverstrike firmly in his arms. "Sorry about that, she gets a bit riled up with strangers." A shrug lifts his shoulders as he sits back down. "So what are the details of this quest?" @Artificer
  33. 3 points
    Tyler

    Have a Joyous Reverie!

    Time for the Uldwar Game of Thrones to begin. *rubs hands*
  34. 3 points
    Grubbistch

    Have a Joyous Reverie!

    He is fourteen and he is next in line for the position of power, yes.
  35. 3 points
    supernal

    Have a Joyous Reverie!

    @Grubbistch great stuff / post man! Tasty pessimistic ending arc for Oscar. Well not that it’s the end of the story for him but the point for this particular arc rather Knowing her to be the victim of domestic abuse Dali will offer the Lady Uldwar asylum (whether she accepts or not) meanwhile the dust settles around the loyalties of the court as the title of Lord changes hands It’s to Luis now right? How old is he?
  36. 3 points
    That moment you're listening to a good audiobook, lie down comfortably, melt into the amazing story, and then look at your phone to see it's 4am. Oops.
  37. 3 points
    amenities

    Destruction des morts

    Fungi, widemouth plants jagged with razor sharp pistils, plants with four and five and six sloping petals a meter in length. All manner of flora decimated the crust of Valucre and formed a jungled blemish upon the land of Tia. Twisting maws of vine and fruit engulfed entire districts in minutes, and from the tangled green flesh emerged the Maleficence infected. Purple filled their eyes and blood their mouths, body parts and hair and tattered clothing their hands. Nobody, even those with the wherewithal and resources to avoid infection, was safe from the violence invoked by the all-invasive Maleficence Plant. As Julius confronted a mishmosh of assailants of various degrees of contextual understanding and alliance, his officers moved dutifully to evacuate citizens. These officers would come face to face with another elite police force; the Problem Solvers. With masked faces and positive surface intentions, these heavily suited individuals bore no marks or behavioral traits to indicate that they were, in fact, working for the Dead. The Dead, however, were not explicit on evildoing— only one in every four transport, mostly containing children to adolescents, were transported to a secret holding facility established by the Dead in the Haunted Glen. The other three evacuated Tians to the nearest healthy town. Meanwhile, Shikai had attracted the attention Problem Solver no. 4. An explosion of warm blood and body parts shook and painted the alley walls as PS4’s missile collided with a corpse. He resisted the urge to shield his eyes, sensing the visor of his mask; and luckily too. A spray of blood parted like the red seas to a flying saber. PS4 clapped his hands together to catch the blade just as it *tinked* against his chestplate. By now, Shikai’s movements were unobscured to PS4 and he could see that the Zombie was closing in. Throwing the blade to the side, the armored PS4 took one step forward with his right foot and stiffened, extending his elbow so it would be right on schedule to connect with Shikai’s chin without extra maneuvering. The entire kingdom frothing with purple rage would be the last thing Koji and his men saw before entering Black Tower. Perhaps it would be the last thing they ever saw outside the Tower. At its crown sat the Heretic in eerie calm, who had spat on the union between humans and vampires and damned the entire kingdom to hell. He knew this was Cain’s Ode to him. Indeed, sitting on his throne of ram’s horns and vakar, Serafino realized that if he must wrest the kingdom from Cain’s control then Cain would invariably burn it to ash in his grasp. Looking out over the room as it quivered from explosions beneath, he saw a black conference table lined with chairs; he saw the archways that had never been made for him but he had come and taken anyway, still warm from the recently departed tyrant; he saw the pointed opening overlooking a bleak white sky trickling with purple smoke that rose from levels below and beneath, a tumultuous Tia; saw the door, barricaded with a steel bar. Then, looking to the left, he saw Nica. Petulant Nica, sitting on his frayed tweed chair with his raggedy, waterlogged journal. The gleam in Sero’s eyes, the suit that had never quite lost its pleated creases, the bouncing leg folded over the other. Heretic flew from his perch— literally flew— and destroyed the bars to Nica’s cage with his mere momentum. His significant figure bore down on Sero; clawed, maroon hand of leather wrapping around the retired regent’s throat. “I know you’re in there Cain,” he spat in low tones, pointed nose mashed against Nica’s, marble eyes bearing into his. “I’m going to kill your puppet mayor just like he tried to kill you the second you gave him some freedom.” Nica clenched his jaw as the Tower shook again, but not because of the shaking. He had betrayed Cain. He was only alive because of Cain, and wasn’t his life a little better than it might have ever been? Was enduring all this pain worth it? Was there anywhere for Nica? “Yes, you hate him. I see it in your eyes.” “No I don’t!” Nica broke, yelling back with sharp and sudden anger in his eyes that shocked the Patriarch of Tia. Maybe, just maybe, Cain could hear him. “I just didn’t see another way out alive. I want to live for—” Serafino released Nica. In the exact same moment, like sliding one’s hand along a perfectly glass sheet of ice, Nica felt something slide into his abdomen. Looking down, he saw something a thin line sticking out of his gut, pressing the fabric in around his stomach. Adjusting his head a little bit, he realized it was not a line but the flat dimension of a blade he had been looking at. It wasn’t the motion of stabbing in that hurt, he thought, it was the wrenching motion of pulling it out. Giving that blood the air to scream out in pain. And scream the poor, innocent mayor did, falling to his knees and pressing his hands over the wound Heretic dealt. “He’s coming for you now Nica, can’t you feel it!?” Serafino spun around in ecstasy, not even noticing as very trace amounts of purple smoke seeped into the room through vents and from outside. In all that the Dead did, they were surgical. Everywhere they went was followed by death and success. One thing they had not heard in some time was the voice of the First. One two-hundred yard stretch of land separated Cain from Feurerkonig when Rose departed the moving carriage. Through a wide alleyway and across a small field, Cain saw the fire king standing in a circular park outside the Watch Fort. The Earthbreaker’s trot turned into a sprint. Exercising his seamless connection with a kingdom that never forgot him, his left palm was born a green bud nurturing a vine that twisted up his arm and began to fatten. (1) In his right fist manifested earth, which encased his arm up to the elbow and created a polearm. The polearm hardened and darkened into an obsidian color, lengthening to create a black sword from his arm. Land seemed to warp around the puppeteer as the alleyway flew by him, as he vaulted a gate with his sheer stride and the space between First and Feurer was ripped away in vicious chunks. He bore his teeth with wicked satisfaction at the moments to come. Cain jumped and brought the polearm down on Feurerkonig. The earth would crater and leaves would scatter in the cyclones of his first strike.
  38. 3 points
    thank you reverie ball thread for taking all my reacts in one sitting, ilysb ❤️
  39. 3 points
    amenities

    A daring train robbery [western]

    Mr. Robber checking in for duty. Mauss
  40. 3 points
    Ataraxy

    Have a Joyous Reverie!

    Sometimes a hundred words can be just as good as a thousand. Depends on taste and style.
  41. 3 points
    Ataraxy

    Have a Joyous Reverie!

    *Screams at the pingpingpingping of notifications as he's trying to type up a post before Miss Fortune posts again*
  42. 3 points
    vielle

    Have a Joyous Reverie!

    I'm sweating buckets at this point in time; I may have made a grave mistake somewhere along the way ?
  43. 3 points
    Grubbistch

    Have a Joyous Reverie!

    Okay then, looks like it's time to do this thing then.
  44. 3 points
    Grubbistch

    Have a Joyous Reverie!

    Once everyone involved with my bit of drama on Oscar's end has posted I shall post for him, as it will be rather shocking.
  45. 2 points
    Fierach

    Frostbitten

    Isaac watched patiently as the arrivals continued, extending a short, polite nod to Khaki. He did remember her… mostly as crazy (a lot of that party were outside the norms of society really), but he didn’t voice that. What was a little psychosis amongst comrades-in-arms anyway? If anything, the jobs he had taken between that hunt and this upcoming one had been boring. It would be fun to have an old face around. "Good to see you. I hope you have lived well since last we met" he addressed her politely, and then coughed, grunting as his voice became a little uncomfortably pitched toward the end of that. Isaac massaged his throat as he watched everybody else. Clearly some kind of dispute was breaking out. Whenever there was tension, Isaac just dealt with it by giving his firearm a polish. Unfurling his long pole from its cloth, he laid it out before him on the table and took a seat, listening in to the conversation as he serviced his primary weapon. It needed some attention anyway after the trek over, he didn't want any premature discharge in the heat of battle after all. Best to run out the muzzle with a wet, then oily rag, plug the touch hole, remove any fouling with a solvent like hot water until it was clean. Pump the end of the barrel as well, shine up the rest of its long hard length, finishing by polishing off the knobbed stock until it gleamed. No you perverts, I am talking about an actual rifle. Isaac's weapon wrapped in cloth was an old-looking, but beautifully crafted masterwork arquebus.
  46. 2 points
  47. 2 points
    This sounds like the Dali-Book|Ends cross over of my dreams. I would recommend the Biazo location, as the Coth location is currently being attacked by cabbage.
  48. 2 points
    danzilla3

    Have a Joyous Reverie!

    It's always possible for someone to be mistaken.
  49. 2 points
    LikelyMissFortune

    The Reverie Ball (Open Hub)

    There was not an ounce of remorse in Lord Uldwar's eyes. Another Lord might've blushed, humbled by the disproving stares aimed at him from so many. But Oscar was no such noble, and instead of humiliation- he returned to her, the same contempt she offered to him, but with substance behind that could only come from a man who has killed. And isn't afraid to do it again. There they stood, refusing to back down from the other. Trading such hideous looks her dangersense made the hairs on the back of her neck rise, and sweat to pool in her palms. In the end, Oscar moved first, growling out his reply- and knocking into her with such force, Evienne was sent sprawling. And then he was gone, treating nobles in his path as a toddle would do in a childish tirade. The marble was cold enough to make her spine hurt, and her pride stung from the blow. But, enough stupid choices had been made enough for her to recover quickly, lest it be bruised more, rising to her feet with as much poise and she could muster. Surely, if her Father had known of her actions, Evienne would've gotten a tight slap for her efforts. And, surely, her ears burnt so fiercely from it- everyone in the damned room could see the tell tale red. Still, she grit her teeth, and marched into the washroom; making sure to shut the door behind her. There needn't be any more witnesses to such a humiliation. "My husband has lost his mind, he...he...he means to kill our own children, and me too, if I ever told anyone." Tragedy flavored the Lady's words, who looked as though she would break from the force of the sobs being wrenched from her chest. The Young Lady from Hildebrand was trying to wipe off some of the other's tears; succeeding only in smudging the black and white make up further. The child clung close to her mother's skirts- confused, Evienne smiled easily at her, only to grimace at the state of Lady Cassandra Uldwar. It was disconcerting, to watch such a composed woman break. She reached out, slowly, tenderly grasping the matriarch's shoulders- urging her to get back on her feet. Context, only fueled her hatred, and her lip curled into a sneer. But, anger was dangerous- it made people stupid. Evienne wouldn't be angry anymore. "Come now," she murmured, softly. "Come now, surely, you won't let them see you like this." "Please, summon the guards, summon anyone who can apprehend him. My son and daughter are at this very ball, tonight, I fear for their lives, please help me keep them safe." There was fear, certainly, and sorrow in her face and words, but danger glinted in her eyes. Vengeance screamed out of her body as much as she grieved for what was being lost. "The Guards shall be notified, as soon as we can." Evienne couldn't betray the traitorous suspicions that plaqued her. Instead, she peered at the Hildebrand Lady, racking her brains for a name that she wasn't quite sure was correct. "Lady Kalika Hildebrand? Would you mind?" And, before anymore could be said, Evienne was out the washroom. Daze from how the opulence of the room in dire contrast of the tragedy behind her. Evienne wasn't qualified enough to deal with the machinations of security, but Vesper was; she approached her, fingers digging into the grain of her fan in such a frenzy her nails hurt. Divulging the state of the matriarch, offered her such relief; it terrified Evienne. She tried to fan herself, trying to calm her frantic thoughts, logic. She need only be logical, one of the Dali trio, the most vulnerable of the Dali trio were missing. It made most sense to try and seek her out from the crowd of merrymakers. But, Evienne felt dazed and disoriented, she could only try to make out the shock of vibrant red from the gaggle of nobles and commoners alike. Truly, her actions towards the Uldwars had been utterly stupid. @Grubbistch @vielle @KittyvonCupcake @Witches Brew
  50. 2 points
    Rin

    The Reverie Ball (Open Hub)

    Nova listened as Kellen spoke. Worried she would disappear and leave him behind. That was her plan. Yet it wasn't all failure. She could work him over and still get her prize in the end. Smiling, her red eyes would look up to see his move towards Emmaline. Poor boy. He wouldn't see it coming. Her mouth moved for a moment as she spoke a spell yet no words came outloud. It was here Kellen's eyes would return on her own red hypontizing ones. Almost smouldering with a hypontic tone, he would stare. “Terrenus was where I was born. But shortly after my birth, my father moved us to Athentha my dear boy. My parents moved us there after the last involvement with our houses. I've return for business with young Emmaline here.” Nova then ushered him out with those eyes of hers. Wanting to be alone with her prey. However as her red eyes returned to Emmaline, she had to be careful. Kellen could alarm the others about a vampire trying to capture young Emmaline. And she couldn't have them interfering with her plans. “Kellen was it?” Nova asked as her eyes returned on the boy. “You don't have to fear about Emmaline, she's in good hands. We after all are old friends. And she knows me, I wouldn't harm her. You should go back to your party, Emma and I will be out here talking.” The vampire stood and walked towards Kellen and ushered the boy inside. As she turned around, Emma and her were alone again. Her red eyes upon the girl again. Hoping they would be alone as she sat down placing her hands in her lap. “Emma you want him to go back inside don't you?” Nova asked, hypontically staring at Emmaline incase Kellen didn't go. “You trust me enough to be alone with don't you? In fact we were about to go for a walk weren't we? Just you and me. So we can talk about business.” Nova stood and held her hand out to Emmaline. She had much to talk about with the girl and she didn't want intrusions. Nor prying eyes to her plans with Emmaline.
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