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    Aleksei got a reaction from Eternity in Crystallo Stella interest check OOC   
    I will have a post up Monday night!
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    I will have a post up Monday night!
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    Aleksei reacted to Eternity in Crystallo Stella interest check OOC   
    The Tree of life is essentially open to the public, but may be hard to get directly to it. The priests and priestesses are pretty protective of the sacred tree, and with outsiders wanting to touch it may alarm them, possibly start some conflict. With the Queen currently missing the capital is pretty stirred up internally, and soon borders will be harder to get through. The presence of guards/authority will rise in the city and in important places, tensions with the citizens will begin to rise with some freedoms like leaving and coming to the capital may become much more difficult. 
     
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    Aleksei got a reaction from Eternity in Crystallo Stella interest check OOC   
    I wonder if there are any current players actively playing noble characters, besides @Eternity  I'm sure it can easily be said that nobles are floating about, considering that Noble Houses sustain Crystallo. With there being such a major mix of fae, elves, dwarves, and the like, it could be said that not everyone is a noble or 100% a denizen of Crystallo.
    Nonetheless! I feel that Crystallo is an area anyone can step foot in and visit the mentioned places of interest. If there needs to be some kind of reassurance or a need for more information, I'm sure the board leader will fill us in!
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    Aleksei got a reaction from Eternity in Crystallo Stella interest check OOC   
    I could be reading the lore incorrectly or perhaps there is more out there than what is being presented, but having a noble guide your character to the tree may not be necessary, UNLESSSS the character being a noble specifically has an affect on the outcome of your characters success.
    By what I am reading, the tree isn't something hidden from the public. The snippets below make me assume that it is a very special tree and protected, but not necessarily out of reach to the public:
    Tagging @Eternity to correct me on my assumptions and perhaps give us some filler to work with.
    I say all this to say that I have a hedge witch who wouldn't mind making his way to Crystallo Stella  This would be a fun opportunity for him. The issues are he isn't a noble nor is he from Crystallo
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    Aleksei got a reaction from Noko in [Outside Mageside] The Old Bait and Switch (and Duck)   
    @Noko @DarkHorse
    They watched her lift her face to the sky like some werewolf getting ready to serenade the stars above. She could claim that she had the remarkable ability to sniff the air and know when it's going to rain or any such nonsense. She could claim pretty much anything she wanted at that point, yet she chose to keep herself affixed on the reality of her surroundings. Riforte had turned her face to the heavens because it was a habit, and whatever the wind brought her, she took graciously.
    The woman wore the cloak of darkness comfortably, while the random bunch scattered around her nervously played with their weapons. How could anyone not enjoy the secrets of the night? How could anyone not feel freedom when doused in mystery? Sure, this area isn't ideal for the weak and is uncomfortable for the strong, surely these men have felt danger and have danced with death - surely. Why she can count on one hand how many times she has died, and every time was more exhilarating than the last. Could say they left her breathless.
    A scowl mars her features when the echo of a branch breaking underfoot reached her already distracted ears. The nighttime sounds of the forest and mountains had become a delicious symphony to her senses, and to have it randomly ruined put her in a sour mood. Her followers were not a delicate bunch, reminding her how spoiled she had been with real people who all had decorum flowing through their veins. On the one hand, she missed each and every one of them, and on the other, she was happy to be far away from the life she is so uncertain of; memories and thoughts of yesteryear haunt her mind like an inky Spector fluttering through empty halls. 
    Turning into figurative vultures, the group hovered around the camp, their bellies hungry for action. Riforte rubbed her fingertips together, calming the itch to move while she listened to them struggle with what they're looking at. Shoving away the nauseating feeling of extreme familiarity, the untamed woman stepped behind the men and tapped her chin in mock thought.
    "Run at it," she said confidently. "We have to break through the barrier, right?" They all nodded in a far too eager manner, making her pretty lips stretch into a broad, happy smile. How did they know it was a barrier? They sipped eagerly at her honey words. "So run at it, weapons raised. What are they going to do? There's like a handful of them to the army of us, and they're going to be too busy protecting the woman. Yeah? Yeah."
    She wasn't convincing enough to make them immediately move, making her feel a little proud. This entire journey, they've kept her suspicious self at arm's length, so she did not expect them to immediately jump ship. 
    They still jumped, though.
    It was a mess after that. The first man to run forward was immediately regretful of his decision, his friend who followed him didn't stop soon enough to not be repelled as well, and everyone else was stuck in the sands of disbelief. Now the enemy knew they were there and the mercenaries had to make a decision: go after their goal or go after the woman they hadn't trusted since the beginning. She was happy either way, maybe next time they'll think twice about interrupting her silence with their heavy feet.
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    Aleksei reacted to Mystic_Lhoth in Crystallo Stella interest check OOC   
    Cool, I will make a thread here in a few. I am excited to have you all aboard, for whomever wishes to drop in. New character, running it a little differently for the sake of a good story.
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    Aleksei got a reaction from Mystic_Lhoth in Crystallo Stella interest check OOC   
    Thats the best - a group full of random characters always calls for some ridiculous shenanigans! If you don't require a Noble or even a person from Crystallo, I've got Marley who is a hedge witch trying to get his life together 🥲 He isn't entirely useless, just ... a handful, maybe angsty? Let me know, I'm comfortable tagging along. 
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    Aleksei reacted to Mystic_Lhoth in Crystallo Stella interest check OOC   
    Makes sense. I was more or less doing this to be introduced since the area is full of nobles out of consideration for the environment. That and I wanted to see if anyone wanted to tag along, but it was to be sure I wasn't ignorant of anything, or if this was an important location that should be supervised.
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    Aleksei got a reaction from Mystic_Lhoth in Crystallo Stella interest check OOC   
    I could be reading the lore incorrectly or perhaps there is more out there than what is being presented, but having a noble guide your character to the tree may not be necessary, UNLESSSS the character being a noble specifically has an affect on the outcome of your characters success.
    By what I am reading, the tree isn't something hidden from the public. The snippets below make me assume that it is a very special tree and protected, but not necessarily out of reach to the public:
    Tagging @Eternity to correct me on my assumptions and perhaps give us some filler to work with.
    I say all this to say that I have a hedge witch who wouldn't mind making his way to Crystallo Stella  This would be a fun opportunity for him. The issues are he isn't a noble nor is he from Crystallo
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    Aleksei got a reaction from supernal in Crystallo Stella interest check OOC   
    I could be reading the lore incorrectly or perhaps there is more out there than what is being presented, but having a noble guide your character to the tree may not be necessary, UNLESSSS the character being a noble specifically has an affect on the outcome of your characters success.
    By what I am reading, the tree isn't something hidden from the public. The snippets below make me assume that it is a very special tree and protected, but not necessarily out of reach to the public:
    Tagging @Eternity to correct me on my assumptions and perhaps give us some filler to work with.
    I say all this to say that I have a hedge witch who wouldn't mind making his way to Crystallo Stella  This would be a fun opportunity for him. The issues are he isn't a noble nor is he from Crystallo
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    Skacharm watched as Malia was swallowed up by the crowd on the dance floor.  He felt a loss of purpose for a moment.  He tried to shake it off, but it would not go away.  Why was he suddenly feeling bereft?  It was as if a sadness that was always there, pushed down, had decided to rise to the surface.  This was a very inopportune time to feel down and depressed, surrounded by so many.  He was tempted to leave, to slip from the dance hall without anyone being the wiser.  But he had hesitated for too long, and now he was being approached by someone.
    When he saw who it was, the realization of why he had gotten suddenly sad hit him.  It was the beautiful Areille, and her faithful guard, Rohini.  The sight of her reminded him of the moment where he had almost agreed with her mother to marry her.  The only thing that had stopped him from that was the remembrance of the one he had lost, Nylam, the previous ruler of Elendaron.  She had been the love of his life, literally.  He had had no other in his heart.  Her passing had been like having his heart ripped from his chest, and it had been hard for him to breathe for a long time.  When he considered marrying Areille he had hoped that the marriage would strengthen the kingdom he had been left to rule after Malia’s disappearance.  He had not considered that Areille was a beautiful young woman who deserved better than that.  She deserved someone who did not have this darkness in his soul, weighing him down and preventing him from feeling fully alive.  He called the engagement off at the last minute, coming to his senses.  He had never found out how she felt about what had happened.  She had probably felt a sigh of relief.  She had not seemed offended and had been very kind to him.  She had even helped him to look for Malia, though he had not asked that of her. 
    She was a very beautiful woman, exquisite really.  She would not lack for suitors after her hand.  He just would not be one of them since he was inappropriate for her.  He had spent all his time after Queen Nylam’s death preparing Malia to be queen, then after she had disappeared looking for her and leading the kingdom until she got back.  He had not allowed himself to feel the loss of his grief.  Malia was different since he had found her in Kinumo.  She did not seem to need his teachings.  She was aware of her responsibilities and ready to shoulder them.  He could not be more proud of her.  But now he had no distractions to keep him from realizing he was alone and would possibly stay that way. 
    The sad thoughts were kept behind his social mask.  No one else would know how he was feeling or what he was thinking.  He had trained for hundreds of years on how to appear a certain way when he had been a spy.  Now it came in handy as Areille and Rohini approached him with smiles on their faces.  He wiped the thoughts away, feeling a spark of warmth at the sight of Areille.  He felt protective of her, though he knew she was more than capable of taking care of herself.  His overprotectiveness was what saved her from an unhappy marriage.  He bent low as she curtsied in front of him. 
    “Your Majesty.” His voice was low and hoarse, as if the pain he had been trying to hide was trying to come out.  He cleared his throat a little and turned to her guard.  “Rohini,” he said with a nod and a smile. 
    “I am doing well, Your Majesty.  Thank you for asking.  May I say how lovely you look tonight?  You honor us with the sight of your natural beauty and grace.”  His hand touched her elbow briefly, letting her know he planned to lift her hand.  He knew she could not see him, and it was a consideration to keep from shocking her with a rude grabbing of her hand.  If she is so inclined to accept, he lifts her hand up to brush his lips across her soft knuckles.  “I am glad that you are enjoying yourselves.  May I request a dance from you, Areille?” he slips and calls her by her given name, the name that pops into his head every time he saw her instead of her royal title. 
    @Aleksei
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    @The Hummingbird @Mickey Flash
    You can't run away forever - he knows that, has known that for a very long time now. Ever since that dirty elf opened up his vault and drew him outside, things haven't lined up right. She left him to go out into the world on his own, a world that was no longer familiar but far more welcoming than what he could remember. If they ever met again, he will make sure that he turns that nasty little elf into a frog or maybe a gnat, something indistinguishable and weak. All he wanted to do was sleep undisturbed, then he would not be in this weird predicament.
    Marley looked down at his hand and wondered how in the world ... his attention was grabbed by the tug of the ropes attached to his restrained wrists. This strange position reminded him of how he ended back in Dashkanchay. When the fight had broken out in the bar, individuals not associated with those who attacked Immie and whatever that other man's name is, snatched him with a bit too much ease for his liking. Just because he's a witch does not mean he's frail; they had done something strange to him.
    Another tug to the ropes made him look up at his captors. They've only exchanged a few words when necessary; for the most part, it appeared they knew precisely where they needed to go. If that's the case, why did they need him? Surely there are other hedge witches to be found in this world; there's no reason to go after him. It is becoming increasingly more difficult to think over the knot still occupying the back of his head. That combined with the heaviness in his chest, Marley was uncomfortable, weakened, and utterly confused by this whole ordeal.
    There are about ten of them, all dressed like common mercenaries, yet they give off the impression they are far more intelligent than ruffians. They worked in shifts; five are scouting ahead, and two are exploring behind, leaving the other three to continue forward with him being dragged along. They all have varying accents, which can only mean they're from everywhere, yet nowhere. He recognizes none of them, but the way they looked at him, have dragged him back to Dashkanchay, meant they knew him.
    'Tansy, go back.' Tansy was able to stay hidden (or allowed to remain hidden). 'I can't risk you getting caught.'
    'They're here.'
    Marley glanced over his shoulder, catching the two scouts rushing towards the three leaders. 'Who is here, Tansy?' He was desperate for information on the outside world, and it looked like the scouts brought some dangers with them. He can't make out their language; if it's that, maybe it's a code of some sort to keep him out of the loop. Nonetheless, they looked at him before suddenly pushing him forward, their sense of urgency now doubled. 
    Tansy watched them take Marley away before hopping the opposite way. There were others on the island, and he has every intention of investigating these new bodies.
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    "So, are you going to lead the conversation or?"
    Rohini glanced down, noting how the small woman had tilted her head as if heavy with thought. There had been something between the woman and Skacharm, leaving him curious enough to ask her about it from time to time. He guessed it has to do something with propriety, class, and whatever else you have that has kept her at arm's length away from the handsome elf. It could also have something to do with Areille's brother and his control issues, not that it stopped her from stepping foot outside of her sibling's realm. There are just a few too many variables for him to consider, and she isn't the sort to be forthcoming with her feelings.
    "We are here to congratulate them both, Rohini." Her response led their walk into a crawl as he hesitated, unsure how to respond or comfort the unusually melancholic individual. "It is the most appropriate response. We must be diplomatic ... this is just a diplomatic response."
    He was not going to push her to explain further, knowing well enough that it'd turn into some back and forth that'd lead nowhere. His curiosity is at an all-time high, though. Did she like the elf? Oh, did the elf like her? Were they teasing feelings that will never blossom? Rohini is not one to play cupid, and he'd instead just let the two figure it all out for themselves, but he would love to see them have an actual interaction with one another. Their little expedition to find Malia and the prearrangement between Areille and Skacharm were not ideal situations. Maybe a dance would be.
    "Our Lord, it is a pleasure to meet you once again," he led the introductions. He bowed while Areille curtsied low, both showing their respect for Skacharm and Malia, who had just been guided to the dance floor. It was a lovely sight, enough, so he was half tempted to ask her for the next dance if allowed. "It looks like the Queen is enjoying the festivities."
    "You two know how to throw a fantastic party; I'm sorry we missed the very beginning." Areille had heard about the hunt and wondered how Rohini would have done; the thought itself was comical enough to draw a smile across her timid face. "I hope all has been well with you both." Opal hues were affixed upon the elf's face, something she has touched and will never be able to see, leaving her fingertips the only witness to such beauty. 
     
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    @Noko @DarkHorse
    They watched her lift her face to the sky like some werewolf getting ready to serenade the stars above. She could claim that she had the remarkable ability to sniff the air and know when it's going to rain or any such nonsense. She could claim pretty much anything she wanted at that point, yet she chose to keep herself affixed on the reality of her surroundings. Riforte had turned her face to the heavens because it was a habit, and whatever the wind brought her, she took graciously.
    The woman wore the cloak of darkness comfortably, while the random bunch scattered around her nervously played with their weapons. How could anyone not enjoy the secrets of the night? How could anyone not feel freedom when doused in mystery? Sure, this area isn't ideal for the weak and is uncomfortable for the strong, surely these men have felt danger and have danced with death - surely. Why she can count on one hand how many times she has died, and every time was more exhilarating than the last. Could say they left her breathless.
    A scowl mars her features when the echo of a branch breaking underfoot reached her already distracted ears. The nighttime sounds of the forest and mountains had become a delicious symphony to her senses, and to have it randomly ruined put her in a sour mood. Her followers were not a delicate bunch, reminding her how spoiled she had been with real people who all had decorum flowing through their veins. On the one hand, she missed each and every one of them, and on the other, she was happy to be far away from the life she is so uncertain of; memories and thoughts of yesteryear haunt her mind like an inky Spector fluttering through empty halls. 
    Turning into figurative vultures, the group hovered around the camp, their bellies hungry for action. Riforte rubbed her fingertips together, calming the itch to move while she listened to them struggle with what they're looking at. Shoving away the nauseating feeling of extreme familiarity, the untamed woman stepped behind the men and tapped her chin in mock thought.
    "Run at it," she said confidently. "We have to break through the barrier, right?" They all nodded in a far too eager manner, making her pretty lips stretch into a broad, happy smile. How did they know it was a barrier? They sipped eagerly at her honey words. "So run at it, weapons raised. What are they going to do? There's like a handful of them to the army of us, and they're going to be too busy protecting the woman. Yeah? Yeah."
    She wasn't convincing enough to make them immediately move, making her feel a little proud. This entire journey, they've kept her suspicious self at arm's length, so she did not expect them to immediately jump ship. 
    They still jumped, though.
    It was a mess after that. The first man to run forward was immediately regretful of his decision, his friend who followed him didn't stop soon enough to not be repelled as well, and everyone else was stuck in the sands of disbelief. Now the enemy knew they were there and the mercenaries had to make a decision: go after their goal or go after the woman they hadn't trusted since the beginning. She was happy either way, maybe next time they'll think twice about interrupting her silence with their heavy feet.
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    @Noko @DarkHorse
    Riforte withheld her opinions to herself, feeling that it was unnecessary to make friends so quickly on the first date. The individuals who have collected together for the bounty were ... rambunctious, to say the least. Mercenaries have always been out of the realm of - oh, what's the word?
    'Excuse me.'
    The woman stuffed her thoughts away in a pocket already overflowing with 'things to do later' and turned her attention to the intrusive voice. These days, so many intrusive voices leave her to ponder who is exactly relaying her thoughts and who is genuinely thinking them. Had a wisp tapped her mind when she had fallen asleep? Was the structural integrity of her insanity finally crumbling - after so long? Whatever the case, the 'excuse me' came from an actual person, one who glares down at her with accusatory eyes. Such hatefulness, she can almost taste it in the air.
    "There is no excuse for you," was her reply. The words just slipped out, leaving herself and her company bewildered by the simplicity of the accusation. Accusation? No, she thinks, lifting her face to the sky, accusation isn't the right word for the sticky reply.
    Nothing came of it, though. She stepped aside, allowing the man and his crew to begrudgingly move by her; they only left behind pitiful insults in their wake. Thankful for the cold response, the woman took her sweet time following after them. 
    She has shown her intellect, making her something of a coveted piece to this wild goose chase. Not all mercenaries are known for their intelligence and delicate touch, and the bunch of coconuts she's been put with certainly amplify the best parts of the said description. It's only by her past discretions has she put them on the right path to their bounty, properly securing her place above them, yet not one of them. In truth, she knows their endgame; it's all a bit too cliché and a bit too familiar for her to just shake off. If they're on the same wavelength here, they will betray her as soon as they get their prey, leaving her empty-handed and all that nonsense. 
    Exhaling, she trudges forth. Golden eyes flash with some minor determination, the delicate glow illuminating the scattered freckles across her cheeks. 
    It is exhilarating doing what one was born to be: chaotic.
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    They were losing the sun.
    Having spent the morning navigating into the BloodMage mountains at a torturously slow walk, nose-to-tail like a donkey train, Phoebe and the Dead burst out of the craggy peaks to finally head downhill, toward the vast, forested expanse between Mageside and Umbra, well into the evening, as the sun's edge first touched the distant forested horizon.  They should make the other side of the Bloodmage Mountains by nightfall-- that had been the plan, at least, but as Phoebe-wearing-Riha eyed a pillow of dark clouds blowing in from the south, she wondered if their timing would hold.
    It was jarring to shift between the technological wonders that Argus had brought to Last Chance and this magical wonderland, where demons flew through the sky and lay waste, archmages commanded storms that scoured the earth clean, and somehow horse-drawn carriages were still a primary means of travel.  
    All this to say, they had planned badly and they were losing the sun.
    South of Mageside City, the Bloodmage Mountains were a bulwark against the Cold South and the Arcane East.  Treacherous even in daylight, traversing the Mountains became seven shades of suicidal for the average traveler once the sun went down.  For some time, early in the Mageside City's creation, that the Mountains had been used as dumping grounds for both failed and successful magical experiments-- this, on top of a rumored cadre of arcana-drunk mages and a blood cult of the non-Sitratic type, and it was no wonder that Phoebe swore as the sun's last finger curled below the horizon.
    Runes burnt into the horses' breast-collars lit as the sun disappeared, providing minimal light by which the company could travel, but it was slow going - the light cast only a horse-length, so traveling at anything faster than a trot was asking to break a leg.  As a flat area came into view, she gave the reigns a flick and guided her steed to it.  The Dead followed, along with the supply wagon, and as she slipped her leg up and over the horse's leather and green-metal saddle, she shook her head at the luck of it all.
    Overnight in Bloodmage, how quaint.
    It wasn't as bad as overnighting in Tia, or Yh'mi, but it came close.
    The horse was handed off to a groom; the wagon was left at the entrance to block them in and danger out, and as the Dead set about erecting tents made from powerfully augmented and waxed celuro, while Phoebe was left to handle the perimeter.  It wasn't hard work-- as part of traveling, the Skeletons carried arm-thick posts of valsse wood with them, along with point-to-point portals and other useful bits and baubles.  Each of the valsse wood posts was hand-etched, its sigils burnt into place by the former Architect himself, and then numbered so that no fool erected them in the wrong order and created an inversion, summoned a demon, or some other avoidable arcanic catastrophe.  
    Each post was driven into the ground not by hand but by the psion's Will, and once she was done, each post stretched four-foot up, leaving another six feet buried, with a small, glowing orange collar at its base.  Fully activated, they created a repulsion field around the camp that affected anyone not bonded to the Contract; were they foolproof?  No, they could overwhelmed or burnt, magically countered; they didn't stop objects or things that didn't register as alive.  In fact, there were a number of gaps that could be exploited, but against the average highwayman, the barrier was more than enough, and within its wooden arms, the Dead rested.  
    The fire blocks smoldered; the night glowered, and all around them the hidden horrors of the Bloodmage Mountains screamed and wailed.  It was not a friendly place to be, but for now, the Dead had little choice as they gathered around the warmth and threw dinner on the fire.  In short order, business collapsed into story-telling time; Phoebe hadn't brought a large contingent with her to Genesaris, so the Dead that traveled with her were familiar, and in a self-fulfilling circle, their good humor sunk into the Psion's aura and lifted her spirits, which raised the group's, which turned the circle ever onward.
    Someone laughed; the sound was sharp and foreign contrasted with the horrors yowling in the mountains, and strewn out around the fire, the Dead drank and passed the night.
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    William’s eyes widened when he heard of such diseases. Where on earth was he?! His voice began shaking and his hand was trembling as he handed the strange fairy his flintlock pistol and his musket. He originally planned to keep his knife concealed but decided it wasn’t as good as a call considering how strange these beings were and the lengths they would take to put up a fight. He didn’t wanna know what these things could do.
    He turned to the bartender and paused, straightened his voice, and spoke
    ”Listen friend, I’m in a tight bind right ‘a now. See, I ain’ from here. I’m from New England. I was hunting when I got lost, passed out ‘n now I’m here. Missouri it was. Thems truth I promise ya. Ya know how to get back?”
    His voice was firm yet petrified. His face screamed ‘Help me’.
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    @Noko @DarkHorse
    Riforte withheld her opinions to herself, feeling that it was unnecessary to make friends so quickly on the first date. The individuals who have collected together for the bounty were ... rambunctious, to say the least. Mercenaries have always been out of the realm of - oh, what's the word?
    'Excuse me.'
    The woman stuffed her thoughts away in a pocket already overflowing with 'things to do later' and turned her attention to the intrusive voice. These days, so many intrusive voices leave her to ponder who is exactly relaying her thoughts and who is genuinely thinking them. Had a wisp tapped her mind when she had fallen asleep? Was the structural integrity of her insanity finally crumbling - after so long? Whatever the case, the 'excuse me' came from an actual person, one who glares down at her with accusatory eyes. Such hatefulness, she can almost taste it in the air.
    "There is no excuse for you," was her reply. The words just slipped out, leaving herself and her company bewildered by the simplicity of the accusation. Accusation? No, she thinks, lifting her face to the sky, accusation isn't the right word for the sticky reply.
    Nothing came of it, though. She stepped aside, allowing the man and his crew to begrudgingly move by her; they only left behind pitiful insults in their wake. Thankful for the cold response, the woman took her sweet time following after them. 
    She has shown her intellect, making her something of a coveted piece to this wild goose chase. Not all mercenaries are known for their intelligence and delicate touch, and the bunch of coconuts she's been put with certainly amplify the best parts of the said description. It's only by her past discretions has she put them on the right path to their bounty, properly securing her place above them, yet not one of them. In truth, she knows their endgame; it's all a bit too cliché and a bit too familiar for her to just shake off. If they're on the same wavelength here, they will betray her as soon as they get their prey, leaving her empty-handed and all that nonsense. 
    Exhaling, she trudges forth. Golden eyes flash with some minor determination, the delicate glow illuminating the scattered freckles across her cheeks. 
    It is exhilarating doing what one was born to be: chaotic.
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    It had taken nearly half a year, almost the entirety of the time she'd been throwing Riha's name around the Gensaran continent, for Phoebe to become a fraction of the horsewoman Riha had been as a pre-teen.  Even now, as she and a handful of Dead galloped across the countryside on the roads between Mageside and Umbra, she looked a bit like she'd rather be somewhere else, with her light eyes squinted against the wind as it blew her hair free, in a black banner that flowed long, its edges tangling in a mess she'd deal with once they got to Port Caelum.  The motion of the horse as it ran was finally something that felt stable, but the burn across her thighs was something she'd need another six months to get used to. 
    At the end of the day, she'd still stumble, still wish for a long bath and a short workload, and still find neither.
    Still, it was a good day - there was something about the open road and the wind in her face that lifted her spirit, dragging her from the endless parade of machinations that danced their way across her fingertips, and while she perpetually missed Aristotle and their daughter she thought they could make a better life here away from the Empire's growing arcana-phobia and the noose it was slowly tightening around her neck. 
    Here, she was a half-dozen people, and none of them were Wanted.
    She traveled south as Riha, still wearing the long scar beneath her lavender eyes and a dark wash that dragged her dark hair from a simple deep brown to a stunning black, but while she underscored those similarities, there was much about the woman Phoebe simply couldn't replicate.  The horsemanship, for one, and if she were exactingly compared to the former courtesan, Phoebe was noticeably taller, paler, and harder, and graced with an athleticism and coordination that Riha couldn't find in an empty box.  The charm was there, though, and the icy dismissals when she wanted them, and so it had been enough.  
    If one was looking for a dark-haired woman with a facial scar and lavender eyes -- that's what she presented, and it worked.  Most people simply accepted names at face value - say you're Jane Smith, you're Jane Smith - and since no one knew Riha, Phoebe became her simply by stating so, then proceeded to crisscross an impossible path across Genesaris saying her name, and batting lashes above those lavender eyes, and making sure that scar was prominently seen.  
    It was so terrible, such a vile scar on such a pretty girl.
    So, memorable.
    With the aid of portals and airships, Phoebe-as-Riha had appeared across the Continent from Coastal Grande, to Mageside, to Joran, sometimes in the span of a few weeks.  It was chaotic and confusing, and intended to be so, and brought Phoebe no end of cruel amusement when she thought of the unfortunate mercenaries attempting to follow such a scattershot path, driven like dogs before Rolfe's growing but impotent fury.  It was a game to the First- a favor for the new Skeleton, whose company she enjoyed immensely, and whom, if she were being honest, she owed a bit for that insanity at her recruitment.  Since Phoebe was traveling anyway, it took little effort to shade her eyes purple, throw on a skin overlay and go to dinner with a different name.
    The prospect of the bounty wasn't a concern.  She wasn't worried; maybe she should have been, but the caliber of enemies chasing Riha were well below those that could, in her estimation, cause her more than a passing annoyance.  As mentioned, there were numerous similarities between Riha and Phoebe, but the ability to lay waste with little more than a thought belonged to her and her alone; anyone who came upon the group expecting to scoop up a wayward and ill-prepared courtesan, with little offense beyond a two-inch dagger strapped to her thigh, would find a vastly different scenario awaited them.
    So Phoebe rode, carried along on the rhythmic pounding hooves of a nightmare black steed, and mused over her upcoming dealings in Port Caelum.
    @Aleksei @DarkHorse
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    Aleksei reacted to CasualCrisis in Home Sweet Home   
    Lucis Angelus DuGrace
    Had there ever been a more peaceful and uncontested transfer of power? Surely not. In many ways, it was like a dream -- or waking up from a nightmare. Suddenly the heavy shadow of malevolence was lifted, and all that was left in the wake of such awesome pressure and evil was an uncomfortable stillness, and the electric-tasting calm that came before a tremendous storm. And all he could do was exist through it and hope that he survived the tempest that was to come, for in this game of power, survival was the only way to win. 
     
    But things were different now, weren’t they? He could no longer just go and come as he pleased. There were responsibilities now. There was someone who counted on him. And while the feeling was overwhelming, it also focused his objectives and that was a feeling unlike any he had ever had before. Now there was purpose. Now he had resolved to see this through. Now there was something worth fighting for -- something worth dying for. 
     
    And so he lingered there, near a massive set of French doors framed in panels of gold, overlooking a large veranda with a delicate cast iron ‘lace’ design edging the high corners of the support beams that rose at different intervals. Through this work of stone, wood, and metal, he observed the garden beyond. It was a generously sized courtyard, a private affair for this particular set of living quarters. The exclusive living space of the regent of Veelos, a place of tranquility and beauty, a place held at a distance from the intrigue and danger that came from managing such a strategically important, and problematic area of Orisia. 
     
    He’d brought her here, not knowing where else to go. There was a claim here, one that he had abandoned not two years ago when he thought her life was in danger, back when Raphael had taken control of the capital and country. And now there were so many questions floating in the air as the vacuum of power that was left behind after the departure of Raphael’s forces seemed to grow and grow. But this was home, or it could be home, if only he could convince her to stay because if she didn’t -- he would follow after her. He knew it. He knew he would never leave her side again.
     
    He sat in a wide-armed wicker chair, watching with his mother’s golden eyes the way the trees shifted gently in an invisible breeze. But he didn’t care much for what he saw. He was listening. He was focused on the sound of her voice. She was in the garden, speaking to someone. There was laughter, sweet as summer rain, and there were whispers devoid of treachery but full of worry. He sat there and waited until she dismissed the servants who had come to ensure their comfort, and who had also come to learn what they could about the Prince and Princess’ intentions now that they had come to Veelos.
     
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    Aleksei reacted to Velindrel in The Old Smith...   
    (Contact me first conditionally open to first taker)
    It was an olde art.
    Handed down from his family for generations.  He was making an attempt to fuse it with the new magitech style with some degree of success.
    Rahnar Estate was a mansion outside of Casper.
    One portion of it was open to the general public, The Old Smith's Shop.
    He'd developed a fine reputation of being a highly skilled Casper Smith and businessman.
    He wore his work clothing that day and was toiling away at the smith.  Some folks who worked in his staff were visible with him too.
    The forge was hot with a combination of spirit energy and magitech science.
    Velindrel was skilled with manipulating his own natural energies to augment this or that piece he was working on at that point in time.
    The chapter of Rahnar's smith was highly skilled at that point.
    They manufactured gear for the local militiamen and royalty at points.
    Velndrel was a burly old Elf at that point in his life.  He'd experienced the long life of turmoil, labor and lost past failures.
    He forged his own destiny free from the olde Guilds of his early youth and their constant bickering and bullshit.
    He had light skin, and was built extremely muscular for an Elf.
    He had the tell tale birth signs of his people with long pointy Elven ears.
    He had green eyes and his hair and beard were platinum coloured at that point.
    In his estate lived and worked a few hundred Casper citizens of excellent skill level.  They were all under the employ of the old smith.
    The recent visitor he'd had to his estate was that woman...she was on his mind.
    The swords, they held a familiar craftsmanship to it, quality, he'd seen the like at least once in his life but could not quite place it.  His life had been long and hard and some of the memories were getting twisted and out of reach for him.
    She'd also been able to pay with a sizable portion of pure Rhodium...that had caught his attention immediately.
    He'd hope to service her equipment again someday.
    One of the acolytes in his employ approached him and nodded.  "Sir, we have a new order."  She said calmly.
    He nods calmly in response.  "Aye lass, send them in."  He says in that burly Casper accent.
    (^Enter here)
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    Aleksei got a reaction from Dabi in The Hunt [OPEN]   
    @Mickey Flash
    Traveling is a bore and a task Rohini will never appreciate, no matter how wondrous the means to traverse across mountains and stars maybe. More than once, he has been called an 'old soul' or a 'homebody' - neither occasion being endearing, and not once has he denied the proclamations against his person. There is just something about the comforts of four familiar walls, being surrounded by memories, and enjoying the silence of your own company. He would rather be home than here, surrounded by mostly unfamiliar faces.
    Alas, one must sacrifice some comforts to obtain comfort. His lady has provided him with health and happiness in the long term; the least he can do is escort her from one end of the world to the other. A party isn't going to kill him, and who knows, he may find someone interesting to speak to or maybe something interesting to drink - perhaps both?! The possibility of drink and company made the long walk into the dance hall relatively bearable.
    "I can feel you frowning, Rohini." His company finally spoke up from her lofty perch, drawing his attention away from his surroundings to the one woman who has snatched his curiosity. The frown she claimed to feel dug deeper into his delicate face, twisting it some, making him look like a pouty adolescent instead of a perturbed adult. 
    "My lady, I wear this frown because you placed it here," he said while patting her hand, which was sweetly tucked in the curve of his elbow. "You need to take responsibility for it."
    Areille laughed, a pretty sound that could dance above any wild crowd. He notes that she wears her smile and sings her laughter far too effortlessly for a woman of noble birth - he hopes she never stops. 
    The young woman is dressed in a beautiful sequin lace gown that compliments her red hair, curled and left loose to cascade across her shoulders and back. Tonight she wore a diadem of simple make, woven gold with a delicate gem centered at her forehead; it's a surprise it doesn't get lost in her luscious locks. It's easy to see that she was born with nobility soaked in her name and presence; from the dress and its flair to her manner of standing upright, Areille is a woman of unique power. And she has chosen him as her partner for the night, a guard from a lowly upbringing, a man who would rather eat dirt than have to dance.
    "I will claim responsibility for your sour mood, but will you do the same for mine?" With her free hand, she patted her partner on his well-cut chest. "You're a brave man, not a foolish one, Rohini. Stay close to me, and I ensure your time will be well spent!" On that note, she dragged the gentleman into the fray of the dance hall, where she can feel and hear the excitement. Before they got too far into the commotion, Rohini stopped to ensure that his attire was adequately fit and ready to go. Considering that Areille took special care that they match, the least he could do give the impression he cared. 
    "Where to first, my lady?"
    "Introductions Rohini, then we can take advantage of the drinks and sweets."
    "Have I told you that I love you? That I've always loved you?" How easily he is persuaded; drinks and snacks, what more can a person ask for?
    Again, the woman was brought to laughter, alighting her opal hues in mirth. "Your avowals of love do not fall on deaf ears!"
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    Aleksei got a reaction from Mickey Flash in The Hunt [OPEN]   
    @Mickey Flash
    Traveling is a bore and a task Rohini will never appreciate, no matter how wondrous the means to traverse across mountains and stars maybe. More than once, he has been called an 'old soul' or a 'homebody' - neither occasion being endearing, and not once has he denied the proclamations against his person. There is just something about the comforts of four familiar walls, being surrounded by memories, and enjoying the silence of your own company. He would rather be home than here, surrounded by mostly unfamiliar faces.
    Alas, one must sacrifice some comforts to obtain comfort. His lady has provided him with health and happiness in the long term; the least he can do is escort her from one end of the world to the other. A party isn't going to kill him, and who knows, he may find someone interesting to speak to or maybe something interesting to drink - perhaps both?! The possibility of drink and company made the long walk into the dance hall relatively bearable.
    "I can feel you frowning, Rohini." His company finally spoke up from her lofty perch, drawing his attention away from his surroundings to the one woman who has snatched his curiosity. The frown she claimed to feel dug deeper into his delicate face, twisting it some, making him look like a pouty adolescent instead of a perturbed adult. 
    "My lady, I wear this frown because you placed it here," he said while patting her hand, which was sweetly tucked in the curve of his elbow. "You need to take responsibility for it."
    Areille laughed, a pretty sound that could dance above any wild crowd. He notes that she wears her smile and sings her laughter far too effortlessly for a woman of noble birth - he hopes she never stops. 
    The young woman is dressed in a beautiful sequin lace gown that compliments her red hair, curled and left loose to cascade across her shoulders and back. Tonight she wore a diadem of simple make, woven gold with a delicate gem centered at her forehead; it's a surprise it doesn't get lost in her luscious locks. It's easy to see that she was born with nobility soaked in her name and presence; from the dress and its flair to her manner of standing upright, Areille is a woman of unique power. And she has chosen him as her partner for the night, a guard from a lowly upbringing, a man who would rather eat dirt than have to dance.
    "I will claim responsibility for your sour mood, but will you do the same for mine?" With her free hand, she patted her partner on his well-cut chest. "You're a brave man, not a foolish one, Rohini. Stay close to me, and I ensure your time will be well spent!" On that note, she dragged the gentleman into the fray of the dance hall, where she can feel and hear the excitement. Before they got too far into the commotion, Rohini stopped to ensure that his attire was adequately fit and ready to go. Considering that Areille took special care that they match, the least he could do give the impression he cared. 
    "Where to first, my lady?"
    "Introductions Rohini, then we can take advantage of the drinks and sweets."
    "Have I told you that I love you? That I've always loved you?" How easily he is persuaded; drinks and snacks, what more can a person ask for?
    Again, the woman was brought to laughter, alighting her opal hues in mirth. "Your avowals of love do not fall on deaf ears!"
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    Aleksei got a reaction from -Lilium- in The Hunt [OPEN]   
    @Mickey Flash
    Traveling is a bore and a task Rohini will never appreciate, no matter how wondrous the means to traverse across mountains and stars maybe. More than once, he has been called an 'old soul' or a 'homebody' - neither occasion being endearing, and not once has he denied the proclamations against his person. There is just something about the comforts of four familiar walls, being surrounded by memories, and enjoying the silence of your own company. He would rather be home than here, surrounded by mostly unfamiliar faces.
    Alas, one must sacrifice some comforts to obtain comfort. His lady has provided him with health and happiness in the long term; the least he can do is escort her from one end of the world to the other. A party isn't going to kill him, and who knows, he may find someone interesting to speak to or maybe something interesting to drink - perhaps both?! The possibility of drink and company made the long walk into the dance hall relatively bearable.
    "I can feel you frowning, Rohini." His company finally spoke up from her lofty perch, drawing his attention away from his surroundings to the one woman who has snatched his curiosity. The frown she claimed to feel dug deeper into his delicate face, twisting it some, making him look like a pouty adolescent instead of a perturbed adult. 
    "My lady, I wear this frown because you placed it here," he said while patting her hand, which was sweetly tucked in the curve of his elbow. "You need to take responsibility for it."
    Areille laughed, a pretty sound that could dance above any wild crowd. He notes that she wears her smile and sings her laughter far too effortlessly for a woman of noble birth - he hopes she never stops. 
    The young woman is dressed in a beautiful sequin lace gown that compliments her red hair, curled and left loose to cascade across her shoulders and back. Tonight she wore a diadem of simple make, woven gold with a delicate gem centered at her forehead; it's a surprise it doesn't get lost in her luscious locks. It's easy to see that she was born with nobility soaked in her name and presence; from the dress and its flair to her manner of standing upright, Areille is a woman of unique power. And she has chosen him as her partner for the night, a guard from a lowly upbringing, a man who would rather eat dirt than have to dance.
    "I will claim responsibility for your sour mood, but will you do the same for mine?" With her free hand, she patted her partner on his well-cut chest. "You're a brave man, not a foolish one, Rohini. Stay close to me, and I ensure your time will be well spent!" On that note, she dragged the gentleman into the fray of the dance hall, where she can feel and hear the excitement. Before they got too far into the commotion, Rohini stopped to ensure that his attire was adequately fit and ready to go. Considering that Areille took special care that they match, the least he could do give the impression he cared. 
    "Where to first, my lady?"
    "Introductions Rohini, then we can take advantage of the drinks and sweets."
    "Have I told you that I love you? That I've always loved you?" How easily he is persuaded; drinks and snacks, what more can a person ask for?
    Again, the woman was brought to laughter, alighting her opal hues in mirth. "Your avowals of love do not fall on deaf ears!"
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