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Old 01-10-2014, 03:25 PM



On an island that should be beacon of hope for whole world but often is the pits of Hell for its own inhabitants, Chance entangles enemies that are more alike than they would ever admit and as the story progresses, most unusual bonds are formed. Will they last or be crushed by differences, twists of Fate and can personal demons ever be chained or soothed?
~Featuring~
Lacrimae Heliandum played by Sadrain - Questionably, Heroine of the story who certainly will not find the status working in her favor
Marwolaeth Rubellite played by Sadrain - Possibly the Villain who doesn't really care for such title
Saith Fel'har Kimitore played by Xavirne - Arguably, Hero of the story who perhaps isn't in it for much better reasons that the Villain
A. Kevlar Bael played by Xavirne - Brave knight who ought to be the Hero because of his noble intentions towards Heroine... If only they are true?
Cain Lawrence Vaal played by Xavirne - Another Antagonist and perhaps the comical relief of the story, if only he wasn't so short dangerous
~Timeline~
Day one
Early morning: Robbery takes place at Temple of Sun, Marwolaeth is main suspect. She and Saith meet in town inn. They escape it to forest, both betray each other in a sense and split up. Marwolaeth runs off with guard's horse and magically poisoned Saith is captured by furious Lacrimae.
Day: Lacrimae and Saith grate on each other's nerves in his 'cell' and find some common ground, he shares valuable information about Marwolaeth, decides to draw her portrait.
Night: Saith is freed from his imprisonment, offers to accompany Lacrimae on journey. Both amuse themselves by annoying each other and find that there is more to other than they initially thought.
Day two
Morning: Marwolaeth passes by just-stranded out Cain, but offers Pinkie no help. Amuses herself watching his attempts to communicate in the market and goes on her merry way to hang out at the beach until her contact wakes up.
Night: Lacrimae is tired, resting in garden and Saith confronts her about upcoming journey and his plan to come along. Romantic feelings flutter about and she gives her blessing, leaves.
Marwolaeth breaks in her contact's house, finds him dead, takes whatever she wants and is confronted by Cain in alleyway. Her insults are followed by bullets, she reciprocates. He is knocked out for short moment, Marwo leaves the scene.
Day three
Morning: Self-acclaimed thief catcher party departs from Temple of Sun. They come across bridge that collapses while Saith and Lacrimae are still on it. Cue epic nearly-sacrifice and involvement of kiss-wanting knight Kevlar, both get to other side safely. Argument ensues, but is settled. The trio move into forest.
Night: Their makeshift camp is ambushed by group of raging drows. Fight follows, Mae refuses to leave Saith behind and finally they flee.
Day four
Morning: Broship is formed by Saith and Kevlar. Mae and the men stop to tend to her injured leg, issue of theft is explained to Kevlar.
Evening: Saith sinks into depressed mood, Kevlar goofs around and manages to get on Mae's nerves as well.
Day five
Night: They stop in small town in the forest. Lacrimae thanks Kevlar, broship talk follows in which it is established that Mae and Saith are not an item after all and that Saith may have future of becoming a knight.
Day six
Morning: The trio figure out more facts about Marwolaeth and agree on a plan. Wanted posters of her are posted around the town as well as sent to other places.
Midday: Plan of talking to local governor and guard leader is accomplished, the three depart after inn keeper's wife gives strange hints to Saith.
Day seven
Night: The group stops at small town, last stop before they reach Mage of Tower's place. Mae has some nightmares, probably waking up most of the inn.

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Old 01-10-2014, 03:29 PM



Lacrimae Heliandum, the Sun's Tear
~Known as: Lacrimae Heliandum (assumed name)
~Gender: Female
~Age: Uncertain, but guesses and appears to be around mid twenties, when compared to human age
~Race: Elf
~Nickname: Close people call her Mae. Has multiple titles among which are: The High Priestess of Sun, Eternal Sun, Bringer of Light, The Great Protector Mother, Sun ray that Cries
~Mental State: Stable
~Relationship status: Single

~Powers: All her non-racial powers stem from her extremely strong affinity with Sun element. She is able to heal (to certain extent), create various levels of heat and burn with it (without creating flame, although focusing the heat on flammable materials can start a fire), able to summon light and give it certain 'will' that lets it search for something or guide the way, accompany someone. At times, has been able to see visions of things and places where Sun is shining. Rumors say that at high cost, she would be able to bring back someone from the dead. She's also able to endure higher temperatures than most.
Fire element strengthens her and normally, she easily overcomes Shadow elements.
As an elf, she has keener senses and sees better in dim surroundings. Also has better reflexes.
~Drawbacks: Shadow element can overpower her easily if she is tired, injured. Will feel uncomfortable and eventually weakened if cannot be in sunlight for long time or just be under open sky. Over-use of her powers drains her own life force drastically, especially if she's been healing. She can literally be burned up by her own powers, too.
~Skills: Able to wield bow and daggers in battle and is actually skilled. Has average and up knowledge of healing herbs. Good knowledge of geography and various cultures and their traditions that may save her from some tight spots. Horseback riding

Appearance: Closeup, 1st dress, 2nd dress, regular outfit, armor and bow 1, armor and bow 2
~[Hair: Either sun or perhaps magical means have diluted her naturally darker blonde hair tone to pale golden one. Her hair is soft and naturally slightly wavy, so ends in large curls at her waist and shorter bangs around her face are also lightly curled
~[Eyes: Striking sky blue tone
~[Complexion: Lighter end of golden-tanned
~[Height: ~5'9", nearly 5'10"
~[Weight: ~130 pounds
~[Posture: Good, regal even
~[Scars: Some partially faded scars on her back and stomach, but they are hidden under clothes
~[Jewelry: Usually wears jewelry only during ceremonies and prefers flower crown that stay fresh unnaturally long time

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Mae is... attractive, if not beautiful to most onlookers. Perhaps she does not have the see-through frailness that some other elves possess, but she still is more graceful and both her features and body seems to be carefully shaped by a gifted artist. She herself does not pay any extra attention to the fact, though, other than dressing the way it accents her looks and fits her status as High Priestess. Most of the time, she wears beautiful dresses, but has simpler outfits for rides and even battlefields. As lavish as the outfits look, she actually spends more on her clothing than many other priestesses of her status.

Although her hair hides pointed ears most of the time, there is little to no chance she'd be mistaken for a human, especially one without magical gifts. Her eyes stand out with their unusual color, too. They have a warm, soft expression in them usually, but at times, they will harden and mouth settle in a smirk or perhaps form thin line as she holds back a commentary she finds needlessly mean (for now).

Personality
~[Positive traits: Usually tolerant, thoughtful and caring. Nurturing, warm in most cases. Certainly patient and calm - hard to anger. Unbiased towards races, powers. Has healthy confidence and gladly supports others. Charismatic. Is not cruel, will regret hurting someone. Smart and creative. Loyal and protective of her people, friends, even strangers if they stand on her side of the battle. Usually, good judge of character. Determined, hard working and not afraid to get her hands dirty. Actually enjoys some adventure

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~[Likes: Freedom, sunlight, being out in nature, animals, magic, doing what she likes, respect, her own private space and time, being able to help and also getting her way
~[Hobbies: Painting, reading, tinkering with magical items, singing and dancing, riding, exploring, learning


~[Negative traits: Can be very goal-oriented and over-protecting at times - this often leads to demanding, controlling attitude. Sometimes, displays arrogance. Generally closed up about things directly connected to herself, her emotions. At times, too distrustful. Has hard time forgiving any heavy ill-doings. When angered, explosive and unpredictable, dangerous. Cannot really sit back in background role of any sorts. Clearly has any kind of relation commitment issues

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~[Mannerism: Her movement and even speech has refined, regal feel to it. The elegance and grace that most elves possess has been passed down to her as well, but the rest has been taught. Usually, tries her best to keep composure and hide any signs of nervousness or fear, but one can notice that she rubs her thumb and index finger together a lot at times like this until catches her self. When has slipped into routine, can be apathetic, but eventually, might rebel, if she feels like restrained
~[Dislikes: Anything that takes away her freedom, physically or otherwise. Cruelty. People bothering her needlessly, spineless personalities, disregard for her as a person or her private space. Deceit


~[Quirks: She's unusually good at mimicking sounds she hears, be it birds, animals or even mechanical noises of door creaking or voices. There's little to no practical use for this

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~[Talents: Being the graceful as she is, Lacrimae is good dancer and has a beautiful voice to top it off. Can play some music instruments and picks up any new knowledge or skill very quickly in general
~[Philosophy: Sun graces everyone with Her gifts and as such, I shall treat everyone equally kindly


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Much like Sun, Lacrimae can be the warm presence that makes nurtures one back to health, makes strength grow and feel catered for or the intolerable heat that tires, weakens and scares one with its incredible power. One thing for sure, it's hard if not impossible to ignore her. Even when quiet, she somehow draws attention and most want to talk with her, spend time near her.

She enjoys the attention most of the time (and perhaps, has started to take it as granted), but also greatly values being able to get away from crowds and people in general, to have time fully for herself. It doesn't matter that she might end up doing something that would end up benefiting someone else, then it's her choice. But Mae knows how to take a break and relax, when given the chance.

Certainly charismatic and diplomatic, she opts for kinder ways to resolve any issues and they usually work. Mae is not afraid to remind anyone of her position, too, if needed or if she feels that someone is not treating her how they should.

Her past has left her mentally scarred in some aspects and she often reacts too sharply to anything that violates her freedom - or she thinks it does. However, as the other side of the coin is the way she pulls in and clings to people and things dear to her, to the point she might 'suffocate' them with her protection, worry and control. Lacrimae has yet to realize this, especially since there have not been a reason for this trait to surface much. She has particularly hard time to let anyone emotionally close to her - she will generally care for most, but true, devoted love is very hard to earn, as she's afraid of being betrayed, having her freedom robbed.

By nature, she's a rather calm person and it's only been deepened by her training, but when you make her angry... She becomes a wild force of nature, both power and temper wise. Sometimes, being scared causes the same effect, triggering a chain that leads to anger. All in all, she's simple and yet somehow complex person with her share of problems, bad and good sides.

History

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Lacrimae does not remember much from her early childhood. In fact, most of things about her are made up, starting from her birthday (Winter Solstice, when Sun wins over darkness and the day begins to grow longer) to her name.

But what she does remember still strikes a fear in her. Dark dungeons, cruel hands and voices, things that make her bleed and hurt, mockery... Later, she'd realize she was captured by humans far from the protective Veil that hides her kind and other non-humans. As she grew, so did her powers and her desperation and she prayed, begged to something she didn't even know for help. And her wish was hard as she felt immense power build up in her and finally break a path open for her.

From there on, she wandered and eventually was found by some non-human sympathizers that helped her reach the Island and left her with Sun Temple's priestesses. One of them took particular interest in Mae, realizing the potential and began grooming the child as their next High Priestess. The girl did not wish for this, still scared and unsure, everything so foreign to her. She hoped to live with one of the kind families that would come and pray at the temple... And then, the priestess lied that she was her aunt and her mother would've wanted this. Lacrimae caved in, wanting to belong somewhere and it wouldn't be until much later that the truth came out and her belief shattered.

But as she had taken her vows and found some contentment in her new life, she did not run away - really, that would be such a childish thing to do. The bitterness remains, however.

Other

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As High Priestess of Sun, she is one of the highest respected people on the whole Island. Her role is to lead most important ceremonies, listen to requests twice a week, await sunrises, pray and so on.
One of her titles is the Great Protector Mother of weak and innocent. Therefor, Mae's one of the priestesses who is purposely taught how to fight and use her powers both in offensive and defensive manner. And as the Protector, she's also tasked to guard various powerful magical items, among which is the Great Orb of Sun, sometimes called Sun's Tear, possessing mysterious magic that has not been awakened for millennium.
Has not had any proper relationships. Usually lacked the interest and there are certainly laws for priestesses in this aspect.







Marwolaeth Rubellite, the Blood Gem
~Name: Marwolaeth Rubellite
~Gender: Female
~Age: Unclear, perhaps in early 20's?
~Race: Questionably human mixed with traces of unknown race
~Nickname: Laeth, Marwo, Ruby, That Crazy B**ch and various aliases she takes up as needed
~Mental State: ... Stable?
~Relationship status: Single

~Powers: If something alike blood flows in your body, you can be affected by her. Marwolaeth has the ability to change blood's flow or stop it (therefor, she indirectly seems to hold power over heart), density and chemical composition (making it poisonous or acidic). When blood is spilled, she can still make it change form and move at her command, even forming weapons of sort.
Her own blood is poisonous to other beings in larger amounts, but possesses amazing healing properties - Laeth recovers from wounds easily, although for maximum effect must consume blood which she can simply absorb through her skin. This can lead to impression she is a vampire. This, however, will not regrow a lost limb under normal circumstances.
The healing ability can be partially transferred to another person if she gives small dose of her blood to him/her.
Because of her mixed blood, she is stronger than other females, has faster reflexes
~Drawbacks: Has no power over any object, even if it is animated, like a golem. Requires to see the target, unless she has some of the target's blood in possession. Although she regenerates blood abnormally quickly and can stop it from leaving her body, if she would lose large amount quickly, for a period of time, Laeth would be extremely vulnerable.
Although she definitely bests regular humans in some aspects, she still is not as physically powerful as a strong male nor fast enough to dodge a bullet, if she somehow came into situation where guns were present. Same goes for arrows. And her powers don't make her more sneaky, quiet or otherwise less noticeable - so in many aspects she has to rely on magical trinkets.
Earth and Energy elements can trap and weaken her powers partially, she is not immune to any other magic either.
She can't really become unnoticeable and people that have seen or met her, recognize her easily usually
~Skills: She knows hand-to-hand combat, fights well with daggers and can wield a sword, but generally finds it too clumsy a weapon. She has some knowledge of herbs, but nothing spectacular. Can hunt decently. Is good at tracking and hiding her own tracks. Knowledgeable about all kinds of magical items, their history

Appearance: Amazing art done by Neiths <3 Possible outfit 1, possible outfit 2, possible outfit 3, possible outfit 4, one of 'work' outfits, only then she wears shoes with no heel or thick soles As drawn by Saith
~[Hair: From dark red, nearly black, it lightens to blood red tone, perhaps dyed or naturally (most likely the latter) and reaches her waist. Sometimes styled, but usually left open or braided
~[Eyes: Sparkly green
~[Complexion: Light and clear on most of her body, beside small beauty mark on left side of her face near mouth, but the skin grows darker on her legs, gray and brown mixing in strange patterns there. Similar color streak goes over her backbone
~[Height: 5'7"
~[Weight: ~125 pounds
~[Posture: Good
~[Scars: In a sense, nearly half of her head is one big scar. The lace that starts from her hairline, goes over her right eye and cheekbone, covering ear and disappearing into hair again has been melted in Laeth's flesh. The skin it self is not marred, due to her healing abilities, nor her eye is burdened as the lace 'mask' is carefully adjusted for her face and eye, but the material cannot be extracted nor skin will ever cover it. She has no other scars as her powers prevent them from forming
~[Jewelry: Whatever she wants and what she finds to fit her outfit

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Laeth can't 'fit in' and merge with smaller crowd. Even if she dressed normally, which she doesn't, the lacy mask on her face makes this woman stand out. Her best remedy for this is her dark cloak with deep hood, but normally, she doesn't even want to hide her identity, although it brings her a lot of problems.
She's strange looking, but somehow beautiful, especially since at first people don't understand mask is actually part of her face (when they realize, it tends to creep people out). Not too tall, compared to all the tall human males, elves and other races that inhabit the Isle, she likes to wear shoes with crazy heels and soles, fashion taken from Mainland. In fact, most of her clothes are from there.
She uses some makeup, such as blood-red lipstick, matching her hair tone. And although her eye color is rather common among people on Isle, hers still seems somehow brighter, as if there's glitter added to the tone.

Personality
~[Positive traits: Smart, quick thinker, witty, cunning. Good judge of character. Determined and can be hard working when needed, won't let anything stop her in the long run. Decisive. Creative. Passionate about things she likes and generally, one who enjoys life, finds pleasure in small things (in the right mood). Adventurous. Charismatic and alluring when she wants

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~[Likes: Freedom, beautiful and shiny things, getting her way, spunky people (as long as they don't try to be more spunky than her or somehow endanger her or her role in current company), magic, having control over the situations and others
~[Hobbies: Obtaining magical items by various means and climbing up the ladder of power, enjoying life, travelling and occasionally wreaking havoc and/or chaos


~[Negative traits: Whatever good traits she has, she uses them for bad things. Deceitful and secretive. Careless for the thoughts and feelings of others, to the point it borders cruelty and often steps over this line. Arrogant, self-centered, disrespectful and demanding. Unforgiving and vengeful, but can be traitorous herself. Moody and passionate, but won't always show the wide range of emotion she has, usually choosing more concealed attitude

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~[Mannerism: Depends on what is needed, but usually confident. Tends to rub her right temple or trace fingers over lace patterns on her face when deep in thoughts, angered or melancholic. Has had fits where she has tried to tear them out
~[Dislikes: Having her freedom threatened in any sense, people who are unreasonably arrogant and try to boss her around. Anyone who threatens her either directly or by how their actions might affect her. Not getting her way and losing control


~[Quirks: Has a habit of tying all curses or exclamations to blood. For example, one of worst things she can say to someone that has angered is "curse your blood!" Most likely that's what she will do

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~[Talents:
~[Philosophy: World's not going to become nicer just because I am nice, so why waste the time? Why shouldn't I do or get something, if I can? And if I can't get it... Then I just have to try a little harder.


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She's whatever you want her to be. Slipping from one role into another easily, she lies, deceives, betrays and tricks people wherever she goes. But, if no role is necessary, such as the meeting is short, you will get to see her directly disregarding nature. Marwolaeth usually does not harm or kill anyone just because she finds it fun or gains some pleasure from it, however is not opposed to taking life if the person gets in her way or endangers her.

If we would bring in alignments, normally one would put her in the shelf with Chaotic Evil, but it does not quite fit her. Although she is driven by her own desires and wishes and usually disregards any will weaker than hers, Laeth can and will give certain, backward respect to those who match her fierceness and determination. She does not ignore laws because only weak hide behind them - she simply sees laws as corrupt and hypocritical, realistically valuing them as generally disregarded by most, so there is simply no need to let rules limit her, if no one else does that, in this aspect following Neutral Evil alignment outlines. And she's not out there to do evil, either, the idea of good and evil actually seeming laughable as her as she does not believe there is anything purely one sided. If you're goody two shoes, that's absolutely fine with her, do whatever suits you, as long it doesn't mean you're going to try and stop her. In fact, she's probably more inclined to stop someone truly corrupt and cruel, if persuaded or they put her plans in danger, than fight someone 'good', perhaps in this way balancing out some of the evilness and partially leaning towards more True Neutral alignment.

Now, of course malice isn't all that there is to this girl. But battered and broken, torn apart to pieces mentally and even physically, this is the disfigured person she has now become. Perhaps there are hints of something else underneath, like loyalty for family, if she would ever have one, but there has been no need for any of this to take root and blossom, so Laeth remains the egoistical, cruel person she is - perfect example why people have always feared those with Blood element gift. In some sense, her past and her own powers have drove her to the edge of sanity and as such, she can be unpredictable and dangerous, like many great villains, although her status as one is questionable in the long run.

Despite all the the seemingly chaotic and overly emotional traits, she is actually rather stand-offish in her attitude, keeping a certain distance from events with a smirk, even if they have been caused by herself. The emotional involvement remains hidden and all in all, she draws people in with her mysterious appearance and attitude.

History

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She does not discuss her past in any manner, ever. It is a touchy subject. At most, she can drop hints that all the wounds, physical or mental, have been inflicted by someone she trusted and thought to be caring for her. It seems to have broken all of her trust in mankind and freed from all the restrictions and respect that people normally have.

Other

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Has plenty of criminal connections. And some magic-user ones, too.
Whatever abilities or skills she lacks naturally, she makes up with her magic gadgets. Laeth has many of those at her disposal, although she only carries some with her on daily base, such as her Shadow-magic infused cloak hiding her in most situations.
She has a 'lair' somewhere off coast, or so she says. No one has really seen it.
Despite being flirty and seductive, she actually does not pursue any kind of relationships with her victims (or anyone else), since 'what you can't get is what you try hardest for' and she knows that half of her power might as well be gone when she gives the men what they want.

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Old 01-10-2014, 06:17 PM

The Drow, Saith





Saith Fel'har Kimitore
Drow
Twenty-eight
Six-foot two-inches
Ghostly white hair with naturally blue eyes
Chaotic Neutral

PERSONALITY:
People would describe Saith as reserved, assuming they actually saw him. The Drow has a nasty habit of staying hidden. Born in the forest, he's come to adore the coverage of the flora and often stalks the woods at night. His tracking and hunting skills are superb, losing to none, save for those of his own lineage. Still, his arrow never misses and his intuition is always dead right. Saith is what one might call skilled in the art of stalking, which often gives people the wrong idea about him. They assume him to be a pervert or a creep, neither of which are true. In fact, Saith is quite the opposite. He doesn't believe in such trivial things. To him, life is all about the road ahead, not the love in one's heart. He's never been one to pick a side, too. Let it be good or bad, he'll do what he wants and where he sees the most personal gain. Not to mention, he'll indulge in the fun and risky, as it's nice to have the odds stacked against you. Saith is adventurous in that regard and is a bit outgoing, especially when talent is on the line. Now, if you were to ask him for help on a mission or to serve as a guide through the woods? Well, he might just decline. You see, such petty tasks are daunting and boring, giving him no satisfaction or pride.

Pretending that you befriended this Drow, you would probably laugh at his wit and sarcasm. He's a rather funny guy. A bit abrupt or rude at times, but never really meaning to insult. If he were to insult you, you would know. You'd have an arrow threw your throat. Keeping that image in mind, Saith is not the kind to forgive those who have betrayed him or wronged him. If you make him a promise, you better keep it. If not, he'll hunt you down. And he will find you.

Final Remarks: He hates elves. He thinks they are too cheeky for his liking. He prefers independent, standoffish individuals that are fully capable of protecting themselves. Another note about Saith, he cannot stand being hit on. He finds that stuff pointless. He's literally told someone to knock it off. Mentioned he would put an arrow through their eye if they called him "handsome" one more time.
HISTORY:
Harteon Kimitore, a noble elf, fell in love with Felvira Nye, a wicked drow. The two gave birth to their only child, Saith Fel'har Kimitore. Their marriage and birth of their son was heavily frowned upon. Har's family ostracized him, telling him to never return. Felvira's kin weren't the kind to care, but did dislike her pathetic betrothal to an elf, a little, happier kin. Fearing their son's life, the two field to the far outskirts of a town and built a small cobble house that was hidden from the world. A cave, hidden by ivy, concealed the entrance to a grand opening that was encompassed by looming mountains. Saith spent the first fifteen years of his life here and he loathed every second of it.

Around his sixteenth birthday, he ran away, vowing to never return. He hated elves and he hated drow. He wanted to be like man, so he cut his hair and wore their cloths, but soon discovered that it was not wise, for man hunted him down. He eventually embraced his wood-creature breed and learned how to hone his hunting and tracking, making a name for himself. He was eventually won over by one small city for he was the bringer of food and pelts, something the people desperately needed.

To this day, Saith hasn't seen his parents since that day he left. He hasn't even thought about them. To him, they were dead the moment they created him. He's a monster of their races, a half-breed. Neither elf nor drow could love him for he was what the other hated. Isolation was his only true friend.
WEAPONS:
A crossbow and a quiver full of hand-crafted arrows. He also carries some throwing knives on his person as well as a lasso.
POWERS: True Sight, or the ability to never be clouded by illusions or magic. Until the day he dies, Saith's eyes shall not be blinded or tricked. This "power" also gives him the accuracy and aim he has. When True Sight is active, his eyes glow an eerie red.
ABILITIES/SKILLS:
Beside hunting and tracking, Saith is an excellent woodcarver. To pair nicely with that, the Drow knows how to sew and trap, skills that prove useful daily. His knowledge of herbs, roots, and berries is also top-notch. The elven man can also speak multiple languages, allowing him to communicate with over ten different nations.
WEAKNESSES/FLAWS:
Being a Drow, Saith is immune to magic. Granted, this doesn't make him invincible to physical attacks. In fact, he's actually pretty vulnerable to them. Hand to hand combat is not his thing. He's nimble and fast, able to climb high and jump far, but he cannot lift heavy things. He has to rely on his arrow's speed to do any damage. His fists are rather useless. In all honesty, he looks stronger than he really is.
OTHER:
Saith is known for his excellent trades at the local market. He's many friends there and has no issues trading his supplies. He has a soft spot for strawberries and will do just about anything to get his hands on them.

The Knight, Kev



A. Kevlar Bael
Human
Twenty-seven
Five-foot eleven
Raven with teal eyes
Lawful Neutral/Good

PERSONALITY:
Kev is such a kind man. Soft, sweet, sincere. He's genuine and friendly, easily winning everyone over by his velvet voice and gentle laugh. He's brave and loyal, never faltering under pressure. He's the kind of man who would lay down his life for someone. He truly is in even sense of the world, a chivalrous knight, even despite the stern look that is often worn on his face. At first glance, one might call him sturdy and threatening, but upon discovering his softer side, most would claim he would never hurt a fly.
HISTORY:
The Bael lineage has always had soldiers, that was until Kev arrived. He was the first of his family to move from the role of soldier to that of a knight, and a special one at that. He was tasked with protecting a very special woman, a High Priestess. However, she was at a ripe old age and lived for only five years after Kev's assignment to her. Freshly out of a job, the young knight decided to visit the High Priestess of the Sun. Familiar with priestess, Kev knew the role would be similar to his old role. Upon showing up to the kingdom, the man was given more than he could bargain for, a journey of a lifetime with none other than the lovely Sun Priestess herself.
WEAPONS:
Be on the look out for his spear. He's not your typical knight welding a sword, no, that's too cliche. He would rather charge into battle with his mighty spear. It's long, allowing him to attack foes without having them get too close. He can also throw it through the air and impale someone. It's also handy in that he can shove it onto the ground and use it like a stripper pole, allowing him to kick his feet around and kick enemies square in the jaw.
POWERS:
Powers? Why, he's just a simple human. He has no powers!
ABILITIES/SKILLS:
Kev is an excellent warrior after having trained for this position his whole life. His use of his spear is peerless, as none can match his wit nor strength with it. Furthermore, Kev has excelled so that his hand-to-hand combat is also top-notch. Cooking and cleaning are just too more traits of his that he's perfected. Although odd for a male to know, the ladies seem to swoon over those finer talents of his. As a final key skill of his, Kev knows how to mount and ride a horse into battle. His trusty hooved companion is Ruine.
WEAKNESSES/FLAWS:
Being too nice and humble. Kev is also very trusting, believing that all are good until proven evil.



The Criminal, Cain



Cain Lawrence Vaal
Cursed Hume Kotodama User
Twenty-three
Five-foot five
Pale pink hair with green orbs
Chaotic/True Neutral

PERSONALITY:
Call him short, I dare you. If you do, he'll only grin from ear to ear. Most think being that tiny is a bad thing. But Cain? Oh, he embraces it and actually does everything he can to not grow. He actually went so far as to wrap his feet to prevent them from getting too large. He likes to boast that he will never have back problems and never has to worry about carrying people. I mean, who would ask a shorty to carry you through the woods? No.

As you're probably starting to notice, Cain is smart, unbelievably smart. The guy has an answer for everything and those answers usually sound better than expected. For example, someone asked him while watermelons are red on the inside. He explained with, "It was a ploy to scare you away. You see, the melon didn't want to be eaten. Most of life we're told to avoid red because it's poisonous. The melon learned this from the poison berries and changed his color so that we would never eat him again. Sadly, he forgot to change his outside so we knew right away it was him and to this day, we eat him with a smile on our face."

Cain is a cheeky fellow, despite the plain expression that's on his face. He looks miserable, but he's not. He just can't help but scowl and look intimidating. He's really not though. Ever hear him talk? He sounds like one of those teen boy bands. But don't let his childish appearance, behavior, and sound fool you. No, no, Cain is strong, stronger than most. He's skilled in martial arts and can easily lift 200-pounds, and then some! He's not a wimp and he's not a coward. He's capable and handy. He pushes himself and he does so in a way that makes him shine. Flamboyant much, of course, that's Cain.
HISTORY:
Can read about it here.
WEAPONS:
No physical weapons are needed as he can manipulate space and make them appear before him whenever he wants. He usually summons a large hammer or road sign. He finds it find to beat someone to death with a yield sign. He also enjoys summoning the occasional fart gun and pizza cutter. As you can imagine, he's a weird kid.
POWERS:
As a Kotodama User, he has the ability to conjure objects by simply speaking their name. Granted, sometimes a more in-depth description is needed. One cannot simply say, "Hoe" as you could get a girl or a gardening tool. A "gun" doesn't mean it'll be real as it could be fake. Specifics are needed to obtain the desired results.
ABILITIES/SKILLS:
Being a shorty has its perks. Gravity doesn't hurt when you fall and you don't have a lot of surface air for the elements to attack. He's swift, hides easily, and can buy cheaper clothing. Why pay a pretty penny when you can still fit in children's clothing. Those shirts are so much cheaper and (not to mention) cuter, but that's beside the point. Cain was born with a wild imagination, which pairs nicely with his powers.
WEAKNESSES/FLAWS:
Sweets. Oh the lure of sweets is his utter demise. It's a good thing his metabolism is flawless or else he would be a three-hundred pound beast with a chocolate covered face. With regard to "legit" weaknesses, Cain had to be careful with his Kotodama uses. The more times he uses it without re-cooperating, the more strain his body endures. One might say, "That's no big deal and everyone has that weakness." Only, in Cain's case, it's different. You see, the more he uses the Kotodama, the more his body gets shocked. Yes, shocked. As in, zappy-zappy. As a trade-off for such a limitless power, Cain has to endure electrical shocks. The stronger and more complex the summoning, the stronger the intensity of the jolt of electricity. According to his records, he actually shocked himself to death. Thankfully, that same shock that killed him also saved him. In addition to his near-death experience, Cain has been hospitalized over thirty seven times for frying himself.

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Old 01-10-2014, 06:18 PM

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Old 01-12-2014, 09:18 PM

Some days, things go wrong no matter how hard you try.

Some people don't know meaning of giving up.
For Marwolaeth, second statement always applied, but the first... It was rare that she would not succeed at what she had planned. It wasn't because she was particularly lucky and everything simply worked out for her. In fact, she often disregarded luck as a whole, figuring it was one thing that avoided her since childhood. And that left her with these means to obtain victory: planning ahead, keeping cool head, determination and not passing up an opportunity.

However, none of that had worked tonight. And it had been going so well at first, too! Young woman sighed and took another sip from goblet. The wine was decent, better than one would expect from small town inn. Then again, it was largest town nearby and the road to Circle of Temples led right through here. It was only small compared to big cities like Capital, too. That's why the inn was open all night long, too, giving her chance to sit at the corner table here at 4am. Soon, people would stir in their beds and prepare for new work day, not long after scent of fresh baked bread would fill the street...

But for now, it was still quiet. It was just her and few other patrons scattered through the room and grumpy looking man behind the counter, surely wishing the innkeeper would do like most others and close the place down at midnight or perhaps 2am as latest. Laeth could bet that he didn't hate it as much when he received pay, though. He was the type who tore the best out of most situations, especially motivated by greed.

All of this information she took in vaguely, her mind more focused on replaying tonight's events. Not only had the Orb been snatched away from under her nose, by some kind of freakish thing that wasn't strongly affected by her powers and had horns coming out of its shoulders (or at least, that's what the silhouette looked like in the window arch as the actual thief fled), but someone else had seen her. And not just some dumb guard, either - most of those were laying on floor, fainted.

Something had went wrong in her calculations - High Priestess was not supposed to be at the Temple that night. She had already been fleeing (or rather, planning to chase the other thief), as sudden blast of light nearly blinded her and momentarily shattered shadow spell on her cape. Spinning around, Laeth had faced a tall and absolutely furious elf. Her face was not twisted in anger, but the energy seeped off of her in soft glow. "Surrender and give me back the Orb of Sun - you shall be treated with mercy," elf had said, but Marwolaeth was already running - there was no point in trying to explain she didn't have it. Side-leap saved her from getting hit by another energy ball and the cape merged with shadows. Moments later, she was over the balcony, tumbling down the hill. As if everything else wasn't bad enough, she had torn up her favorite 'work' outfit doing that, too!

And now she was here, brooding and drinking mediocre quality wine, probably framed for crime she actually didn't commit (well, beside the weird looking goblet she snatched up as consolation prize for breaking into Temple's vaults). The final thought made a small laughter tickle her throat. Well, if she was already faulted for that, why wouldn't she make it true? Just because that thing had stolen the Orb, didn't mean it would get to keep it. In fact, Marwolaeth's pride required and urged her to obtain the Orb from thief even more than the actual wish to possess the powerful item which was great, too. Soon, she'd get on her feet, steal a horse and be on her way. But not before she finished the wine. Half an hour would not change much in already known outcome.




Wind whistled around her as the horse carried her deeper and deeper into the night. She could hear hoof thudding of five more horses behind her - guards that were part of her search group. Others were looking for any tracks or signs of the thief in the woods, around the base of cliff. Lacrimae was sure that they would find nothing of importance, though. Someone who would sneak in the Sun Temple was very confident of their abilities - and not without a reason. They would go where most would not think to look because thieves should be hiding, not strutting right under everyone's noses.

So, they were heading for the city. At first, they would start the search quietly, to not attract too much attention and perhaps catch thief celebrating her victory in one of the inns. Elf's jaw clenched at the thought. Two of the most precious items held at the Temple had been snatched right under her nose, she had failed just as much as the incompetent guards that were lulled in sense of security after years of peace. And if she berated the guards, then she had to do the same with herself. Even more - they had not even see the intruder, whereas she had let thief slip through her fingers.

But she would make amends, she would regain the items. Most likely the one that now held Orb of Sun and Ethereal Goblet had also stolen Orb of Moon. After all, reason why Mae had rushed to Circle of Temples before planned time was to help fellow High Priestess catch the thief that few nights ago had taken so called Moon's Tear... Only to catch a glimpse of culprit at her own temple. The news of missing item(s) had not been spread yet, so there would not be panic among nations, but they would not manage to hide it for too long, even if they got the items back tonight. A guard's tongue would slip here or there when people began speculating about this night's ride. However, if the items were already regained by then, it would only brighten priestesses' reputation - their quick actions would have stopped disaster at its roots.

Lights of city's border came closer and closer, Mae let the horse slow down and sat more upright. "Halt, who goes there?" guard called out, raising a torch higher. "I, Lacrimae Heliandum, Bringer of Light, need to enter cities with my guards on business for the Temple," she spoke, voice steady and authoritative, eyes looking as intensely bright and blue in flickering light as in daylight. "My lady... Of course," guard stepped back. She saw how his thoughts already spun trying to guess reasons behind this. "Before we go, please notify all guards to inform me if they have seen a young woman with dark cape entering the city or wandering streets tonight," she told him and although she had said it as polite request, it could have as well been a command.

"As you wish, my lady," he nodded and the horses rode into the city, soon splitting up in groups of two. Lacrimae and the guard that stayed with her moved towards one of the inns that remained open all night. In twenty minutes, maybe less, they would arrive.
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Old 01-13-2014, 04:06 PM

Most the morning was spent slipping through the trees and gathering up enough meat to trade at the market. Most of his traps had snagged a rabbit and two had taken squirrels. His arrows found their place in the eye socket of two deer today and what looked like two fat groundhogs. Often doing the cleaning himself for he liked to trade the liver, heart, and gizzards to more promising patrons, the dark skinned male spent his afternoon doing as such. Once each of the animals was skinned, he draped the pelts in a nearby tree, allowing each to sunbath and dry the blood. There was no point in moving, so he hunkered down into the crest of a tree and took himself a light little nap. The afternoon's sun ever so gently tickled at his skin and only once did he have to shift to remove the bright light from his eyes.

An hour or so had passed, leaving just enough time to make it back to the city and begin his exchanges for the day. Sure enough, the market was alive with traders. The large town had some excellent hunters, but none could compare to the elven man whose bow and arrows never missed. Dropping his catches on the proper table, he grinned up at the three hefty fellows who sauntered on up to him.

"Saith, my boy, what've you go me t'day?" H is thick beard marred his speech, but that gleaming glint in his eye showed his true excitement in the man's catch. "Have you gathered an'thing for me lovely wife?" His wife was born and raised in nobility. For some odd reason, she fell in love with this man, a wood cutter, who could barely afford to buy her silver. Still, the jolly man found pleasure in trading strawberries for liver. "I've got two full baskets of them strawberries you like so much," he offered, knowing Saith would accept, and graciously at that.

With a happy nod, he tossed at the man his desired prizes. "You've been too kind to me, Garf, take these two rodents and cook them up nicely for your wife. I think she'll enjoy the taste." Garf practically burst into tears at the overly kind gesture. Tipping Saith some mint leaves, he scurried away with his trades, knowing just what to prepare for his wife tonight.

The other two fellows waited patiently after Garf left before making their propositions. "Millard here tells me you sell pelts. Is this true?" This man was new to him. He looked about five-foot even, easily mimicking a dwarf of sorts. Leaning forward into his table, Saith drew forth a cocky grin. "I shoot through the eye, doing my best not to damage the fur," he boasted. "What've you for me?"

"I hear you use a bow. I have some fine strings I wish to trade with you." He pulled them out and let them shimmer in the dimlit market. "I received these as a gift from a king many nations from our own. My son died in battle and he, feeling sorry for me as I only had one child, offered me these strings. Sadly, I'm blind in one eye so I can no longer hunt. I hear, though, that these strings will never snap. They are dense and sturdy, too."

Saith's hands played with the strings and instantly fell in love with the touch and texture. They would surely silence his already lethal weapon more so than ever. Rising, he stuck out his hand and made a deal with the guy, giving him all of the pelts for the five strings he had. Placing the strings in his satchel, he turned his attention to the last man, Millard.

"One deer or two?" His blue orbs met Millard's brown pair.

"Two." Coins slid across the table, alongside a bag of smokey venison.

It took a bit longer to polish off the rest of his goods, but Saith felt good about today's trades. In the end, he had enough smoked meat to last him a month. He also had mint leaves, which were tasty to chew on to trick the stomach into thinking it was full. The new strings for his bow were in his pocket. He had two baskets of strawberries, one of which he was already halfway through. Saith also received a small wooden instrument that played a lovely tune, one that he would have to master in his free time. The last trade he made involved more coins and some carrots. The carrots would last a while so he could munch on them throughout the week.

Done with his trading, the black skinned man began to rise, but found himself being pushed down by a pair of sturdy, heavy hands. His blue eyes looked up in alarm, noticing that a brute was easily double (maybe triple) his size. Saith didn't let this bother him though. Crossing his arms over his chest, he scoffed. "I haven't seen your face around here before, mister." His orbs flickered red for a second, often doing the trick in scaring off foes. Sadly, this guy didn't seem phased as his hands gripped Saith's neck and shoved him into a wall. "I take it you're not a Drow fan," he mused. Swatting the man away, Saith stood on his own now and looked smugly into his attacker's eyes. "I hate them, too. Drow or Elf, both annoy me. Before you assume something about a man by looking at the color of his skin, think again. Not all Drow are created equal."

The marketplace was silent, listening and watching the exchange between Saith and the man. Everyone was on Saith's side, it was pretty obvious. "I suggest you leave and don't bother coming back. You're not welcome here," a woman's voice spoke up. Her name was Violet Prim; she was the owner of the marketplace. The cock of a gun followed. "I said, get out." She didn't have to fire, as the man took her warning and scampered off. As he was leaving, Violet moved closer to Saith. "Handsome, you ought to be more careful. You might soil that pretty face of yours. Wouldn't want that happening, now would we?"

A look of annoyance flashed through Saith's eyes. He hated being calling handsome, let alone pretty. But, Violet was the boss and she allowed him to trade here, so he didn't protest or attack. Instead, he simply nodded. "I suppose not." A coin was flipped her way as thanks for having his hide.

Just like that, he left the market and found himself standing in the dark. Night was long upon them, which meant he had wasted more hours in the market than expected. Cursing himself for losing track of time, he sauntered into a nearby inn with the hopes of filling his belly with liquor and food for the night before returning to the forest to sleep in a tree.

The place was pretty empty, housing no one out of the ordinary, or so it appeared on first glance. However, as he approached the bar, he spied something unusual out of the corner of his eye. A lonely woman. Narrowing his blue orbs, he wondered, "What is she doing here... all alone." Saith smelled trouble, but he also smelled action, both of which he wasn't afraid of. Sipping his drink, he eyed her a moment longer before smirking just enough for her to see.

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Old 01-13-2014, 05:31 PM

She glanced at the opening doors, out of habit more than interest who would enter the inn at such an early hour - perhaps a guard fresh off his shift or a drunkard coming for first early fill - but the sight was intriguing enough to keep Marwolaeth's gaze. A drow, hm? She knew a bunch, but all of them scuttled about their dirty business underground, spewing hateful nonsense and trying to trick others on every corner. So, this one was of different type, or liked to pretend to be, if no one threw him out of city.

Carefully, woman valued him. He had bunch of packages, so he must either be travelling through, back from or to Circle of Temples, or live somewhere nearby and come trading. And he must have felt her stare, turning around and giving her a similar valuing look. Their eyes met for a moment, hers clear of any bias towards his race that could be expected from someone looking so intently. In Laeth's opinion, everyone were equally bastardy, no matter the origin.

He smirked at her and Marwo narrowed eyes, "now, what are we so smug about, hm?" To say that she was in irritable mood that night would be an understatement and this just might have become a great chance to vent, one way or another. She gulped down last bit of wine and moved over to the bar, sitting down and pushing goblet and a coin towards the bartender: "Refill, and with something better this time, if there's anything of quality in this 'grand establishment'. I'll add another coin, if it satisfies me." In truth, she wasn't so interested in the drink, not really planning to finish it, but predictably, it would grate on the man's nerves while the shine of coin would make him comply. He grabbed money and goblet, then scurried off to kitchen and wine cellar.

Then, she idly turned her head towards the drow and first thing that really 'hit' her was scent of strawberries. Next was that he had blue eyes, quite unlike all other dark elves she had seen, but it fell to second place on importance scale. Strawberries! It had been a while since she had had them and, honestly, until this moment, Laeth hadn't even realized how much she wanted some. But it was not unlike her to be struck by sudden desires and urges.

She shifted slightly in the seat, adjusting bag in her lap and toyed with her coin purse at belt under cloak, green eyes gaining a mischievous glint as if she was considering something a lot more interesting than obtaining few berries. "Would you be willing to share that berry bounty with a lady?" the woman inquired with a slight grin. If he hesitated or showed any signs of refusal, she continued smoothly before the man even managed to voice it: "For some coins."

Meanwhile, her mind already spun how he might come to use for her otherwise. Some information, perhaps? Surely, someone would have seen that strange creature that had bested her, even if temporarily. Meanwhile, two riders came closer and closer to the inn and plotting would come to halt as peace shattered...

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Old 01-13-2014, 09:31 PM

Sure enough, the woman in the bar was easy to manipulate. She came to him within moments of their first initial contact. She played it off as if she was getting a drink, but the drow knew better. He was smarter than that and far more cunning than any mere human. It came with the territory, his race. Well, half his race. Saith was born half-drow, half-elf. He had the blue eyes of his elven father and his tall build, too. His skin, hair, and personality mimicked that of his dark mother. She was one hell of a drow, too. Some might even go so far as to call her a witch or demon for she was bitter and wicked beyond belief. And yet she fell for a humble and respectable elf. It made no sense. It actually sickened him. How could one of darkness marry and bed with one of light. Shaking off the thoughts, his gaze shifted to her the instant she took to talking to him. There was really no point in being rude, he figured. Only, when she mentioned his strawberries, yes his strawberries, he was about ready to pick up his pieces and head for the door. Nothing was more precious to him than these sweet berries. Even the lure of coins didn't catch his interest. What was a drow to do with those anyway? Buy something? No, he was a woodland creature. He made and hunted what he needed. Coin was heavy and weighed you down. It jiggled too, which ruined his stealth in the black of the forest. Still, he would be rude to not share. She had a secret and he needed to know what it was.

"Keep your coin," he chided, "but spill your business and I'll let you have some of my bounty." A woman wouldn't enter an inn alone and, if she did, she certainly wouldn't stay up this late. Not to mention, her golden goblet looked too fancy to belong in this town. She smelled of trouble. Even the gleam in her eyes hinted that her mind was plotting something. But what? What was she plotting? That was what Saith wanted. He needed the adventure. He needed the danger.

His hand dipped into his satchel to pull forth four large berries. They were vividly red and their golden seeds were polished to perfection. Rocking them toward her, he fetched four more. These four were for Saith and he happily indulged in them. Halfway through a berry, his blue orbs jumped to her. "Don't bother lying either. I'm a drow, I know the game of deception all too well." It was just a precaution. Far too many people lied to him and he always caught them. Something about the way they spoke and looked was a dead giveaway. Saith was trained in the art of lying (the one thing he thanked his mother for) so he could catch a liar when he saw one. Drawing back a smile, he pulled his mug full of mead to his lips and gave a good tilt back to finish its contents. In doing so, his fringe swayed backwards past his long, pointed ears. His hair was cut oddly short for someone of his kind, another indicator that he rebelled against his kin. Saith's hair was probably three inches long in the back, spiked and curled upward to give him a punk-ish look.

Placing the glass back on the counter, he spun it away to have it refilled. In the small gesture, the cloak that cover his back, dropped onto the floor. Instantly covered in cobwebs and dust, the thing unveiled what was on his back -- a quiver of arrows and a belt full of sharp blades. Dangling off the stool, something strapped to his hips in leather also became visible. Looking further at the sheath, a collapsible bow could be seen.

Someone in the inn stirred. Probably alarmed by the drow's sudden display of weapons. A smirk crossed his lips again. The bartender was approaching, empty handed. He was going to be kicked out. Only, before that happened, he reached for the woman at his side and pushed her into the kitchen. In that same mad rush, he swooped down to grab his cloak, something he might need later. Shoving her through the kitchen, he whirled around to raise an arrow to his now drawn bow. Sending it flying toward the front door of the keep, he laughed, "Oh mistress, what fun have you gotten yourself into tonight?" The arrow parted a sea of guards who rushed the inn, lucky to miss all of them. To their dismay, though, Mae and her drow hunter were already scaling the walls of the city and moving toward the cover of the forest. It was easy for Saith to scale the walls, but he noticed that Mae was having a bit harder of a time. Lending her a hand, he pulled her up with ease. Now, atop the wall, the two looked down at the inn that was ablaze with commotion and chatter. That familiar smirk surfaced again. Tonight was going to be fun.

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Old 01-14-2014, 02:46 AM

She saw how he thought she'd fallen right into his little trap and smirked. Who would end up the one ensnared was still unknown, but Laeth's rather natural confidence refused to accept it could be her. She had been in the game of deception for a long time and this was a child's play she jumped in being annoyed at life as she was. Could this drow truly surprise her? Little chance, but you never really know until you give someone a chance.

At his words, her dark lips spread in nearly predator-like grin, giving the beautiful, but strange face another notch of eeriness. "Now, now, why take all the fun away? Reality can be so boring, don't you know?" she laughed softly, eyes fixed on the berries. He wanted to know what she was up to? Nosy little drow, but then again, who with working brains and set of eyes wouldn't be. "My wish is just to have a little bit of excitement, a little bit of fun... Figured, something ought to be going on, with all those temples nearby." It was not a lie, too. Maybe a half-truth, or rather the underlying motive of all her actions.

Marwo snatched one of the berries out of his palm and bit into it with delight. Moments later, bartender returned with goblet and set it down in front of her. She could feel how he looked the pair over, obviously thinking about one of the unwritten inn laws: the two weirdest patrons always gravitated together... Which led to another rule: they always ended up causing trouble. The wine was of little importance to her now, berries and conversation partner. "Don't you agree that's a fine little goal, Blue Eyes?" she inquired, nickname not said in tone one could take as compliment or 'hitting on', more like pointing out the obvious and annoying.

In that moment, one little movement started a chain of events, similar to small snowball rolling down the hill and turning into dangerous mass, crushing most that was unlucky to be in its way. First, his cloak fell and bartender reacted, then the drow jumped up and pushed at her, right as doors opened and first guard entered inn: "She's here! Milady, guards!" They didn't want to stick around until 'milady' arrived, Laeth knew that.

The woman snatched the goblet, wine unceremoniously dumped on floor, and her bag, then allowed to be moved into the kitchen. Her hands worked the item into her bag, so she'd not accidentally drop and lose it, as she followed Blue Eyes. At the wall, she cursed under her breath, but not short after, with a bit of drow's help, she found herself on top of it. "Sometimes, a lady just has to go and stir up some excitement herself, if no one else has bothered to," she commented cheekily and then suddenly ducked, as a all-too-familiar ball of energy flew towards the pair.

Without other sound, Marwo turned and began to dash down the wall, closer to forest's edge, followed by another energy ball coming in closer with each step. As soon as the wall lowered, she leaped off, landing rather well, and the orb of light crashed in one of the buildings. "By the black blood!" she cursed under her breath, glancing behind half to see if Blue Eyes was nearby, half to see if guards or that priestess wasn't following.

Since the chasers were not in immediate sight, she took the chance and ran for the forest, shadows swirling around her, then swallowing her in attempt to hide, but the fast movement kept disrupting the spell. By now, guards were already at the wall, some scrambling over it, but the ones on horses were at the gates and heading right in this direction. Even worse, priestess was leading them and approaching fast. It wasn't too cheering to remember now that the High Priestess of Sun was renowned rider and skilled fighter because of some kind of title she had gained.

But Laeth managed to reach to cover of trees before any of them caught sight of her. Now, she had to figure which side of the town she was - the one in mainland's side or Temple's side. If latter, she was in trap, it would be hard to get out to mainland without passing through the city or jumping into the sea. Still, she had gotten herself out of bigger trouble and if the Blue Eyes wouldn't throw her for the 'dogs', it could still work out well.

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Old 01-14-2014, 04:45 PM

With the mysterious woman who had attracted the attention of the guards out of his hair, Saith took the opportunity to see just who was pursuing them, and how many. Perched high up in a tree, the dark skinned man watched as the guards rushed past his location. There were about five of them, some clad in royal armor and others wearing nothing too knightly. It was so funny to watch them, though. They were completely oblivious to the fact that someone might be up in a tree spying on them. It actually made Saith question their competence. They were just rushing fools, clearly hellbent on finding someone out of luck rather than wit. Finding it odd that men would randomly team up to chase a woman, Saith decided a key player must have been missing. Sure enough, a woman and four more men were moving at a bit slower pace. They still weren't sweeping high enough to notice them, though. Seriously, they called themselves guards? Where they really capable of protecting -- his eyes caught a glimpse of her. Nope, her face didn't register. In his mind, she was just some noble woman who fell victim to a robbery. Poor lass, she was pretty, but clearly had no brains about her. After all, it didn't require a smart woman to scrounge up some poorly trained men. All she needed to do was flit her lashes and they would break and bend to her every command.

The thought sickened him so he decided it was time to press on.

He figured it was time to return to his naughty mistress from the inn. Grazing across the top of the trees with speed was easy for him. He had been running like this his whole life. No pine, no oak, no willow was too much for him. Bounding from one branch to another, he began to see the predicament the dark woman was in. From way up here, he could scout out her roots and determine her demise. Even her shadows and thick of the woods couldn't save her. All the guards had to do was burn it all down. She would be trapped, just like a cornered rabbit.

Swooping from the canopy, he landed silently before her. Raising a hand, he pulled off his hood, making sure she knew just who he was. He didn't want her to do something stupid like lunge at him or try to kill him. It just wouldn't be fun. Besides, red wasn't really his color.

"Fancy meeting you here," he taunted. The odds of her thinking she could escape him weren't stacked in her favor. If she were elf or drow, she might have been able to evade him, but she didn't appear to be either. Still, there was something off putting about her.

"What's your plan now?" He was dying to know. Although, honestly, he was itching to get his hands on her golden goblet. Those guards seemed important, almost royal in nature. If she stole from a king or queen, well, he would earn all the respect in the world if he returned such a prized item. Respect wasn't what he wanted though. No, Saith didn't care about that. He simply wanted to be left alone and a title of prestige tended to do the trick, or so he believed.

"Ah, ah, ah," he wagged his finger at her, "I wouldn't go that way. Pack of ravenous wild cats over there. And if you head that way, you'll face the sea." His arms cross below his chin. "What's a miss to do in such a sticky situation?" He clearly had a plan, why else would he toy with her like that. But what was his plan? It wasn't clear on his face and he made no gestures to hint one way or another. "By the way, it looks like you've got some angry miss on your tail with, oh... at least nine guards. Probably more if the town's men decide to join the hunt." Shifting backwards, he moved up a level so he was now perched on a low hanging branch. Crouching down so he didn't completely tower over her, he sized her up one last time before speaking.

"What's a naughty little miss like you to do, huh?" Head cocking to the side, he grinned.

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Old 01-14-2014, 06:51 PM

Marwo heard soft rustling above her head and drew knives, reacting more sharply and quickly than any human would have. Her pose relaxed when he threw off hood, but although she didn't look hostile anymore, she would be able to defend or attack any moment. Then again, she didn't need any weapon to go into offensive which Blue Eyes didn't know. On top of that, the men (and priestess) after her couldn't know that she was not a scared measly thief chased into a trap, either, so there were still more than one unexpected points she could score against any side.

Yes, she considered drow a potential enemy. If she knew people at all, then he was in this for more than just some fun and adventure. Besides, the woman had learned to always keep in mind what she'd do if she was in the other person's shoes. That's right - betray, grab the bag (the way his eyes lingered at the goblet had not slipped by Laeth's attention) and flee in confusion before someone suspected the items had changed hands.

Still, Blue Eyes didn't have to know she suspected him and she grinned slightly, seemingly not intimidated by the serious situation. "Now, it depends if you'd be willing to help me out for a bit. You wanted to get some excitement, right? If we split the guards up, we could easily overwhelm them... I know I can, at least." She quirked eyebrow as her tone changed slightly, as if in questioning if she had overestimated his abilities to assume he could do the same.

While they exchanged these little pleasantries, voices came closer and a twist to one of her plans came to Marwolaeth's mind and inwardly, she grinned wickedly.




She had trusted her guardsmen to keep on thief's heels while she got to her horse and rallied some more of the town's guards and yet again, they had failed the task entrusted to them. When Lacrimae arrived, few were still indecisively lingering at the edge of the forest. "What are you waiting for? Spread out, search the woods! Chase them towards the edge!" she called to them, also motioning to some the men following her to do the same. At least some of the guards on foot had already headed in, not waiting her orders like sheep. Other of her new 'forces' she told to patrol the border of forest and guard the steeds.

The sneaky woman and her partner couldn't have gotten too far yet, water cutting off most of escape routes. And they'd comb each bush, each tree until they caught the thieves in a circle and pushed towards the cliffs where they would be an easy target for capture. Mae had been trained to fight and ride, but somehow, no one had taught her strategy, but it seemed like best course of action. The forested area wasn't so big that they couldn't turn it into a trap. A thought as radical as burning forest down did not cross her mind, for she instinctively did not wish to harm nature.

Elf did not stay out of the search either, two men following her into the darkness that she shattered with orbs of light. These were not weapons - yet, they only lit their paths until she'd charge them further. Sense of anger and being ashamed gave Mae energy, she felt like a full cup about to overflow and had to remind herself to keep the lid on. This was not yet worth losing her cool and unleashing something too strong. In fact, it only would diminish her image further. She had to be strong, wise and calm - absolutely confident of their success. And in a way, she was, just not as much as she'd like to be...

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Old 01-14-2014, 07:26 PM

"Help you? Why, I don't even know your name nor your intentions," his tongue moved across his polished teeth. "Whose to say you won't kill me and rob me of my strawberries." He was growing fond of teasing this woman. It was fun and dangers. He could almost turn this into a lifestyle, only the voices of nearing guards derailed this idea. Still on his branch, he laughed. "Sorry, but I'm not leaving your side." The irony was forthcoming. He knew better than to split with her. He wanted her goblet and he wasn't about to let it part from him. Why, all he had to do was step away for a moment and she could be gone and the goblet, his ticket to freedom, would be forever lost.

Standing on the branch now, his ears wiggled to and fro. He was getting a reading for the enemy's position. At least two were coming from the right. Sounded like one might be coming from the north. The southern side appeared open, but a snort from a horse made him realize otherwise. Butt resting against the trunk of the tree, he gazed down at the woman. He was half tempted to strike an arrow through her leg, crippling her so the guards could catch her right then and there. He would be deemed a hero in no time.

Another idea came to mind, though. The irony, again, not quite catching up to him.

Scurrying up the tree, he mimicked the priestess' voice. The wind carried it and the fake words of the priestess spread across the forest. "Guards, guards! I've found them!" He made it sound like it was coming from the town. This would draw all the guards back toward the east, toward the village. The southern guard might just miss them, if he went due east. The northern one was just far enough up to completely miss the troublesome duo. It was brilliant, save for the fact that he.

Shit!

Sliding down the tree, Saith landed gracefully where he once stood. Rolling his eyes, he moved back into the trees, this woman wasn't going to flee from him so easily. In fact, that move of hers made him betray her right then and there. In his mind, this was no longer a game, rather a hunt.

"Guards, guards! Head south! She's heading south. After her, quick!" Again, Mae's voice was carried across the trees and rang down to the ears of the guards. Watching from on high, he saw them immediately make a shift south. There was no way Laeth would head north, south was her only escape.

Good, flush her out. I'll be waiting at the only exit she has that won't cost her her life.

Racing above the trees, the drow took in a truly beautiful sunrise. Just as the pinks would start to fade, he would be in position. Flipping from his leafy canopy, the male took up post before the wooden bridge that stood between the woman and her alleged freedom. The bridge was the likely choice for escape. The other options were far too dangerous and full of beasts of unknown lore and nature. She wouldn't want to risk her life with a treasure like that, especially if a greedy winged beast caught whiff of it. No, the bridge as the only logical choice for Laeth so there he waited. Not in the open, though. No, he ducked into a nearby tree and waited to see just who would come crashing through the woods and into his trap.

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Old 01-15-2014, 12:42 PM

So, the bird shows his true colors. Not surprising at all. It was slightly disappointing, though, since he seemed like an amusing person, but that's how life went. Laeth's eyes gleamed in darkness and she smirked, "Your loss, but suit yourself. I'm not going to stick around, though." If he wanted to try and keep up with her, he was welcome to try, but even drow's eyes could see only so much. And even he managed to, he'd get more than he had bargained for. A lot more. She spun around, her fingers sliding into the pouch at her belt and grasping a small stone, a pebble even.

But Blue Eyes had reacted to her exclamation, by... Attempting to sound like a woman and lead the guards in her direction? The way he mutilated priestesses' voice trying to do that made Marwo laugh, but the action on its own angered her and her fingers let the stone go, grabbing a small orb, smaller than marble. Moments later it shattered against his cloak, but it didn't hurt, only the wind picked up suddenly for brief moment. After all, the magic stored in it, wasn't meant for him, but others. While he'd turn around and perhaps aim at her, Laeth was already gone. Her little gifts remained with drow, however, but that he wouldn't find it out until later.

Much to her surprise, the guards actually listened to the parody of female's voice that Blue Eyes had made. It cut off one of her routes, but then again, she wasn't planning to take any safe passage. No, Laeth headed right for the edge of forest, towards the town. Shadows still hid her well enough although dawn was approaching. The woman paused at times, so the guards that rushed towards town would keep ahead most of the time, besides one smaller group that were arguing among themselves, apparently not convinced by command. Those two guards were no match for her and soon, they were laying on the forest floor, at first withering in pain until unconsciousness took them.

Then she changed tactics, speeding up and by guards, only stopping at the last trees. There were only one man at the horses, apparently the other had went back in the forest, most likely heading south, to help 'priestess'. Marwo didn't exit forest's cover immediately, setting her eyes on the lonely guard and minute later, he swayed and fell. Pushing her speed to maximum, she ran for the horses. Few slashes at the ropes and bunch of them were free from ties. She tried approaching one of the most beautiful steeds, but that nearly kicked her in unexpected fury and the woman climbed on the back of another that happened to be nearest. By now, a patrolling guard had noticed something and was running this way, so she moved onto next part - spooking the horses.

It was really too easy, the sense of their blood nearly literally boiling in their bloods, scared and enraged the animals and moments later, they began running or trashing, trying to get rid of manacles. Although her horse was not affected, the anxiety of others wore off to him especially since he had unfamiliar rider and with nervous neigh, he fled. "I promise I won't give it back!" she called over her shoulder to the guards that were now trying to calm their mounts to follow her, but animals didn't let them anywhere near.

Swiftly, she rode towards the next forest massive. No one would find her there - it was thick, filled with good deal of danger and reached far into the mainland and if she kept to the edge, she could easily visit some cities and then return into safety woods provided. Of course, what she called safety could be death for others, but Marwo didn't take refuge there for the first time. To top it all off, priestesses' direct control area ended and she'd be more limited, too. It was as perfect as this wretched world could offer. Only one regret remained - that she didn't get to see how Blue Eyes got caught and most likely killed. If he was spared, then he better hope they never meet again after that lame, but low back-stab with fake voice. It really was too bad she hadn't had more time to leave him with stronger gift...




"Guards, guards! I've found them!" rung through the forest, startling Lacrimae and the two guards. The voice sounded squeaky and slightly broke at the end, but was slightly similar to that of female's. Priestess frowned. Was someone.... trying to imitate her? No one would fall for this, however. It was poorly executed, after all. Or at least she hoped so. Quickly, she tried to figure the reason behind such a ploy. It couldn't be the thief calling, her voice would actually be that of female so it could only be her partner... Was he luring the guards away from crimson-haired woman? Most likely.

Moments later, the fake voice called out again: "Guards, guards! Head south! She's heading south. After her, quick!" After quick visualization, that left only one place that the thief could run towards. Right to safety, too! Elf grit her teeth and began pushing onward in that direction, guards following her closely. "Stupid, incompetent fools... They better pray to Sun Herself to forgive them for their failure if I lose the criminals because of them because I might not be as merciful!" she thought.

Moving through the forest with dawn approaching became easier, at least for her. Woman ducked and moved directions right in time to not run into any branches or trees nearly intuitively, having spent a good deal of time in woods and getting used to the twisted labyrinth, but the men didn't have as easy time, so soon she was ahead of them by good deal. Good thing, too, since she made a lot less noise than them and could slow down to sneaking when the possible destination of robber and her accomplice came close.

And good thing, too, or else she wouldn't have caught something moving and settling down in a tree nearby the bridge. It could be an animal or wind, of course, as the foliage barely moved, but the air was still this morning. No, Mae wasn't going to pass up a chance like this. If she caught something else than expected, she could let it go. Carefully, woman moved even closer, eyes fixed on that tree.

By now, if not earlier, Saith would start to feel the effect of one of Marwolaeth's gifts - his blood seemed to become thicker, moving through his veins slower and strength began to leave him. It got harder to move and suddenly, he had become very aware of the fact world was spinning. So, when his vision was suddenly filled with light, so much of it that it could blind, and he felt pulled, dragged out of the tree, there wasn't much he could do. In fact, sick or not, was there anything he could do at all against this cage of light with no breaks that felt like a sun heated metal?

This mobile box that had ensnared him dropped on ground in front of Mae and her eyes widened. The thing in it didn't look like the thief... or the drow, more like a mix of both, disfigured and wrong. She rose her hand and glow enveloped the form for brief moment. When it cleared out, she saw dark skinned male and internally, let out a frustrating groan. Someone had used illusion magic on him to make him look like the thief, not too strong, so the power of cage had already dispelled part of it and purifying did the rest.

At this moment, the guards finally arrived on scene. "Milady!" one of them gasped out, short of breath. "Go! Search the nearby area!" she ordered them. The one they needed could be nearby, but in truth, Mae doubted it. Even she had fallen for the lure-away trick so masterfully set up by the duo. Most likely, he was supposed to disguise as the woman and get anyone who wasn't heading in the directions set by fake voice away from the thief who could be anywhere now.

Her attention turned to the drow as she came closer to the cage. If he'd try to hit the walls, they would be nearly scorching hot, but the heat that radiated off of it didn't seem to bother her. "Where is the woman? Were you helping her escape now, luring others away? I know you aided her, at the inn. It is a punishable crime, to help a thief, even if you are not one yourself." Her voice was calm, there was no rush anymore - if the other criminal had slipped through her fingers, then she was already far ahead -, but also somehow dominating. "If you lie to me, it will only worsen your sentence and I will know if you do."

Mae wasn't making it up, lying to High Priestess was indeed a crime as well and would not look good in a court. In truth, she had rights to execute him without any additional trial with two witnesses if she found him guilty of stealing from temple's vaults, or helping the one who did. But she wasn't bloodthirsty and he could turn out to be helpful.
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Old 01-15-2014, 02:34 PM

His body was numb and weak, barely able to move gracefully from branch to grass. Instead, he merely fell and became entrapped in some sort of cage. Or at least he realized he was in a cage. How he got there was beyond him. Hell, he wasn't even sure where he was at this point. Since when did the blue skies live below his feet and the green grass over his head. Even rolling over didn't seem to help.

Saith was groggy and had a hard time keeping his eyes open, let alone listen. Heavy lids made it hard to do anything. All he wanted to do was curl up and sleep. Dreaming of strawberries sounded delightful. Almost enjoyable. Anything was better than dealing with his aching headache and the burning sensation that was pressed against his calf. Shifting his leg away from the bars, he felt a bit of relief, but he still was in no state of mind to be interrogated.

The woman from the woods -- who was she again? -- seemed to be babbling on about something. He caught a few words here and there. Crime. You. Lie. Sentence. What crime? Who lied? What sentence was she talking about? Yes, her sentence made no sense, it was choppy and all over the place, but Saith wasn't one to mock someone's education. He was lucky to be home schooled, but not all could afford such luxuries.

His eyes fell back on the woman. Just who was she? Was she a noble? Looking her over, he doubted that. Hell, from her looks she could have been an ordinary woman. Perhaps it was the drunken feeling that overcame him or the hallucinations, but Saith was having a hard time seeing straight. In fact, his vision seemed to be worsening, almost splitting and multiplying.

"Could you five stop moving?" his voice was slippery, stumbling and falling over itself. "Makes it very hard to know who to address." Blinking, he hoped it would at least adjust his sight, but he had no such luck. "Are you... five... triplets... no, quintuplets? They all looked identical with matching sun colored hair. Again, blurred, hazy vision makes a man see things that aren't real. That feeling of double vision was going strong right now, enough to make him see five of the Sun Priestess. His head dropped to the base of his cage and he felt horrible. Whatever he ate or did was really taking its toll on him. And then he remembered, he's a drow.

Blue eyes flashing red, the illusions dropped and everything became clear. His body was purged of all hallucinations, all sickness. Nothing was eating away at him or fogging his mind. Giving his head a good shake, his red orbs fell on the priestess. "Who are you?" Saith looked around at his iron pen. "And why are you trapping me like I'm an animal?" His ruby eyes remained on her, not wavering or taking note of the guards that approached. He wanted answers. Just who was she and why was she here. "Ugh, let me out!" His throat released a growl. "Can't you see I'm busy. That cursed raven from the inn, I need to find her. She has something that doesn't belong to her." Saith's eyes stopped glowing red and became a pair of gorgeous baby blues. There was no need to have this True Sight activated, not anymore.

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Old 01-15-2014, 08:11 PM

Her brows furrowed ever so slightly at the nonsensical gibberish drow was spurting. Was he drunk? He hadn't been drunk hour ago or less, if he was the who had helped the thief back at the inn. She hadn't seen him in person, but the guards and barkeeper had, mentioning that he was a drow. How many dark elves could be wandering this region at the same time? Mae could guess that not many. So, what caused this strange talk? It didn't seem to be a ploy. Perhaps... poison? Had the dark woman back stabbed him? She leaned slightly, trying to see if his pupils were dilated or he was sweating profusely.

That moment, his eyes flashed red and he seemed to recover. And it was true, although still weakened, he saw clearly and blood seemed to flow faster now - the change in his blood began to wear off as Laeth had only put it on him lightly, plus, his ability helped to clear most of what he could feel directly as well. She moved back, right as he began to assault her with questions. Casually, she pushed off a small leaf off of her shoulder while the man spoke.

"We found nothing, milady," guards returned by her side and she nodded to them, her attention focused on trapped person. He had finished asking and looked awfully angry. Last statement again did not make much sense, why would he want to catch her if he helped her escape? Did she not share the bounty with him and indeed betray, so he was out for revenge? But that she'd find out with time.

"I am aware that the woman has stolen something, since the items belong to my temple," she pointed out. "I am Lacrimae Heliandum, High Priestess of Sun and it's very likely you are the man who aided thief escape the inn, therefor you can be considered her accomplice and a criminal. Until proven otherwise, you will remain prisoner." Slight glow appeared within the cage floating and stretching out, then clamping around his wrists and pulling them behind his back where the glow joined, forming handcuffs of sorts and heating up. The energy perhaps would not hold against a powerful struggle, but since it emitted heat that would burn him if came in contact with skin directly and even more if he attempted to drag hands through, they would serve their purpose.

The cage disappeared. As it had already been lowered to ground, drow didn't fall. She informed him calmly: "If you attempt to escape, it will be taken as full admission of guilt so my guards can and will shoot you." If he had any trouble getting up, she helped him and not in unkind manner either as one would expect. His weapons were taken by one of the men. And then they were on their way back - she first in line, then him and at the end, both guards keeping close to the prisoner. Clothes she wore fitted their surroundings, tones of greens and browns with slight floral motive across the chest. It was one of her travelling outfits, having arrived so late at the temple, she didn't have chance to change in one of her regular dresses. This time, it had only been good, too. Both riding and hunting rogue thieves in forest were not so easily done in flowing dresses.

If there was no incident on their way back, soon enough the small group came out of the forest and short while later, reached main group of guards. Horses that still had had manacles when Laeth spooked them had calmed down, but others were missing. Woman slid an expectant gaze over guards and they all looked down at the ground. One of them stepped forward, avoiding to look her in the eyes until she told him to. Met with calm, yet stern blue gaze, he sputtered out the bad news of thief escaping and scaring the mounts. Her jaw clenched.

"Temple guards shall explain their failure later today, after the midday prayer. City guards, return to your post - I will talk with your captain tomorrow," Lacrimae said, her voice ringing out clear and all men from the city hurried to their - or their fellow's steeds - to ride back home, relieved that the storm had not hit them yet, but in dampened spirits for it surely it would not pass.

She turned to one of her personal guards and gestured towards dark elf: "Get this man up on horse." She then realized she had not learned his name yet, quite rude of her, really, but that would be remedied during questioning.
"My lady, we do not... have enough horses anymore," the guard quietly protested, eyeing drow. "Then some of you will have to walk. It seems the exercise would do you all good, perhaps then you will not be as slow during next emergency if it were to come." Her tone accepted no arguing and so, Mae's will was done and soon, group was riding towards town, then through and towards temple, drow's horse ponied by priestess herself.

When they reached temple, a guard took over holding drow's horse while priestess gave few orders - apparently to prepare room for the prisoner. They had no 'actual' cell, but one room where at some point in, the possessed waiting for purifying had been held, had metal bars in windows and heavy doors. That now would become his. Then, all of his belongings were taken, his clothes and boots checked for any concealed weapons or things. If they were found, those also were confiscated.

When he was led in the room, very civilly, no pushing or punches in back unless he tried to be purposely slow, bed was freshly made and smelled like flowers, there was a water pitcher and bowl on small table and even two books. Other than this, there was just one chair for furniture and a screen divider, behind that toilet.

When doors fell shut with thud and lock was turned, the light that held his hands together disappeared, freeing him.

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Old 01-15-2014, 08:51 PM

There was no point in protesting as Saith knew it would only make matters worse. Not to mention, if he stuck around long enough, he might be able to figure out who this girl was. Her title, though semi-impressive sounding, didn't ring a bell to him. But why would it? He was a creature of the darkness. The sun was of no meaning to him. If he were to pick a deity, it would be the moon, but even that was below him. Walking through the woods, Saith tried to figure out what he was a priest of. Clearly, he was the priest of strawberries. The High Strawberry Prince, he titled himself. It was just so foolish that one might believe it because silly titles often were real, or so he had been discovering.

During the forest walk, Saith's ears picked up a few noises here and there. None really seemed all too concerned, but, for the game of it, he decided to call out of the noises. "Bird, left tree. Deer, behind the bush. Two fuc... rabbits. One squirrel. A stray dog with a bum leg." His list went on for the majority of the walk. Every time he called something out, he was right. He found it odd that he was so easily tricked by the black haired thief. He was so good at this, how could he mess up. Clearly, she was clever than he gave her credit for.

Now at the stables, he was assigned a horse. He opened his mouth to protest, he would rather walk, but he didn't seem to have a chance to request otherwise. It was painfully uncomfortable riding the god-awful creature. He had never been fond of them. The entire ride, he sat stiff and still. His lips never flapped and his heart beat seemed to quicken. Beads of sweat found refuge on his brow and his neck and back started growing clammy. Just how much longer did they have to ride this thing.

Saith practically kissed the ground when the horse was taken away. A tear of happiness slid down his cheek. Perhaps the gods were finally going to be nice to him, he mused. Oh how he missed the feeling of the grass and dirt between his toes. Well, under his boots. He was far happier now, almost ready to talk again. But again, he was shuffled off. This time he was stripped and left completely naked while butlers and guards inspected his clothing. "Left boot. Press the seal on the back and it'll open up a compartment with a smoke bomb. Right boot does the same thing, but it's seven poison darts." He tried to get their attention again by flailing his hands between the cuffs. "Umm, excuse me. Ring on my right index finger. Probably should take that. It's got a blade built into it."

Left alone in the room and now free, Saith shook his head. "Talk about incompetent fools. How did they not think to check those places." He paced back and forth for a bit before tossing on the black dress-like robe that was left on the bed. Weaving a belt threw the proper holes, he looked himself over in the mirror before growling. "Well, I look gay." His hand ran through his white hair. He hoped he would get his actual clothing back soon, but knew it would be a while. They needed to thoroughly inspect it without the Chatty Kathy, Saith.

A sigh pressed past his lips. His attention turning to the door. Someone approached. He began speaking before they even made it into his room. "Am I finally allowed to talk, Miss Fancy Title? You see, had you given me that chance, I would have told you that I was assisting your thief. I was in it to steal that goblet and whatever else she stole. Sadly, she gave me the slip. To think, I was this close to recovering it all... to gaining... freedom." Saith sighed again and moved so that he stood right in front of the door. If the door opened, he wouldn't run. No, he would just stand there, staring down at the Sun Priestess.

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Old 01-16-2014, 03:35 AM

It indeed was not long after that someone approached. There were some word exchange on the other side of door, apparently about if she should go inside alone or not (smile and please solved that), and as such, she probably missed a bit of his speech. When doors opened, elf entered carrying a tray with plate and bowl filled with well cooked food, a medium-sized jug containing some sweet juice and glass . As doors were locked again, she balanced it around him easily and set it down on table, her gaze shooting up to him at the last sentence suddenly, nearly as if she had been stung.

"Freedom? Were you not a free man?" she inquired, sudden surge of emotions that had flashed in her eyes already gone and she decided to stray from freedom theme. "Saith, am I correct? We missed breakfast time, so I brought you some food." Mae's own stomach wouldn't have minded something edible as she simply hadn't had time to eat anything and last meal had now been good 12 hours ago. But she had had washed quickly and changed into fresh clothes - dress in earthy tones, flower motive on the corset, and soft, partially transparent cloth over top of chest, arms. She wanted this conversation to be over with before she got back to her duties so the woman had rushed. If not for her powers, her hair would still be damp.

As it didn't seem he would ask her to sit down, elf moved over to the window, leaning slightly against the wall. She didn't have to wait for his invitation to take seat, of course, but the thought of sitting while he was standing and staring at her wasn't pleasant at all. They had a height difference and although it wasn't huge, it was still noticeable and when the man looked at her like that, it felt much bigger than it was... Lacrimae was used to staring others down, this experience was unpleasant and she found it uncalled for.

"Unfortunately, I do not have a reason to believe you. If you were interested in having the items returned, you would have hindered her escape from the inn and city walls and been properly rewarded. But you did the opposite and even more, you attempted to lure guards away from her tracks poorly imitating my voice." Priestess observed dark elf, his body language and expression while she spoke, but then looked away, looking through the window for a moment. How strange it was to look at the familiar sight of temple's garden through barred window... Her gut clenched as the woman suddenly felt overwhelmed by feeling of being imprisoned herself. Hurriedly, Mae looked back at the actual prisoner.

"Your reputation works in your favor, but that is all that does," she informed him. Turned out that few priestesses and cook recognized Saith. Apparently, not just once she had eaten rabbit that he had hunted down. From them, she had learned his name and that he was lived in the forests, coming to trade furs and game to town, known as reserved but fair trader. "If you planned this out with her, it would benefit your situation if you told me what you know of the woman, what she planned to do with the items... Anything at all." It was asked more out of principle than belief he would say anything and Mae guessed that he was pulled in the crime at last moment, perhaps even as late as at the inn where few coins, promise of shared loot and pair of pretty eyes convinced the man to help. Either way, the thief had been too smart to share any truth with him.

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Old 01-16-2014, 02:41 PM

It was hard being so alone in such a large, broken world. His eyes turned down to the creature at his side. Okay, so he wasn’t completely alone. Fengir was there. It was some sort of fox-tiger. It had large ears and stripes down its rusty-brown fur. The creature easily mimicked the size of a cat but was far more adorable than anything anyone had ever seen. It had large deep orange eyes and a cute black nose. Letting out a yelp, the critter tugged at its master’s leg.

“Yes, Fen, I suppose it’s time we move, again.”

His name was Cain L. Vaal. He was a twenty-three year old orphan who was lost on the banks of Australia. He was there on his own accord, but the loneliness was starting to bother him. Most of his life, Cain was surrounded by family and friends. Now, now that it was all gone, all he could do was drawn forth memories of happier days. Days before the curse. Days before death. Slowly slipping into his memories, he let them flood him one last time before he made his move. He needed to be certain all his loss was for something, for this move….

A child ran around a dock while he mother did he best to catch him. He was slick, easily dodging her flailing arms. A giggle pursued his lips before for large, pale green eyes twinkled before his father’s face. A large hand ruffled the pastel pink hair of the boy, which brought out another giggle.

“Papa! Papa! I caught me firstest fishy!” He flopped the poor being onto the wooden dock. Naturally, his father’s crew did their best to hold back a laugh. Cain was familiar with this action so he instantly pouted, not quite sure what he did wrong. “What I do?” The larger male with bubble-gum colored hair poked at the little nose. “You goof, this isn’t a fish. This is a baby octopus.”

“A what-o-pus?” His eyes widened with awe as he poked the dead, squishy thing. “Papa, can I keep him? Pwease!”

A head shook no. “Sorry, my boy, but you’ve killed this one. We’ll have to toss him back and let the sea use him. Okay?” Reluctantly, the pink-haired boy tossed the deceased monster into the water. The sea lapped it up and dragged it down to the bottom, where crabs and other bottom feeders would enjoy the free meal. Cain waved at it as it floated down and soon stood once it was out of sight. “Papa, mama says, if I’m lucky, I can grow up to run the boat like you!”

“I wouldn’t want you to have this job. It’s too scary. Although,” his hand rubbed the back of his neck, “it is better than the mines.” A cough came next and he did his best to suppress it by whacking his chest with his hand. “How about we go home and eat some of the fish I caught today?”

This was Cain’s life for the past few years. When he was younger, just a baby, his father worked in the coal mines. With the States at war with the world, they needed all the raw materials they could find. Coal was useful as it helped keep things warm and running. His father was a damn good worker too. Thankfully, a storm rolled into the small seaside town and drew forth an urge matter – someone needed to work the fishing boats. No one was better trained or well-suited for the role than Mr. Lawrence Vaal. Eager to leave the mines, he started up a fishing carter and soon had the town thriving with fresh fish and sea-treats. It had probably been about four years like this now. Everything was so peachy-keen that the town forgot all about the war.

That was, until it arrived on their shores.

Lawrence was a native of Australia. He devised a plan to flee from the war-stricken United States and move back to his down under home. He alerted a few of his close friends about this plan and, of course, they graciously accepted the offer. Who would refuse to leave a war-torn nation? Poverty and mayhem crippled America, its only saving grace being the sheer will-power of its troops and citizens. The true patriots were helping America win this war. Too bad this war had no signs of letting up, or even having a winner.

The night before an air raid, the Vaal family and a few others piled into one of the large, ocean-safe ships. If they took one of the smaller boats, they would have capsized in no time. They needed something sturdy that could endure the rolling, crashing waves of the Atlantic Ocean. They would need to sail south and move around the southern tip of Africa. From there, they would sail due east and hit the far western shores of Australia. There, they would take up camp and begin life anew.

God must have been on their side, for that long month or two at sea didn’t destroy them. They survived, everyone one of them. Why, even a new baby was born. Mr. and Mrs. Quinton gave birth to their third kid, which overjoyed them to no end. It was going to be perfect. A new, happier life was what awaited all of them.

Landing on the shores of Australia, the crew moved in-land some and began working on constructing a town. Word soon spread of a small city-state of sorts that was welcome to all. Sure enough, people started visiting and came to live in the small town of Vaal, named after Cain’s family. Cain was probably eight years old at this time and honestly couldn’t be happier. He had everything he could ever dream of. Freedom from the war, happiness from the joy on the faces of others, and love from his family. He beamed from ear-to-ear for the next two years. Then, the morning of his tenth birthday, hell came knocking.

Bombs came raining down. Australia was under attack. Or rather, the planes that flew above it were under attack and Australia was a sitting duck. Everyone began to drop like flies. No one could do anything. Even Lawrence Vaal had a hard time saving his wife. She died a few days later and it destroyed him. He was soon bed ridden and it was discovered that he had the Black Lung. He wouldn’t last much longer. On his dying bed, he told Cain not to give up and to stay strong. He told Cain about a god that might be able to help him. Cain listened intensely and did exactly what his father told him.

Later, he discovered that the god he pleaded to wasn’t one you wanted to mess with. He cursed those who prayed to him with a power so frightening that it always killed its host. Cain was different though. He lost everything so he embraced his power and became the first true Kotodama User.

He moved toward Sydney where he soon became an icon. His powers to summon anything were seen as safety and aid. He could create a shield to stop the rain of bullets. He could create bullets and fight back. People soon rallied behind him and begged for his help. At first, the idea of being wanted moved him. He was twelve at the time and easily manipulated into believing that these people loved him. A year later, he realized they were just using him.

Pissed, he left and found refuge alone. But being alone takes its tolls on you. Playing with his Kotodama, he eventually learned how to create living things. He called forth a girl and a fox-tiger. Although it was hard to keep the Kotodama up so that they wouldn’t vanish, Cain did just as such. He couldn’t lose them. They were his everything. For six solid months, he focused and honed his skills until, one day, Ginny and Fengir became real. They weren’t creations anymore. No, they were flesh and blood, real just like him. He had done it. He had created life. He thought to raise his parents and fallen friends, but soon discovered that his powers had become limited. Apparently, reanimation was against the rules as was bringing into existence real things that weren’t to be real. Ginny and Fengir weren’t to be but they were so Cain counted his blessing and promised to never do such a thing again. Apparently, this pleased his god so he could return to using his powers.

Slowly, bit by bit, children started to follow him. A gang (think children’s mafia) sprung up. They called themselves Cursed Cain’s Crew. These misfits killed, stole, and burned. They did want they needed to survive. It was around his sixteenth birthday that Cain realized he was no longer looking to be a hero, at least in the sense of being a knight. Cain wanted to live to the beat of his own drum and do what he wanted to do. He didn’t care who he hurt, he just wanted to be happy. Happiness for him came in making Ginny laugh. He would steal jewels for her. He would kill men for her. He did everything he could for her.

Too bad she had to go.

The razed world soon caught up to him again. Bullets came from nowhere and started to mow down everyone. Throwing up a shield for him and Ginny, he waited the storm out. Only, when he came to again, he realized Ginny was lying dead at his feet. But how? She was shielded. Pushing the smoke and debris away, he realized that it wasn’t Ginny he thought he shielded, but it was Fengir. Pissed, he nearly kicked the lite from the creature. Only, just a second before its death, he realized it wasn’t Fen’s fault. Fen was running to him with the hopes of shielding its master. It was a reaction dogs have – to go back and defend the one who feeds you.

Cain would spend the next four years wandering Australia with just Fengir at his side. Rarely, they came across someone. Before his twentieth birthday, Cain discovered something so strange that he swore he was hallucinating. Never before had he seen a gray-skinned creature with long ears. It had glowing red eyes and white hair. He spoke, out of fear, and asked what it was. It said it was a drow and it was cast from its home. For two solid years, the boy and drow shared their knowledge of their worlds. The drow eventually passed away, a natural death, leaving Cain alone. The pink-haired boy spent some time working out a plan to find that island and discover what made it a safe-haven for freaks. He, too, was a freak and sought the island out. Perhaps, just maybe, he could call that his one true home.

Coming back to his senses, his bent to scoop up Fen. “I wonder… does war crippled this island like it goes the rest of Earth?” A gleam of darkness swirled in his eyes. “I wonder, just what kind of fun we can have there.”

The sound of lapping water called him down the shores. Fog veiled him as he stepped into his canoe. Paddling with silence, he began his journey to the island. The island was his last hope. It would be his final destination.
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Old 01-16-2014, 04:20 PM

As she spoke to him, Saith could feel himself start to anger. Just who did she think she was! She knew nothing about him, save her prejudice about his kind. It didn’t take long before he began to accost her, making certain that she was fully aware of just who she was talking to.

“Just who do you think you are to judge me? Fancy Title or not, you of all people should not be so quick to fall victim to such biases. I might be drow, but I’m not just drow. I’m elf, just like you. So before you assume I’m all evil and always up to no good, why don’t you ask and get to know me.” His arms crossed over his chest as he glared down at her. “It’s not like I asked to be drow. I want nothing to do with my kind, or even your kind.” He scoffed. “If I had it my way, I would like to be a simple human. Life would be dandy and simple. Not full of prejudice.” Stepping away from her, he moved toward the table that housed his meal. “I’m not a free man. I’m a drow. I’m loathed and feared. When people see me coming, they pull out their pitch forks and fire, trying to lure me away from their beloved families.” Hands balling into a fist, Saith looked over his shoulder at Mae. “I’m not a monster like you all paint me out to me. I’m no dragon.” His lip curled up to show his disgust at the situation. “Tch. Why do I even bother. You don’t care. Why should you, Fancy Title? You have it all. Everything you want. Power and respect. You could never understand what it’s like to be trapped in your own skin, unable to break free of the norms and lore that surrounds you.” His blue orbs showed hints of tears, but none came down his cheeks.

“When I was just a kid, my parents – an elf and a drow – asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. Saying a ‘prince’ would be too cliché and unrealistic so I went with my next dream, a knight.” His body faced her now and his sapphire eyes locked with hers. “The look on their faces when I told them that was enough to crush me. I knew, right then and there that I could and never would be a knight.” His hands tore at his skin. “And all because of this! Since when should the color of one’s skin define them!” His hands moved to his ears and hair. “Since when should looks determine our happiness in life!”

Dropping to the bed, he fell silent for a moment. “I’m not a thief.” Saith’s eyes came back up to her. “And the name is Saith, pronounced like a scythe that you cut the fields with.” His head turned away from her. “And the people of the city know I’m no monster. I’m their hope and salvation, the one that keeps their bellies full during the years of drought and flood.” It was true. During years of bad harvest and poor animal populations, Saith was one of a few who could successful snare animals. He was always careful about his kills, too, aiming for the eye so that the real meat and fur was never damaged.

A shrug came before he kicked back up to his feet and joined her at the window that overlooked the garden. “Feels weird, doesn’t it. Being trapped within your own castle.” His eyes followed a butterfly as it danced before the glass. “Imagine living in this prison the rest of your life. With no means of escaping.” Hands wrapped around the bars, not caring about any magical powers that could be bestowed upon them. “I’m afraid I know nothing more than you about your thief.” His tone had changed. It wasn’t full of wrath or loathing. It was calmer, almost monotone in appearance. “I haven’t a clue what she plans to do with the items… items.” His ears shifted and he moved back from the wall. “So her bag contained more than just your goblet.” Saith’s hands moved to his chin. “Interesting. Would explain why she didn’t put it down.” Blue orbs moved down to meet Mae’s gaze. “Did your missing list of items include some sort of magical weapons?” He could see her confusion. “I’m not one to drop and talk crazy. I don’t hallucinate either. My constitution is beyond compare. But something overcame me. Was there anything you’re missing that would cause me to grow heavy, weak, and impaired?”

Now pacing from her to the door, he tried to wrap his head around the idea. If there wasn’t a weapon that did it, then it had to be a power of the woman. “If it wasn’t something of yours, it’s possible it was her own doing.” Without thinking, he grabbed the priestess and gave her a light shake. “Tell me, do you know any creatures with such dark powers?” The shaking stopped, but his hands remained on her. “She was no elf or drow. Far from human, too.” His grip finally released as he moved to the table again. “Do mages roam the woods here? What about witches?” He was grasping at straws at this point, completely missing what the priestess might have been telling him. That was until he realized he was speaking very much out of line and could probably lose his head because of it. Shutting his trap, he scratched his white hair before taking a seat on the bed. “Sorry,” he offered up, “I just… I just don’t want a person like that roaming the city and the woods. Who knows who she’ll hurt in the process….” His eyes dropped to the floor. Silence overcame him as he worried about the kids of the city. He would hate to see them hurt.
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Old 01-16-2014, 05:57 PM

To say that she hadn't expected outburst would be lying. But Mae had certainly been prepared for just what the dark elf began saying. She wanted to speak to him, assure that he had been mistaken, but decided against it. Before that, she'd let him talk it all out. Maybe he needed it, needed to vent and throw his pain and disappointment at someone. In her life as priestess, she had learned to listen, patiently and with kindness, even if the person was cussing her off the face of Earth or demanding that the temples be destroyed for Gods have abandoned them. Anything they had to say, she'd take it, and it was rare that anyone had anything good to say.

So, she watched him sizzle with thoughtful eyes and only when the first anger foam seemed to have dissipated partially, Mae spoke: "I do not assume you took part in crime because of your skin color. In my life, I have helped those that others would not even look at, I have no reason to blindly hate your race, or as it turns out, heritage from one of your parents. You see, assumptions are a slippery thing and even one who hates them can jump to one." Last part was meant about him, of course. In truth, he had gotten so many things wrong in his speech that regarded her as a person. But those were deeply private things that she wouldn't - couldn't - share with anyone. If she broke down now and told him that she was trapped here, in this 'everything' as he had said, he wouldn't believe. He would laugh and call her spoiled. And that's what she was, wasn't she? Her hand clenched in soft material of her skirt, but then she willed to let it go, allowed apathy to take over.

It wasn't hard, really - this Priestess was tired. For more than 24 hours she was awake and those had not been easy hours, too. Good thing she was fit and healthy, her energy pool also boosted by sun and anger towards the thief. She shifted slightly, so she could look at Saith, now standing at the window. "But the title and position you pointed out, puts certain duties on me. Therefor, I must find out the truth. You were involved in the scene, perhaps I came to wrong conclusion about your reasons, but most - of any race, mind you - would try to trick their way out this situation, even if they were guilty. I could not have let you go, just because you claimed you did nothing wrong."

His musing out loud about being trapped in the castle again stirred emotions and she looked away, staring at stone wall as he continued to speak, suddenly changing the subject back to the thief. No, not even thief, but more about what she had done... to him? At Saith's question she frowned slightly. "There were no magical weapons, although if I am correct that she stole another item from Moon temple, she possesses two incredibly strong magical artifacts and another peculiar item. Luckily, they are nearly impossible to use and no one has done so for millennium. To my knowledge, she wouldn't be able to use them on an instant - it requires special rituals and preparations."

Suddenly, his hands were on her shoulders and he shook her. She paled slightly, sudden flash of memory overcoming her (heavy hands on her, being dragged, hit... tossed, pale sunlight through bars, puddle of blood, begging and whimpering for something without a name in her mind - an end of this all), and drew breath sharply, trying to regain control. Few of Saith's sentences just slipped by her, but then elf composed herself. "There are many with different gifts that roam this area. Most can be used both for good and evil. It's hard to pinpoint her powers by your description and there are countless people with abilities on Isle."

If he'd comment on her sudden paling and what could be taken as display as fear as proof she actually held bias against him, Mae would sharply tell him that world and especially her life didn't revolve around him, cutting the conversation about it off before it even really began. If he didn't bring up, she felt relieved and didn't touch the subject. Either way, she quickly thought over information he had given her and then shook head at his worries. "I do not think she will stay here. All temples and the city has been alerted, another robbery would be too risky and I think she has all she wants. So, people here are safe."

There was a knock on the doors then. "My lady? The midday prayer time approaches. Is the prisoner giving you trouble?" voice called. "Thank you for reminder, Areth, and no, he is not," she replied and then turned to Saith. "I need to go now, but I will return tonight with decision what I shall do with you. Meanwhile, if you could write or sketch a description of this woman, it would be very helpful. Anything - hair, eye color, clothes - it could help me track her down. I will have someone bring you paper and pen." With that, she bid him good day (thinking it was extremely awkward) and left.




As Mae had said, a young priestess brought pen and paper to him and also meal, later in the evening. If he stood at the window, he could perhaps hear chanting and singing in the distance around midday and sunset, but otherwise, all was peaceful and quiet. Beside the locked doors and bars at the window (that didn't seem to have a touch of magic whatsoever), the room could be even considered pleasant.

When sun had set and prayers had ended, Lacrimae moved towards the prisoner's 'cell' once more. All day, she had been praying, thinking and scolding, and felt more tired than in many, many years. But she had come to a decision. Not just one, but the one regarding Saith had been the most thought over one. And elf sincerely hoped that it was correct. If not, she would have a lot to answer for when she came home and it could risk the success of her trip. Still, being the kind of person who doesn't change mind easily, she decided to stick to what seemed the best and take the punches if it went wrong.

She entered the room quietly, remaining at the doors, "I have come to a decision that you will be freed from temple upon my departure in few day's time. Until then, you will not be contained in this room and can roam most of the temple, but are not yet allowed to leave its grounds. This incident will not be mentioned or held against you in any way or form, unless you commit crime therefor casting shadow on your excellent reputation. If that were to happen, court may judge you both for that crime and this episode, if they wish. Other than that, you will be awarded a prize of your choice in value of five hundred gold pieces for your help and support you have given townspeople." It was a large sum, but she found him deserving. He did what she couldn't - provided food for people. Money couldn't buy what simply wasn't in stores, although every year she ordered shipment of food from capital, but Mae knew most of it remained with the rich and already well fed. She had also ordered priestesses to feed anyone who came asking to the temple and visit poor mothers with children, giving them baskets, but most of that was frowned upon by city council as it 'created fake impression the city is in bad state'.

The woman inquired then if he had managed to make any notes about thief. Honestly, she wanted little more than to go and sleep, but maybe there was something important that he had recalled and it was better to know it now than later.
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Old 01-16-2014, 07:05 PM

Saith was lost in drawing that he jumped when Mae came walking into his quarters. Embarrassed, he hid his half-finished drawing. There was no way he wanted to show her that just yet. It needed more work. The hair wasn't quite right. It needed to be darker rather than brighter. Not to mention, it looked a bit too puffed out to be right. Then were was her face. It was hard to really draw someone's face when you only ever saw it in shadows. The inn was poorly lit and the forest was even worse. He couldn't make out the right side of her face whatsoever. He recalled a mask made of lace but he didn't recall seeing an eye. Was there a green orb hiding behind it somewhere. He tried to picture her. He faintly recalled seeing two orbs. The lace must have really hidden it well.

While Mae was gone and Saith was drawing, he was also trying to think just how tall she was. They rarely stood that close and she had on heels. He tried to guess her height without the boot-like things. Given his height of 6-foot 2-inches, he presumed she was maybe 8-inches shorter, give or take an inch. His mind was trying to wrap around her size, too. She was by no means fat, but she wasn't skin and bones either. He was growing frustrated. Why was this drawing not shaping up right.

Then, of course, she returned. Had he really spent all those hours drawing? His blue eyes wandered to his two finished meals. Apparently so. He was dead set on catching this woman so he needed to draw out everything he could remember, even down to her necklace and cup size. He recalled that they were rather large and full. Probably a B or C, he figured more C than B.

Glancing up at his only key out of her, he put down the drawing and the markers he had between his fingers. She had come to a decision. Oh god, she was going to off him, wasn't she?! He knew he should have held his tongue. He always was a rambling fool, especially when his pride was on the line. He sighed, listening for his final death sentence.

When it didn't come, he looked the woman up and done, making sure his eyes weren't playing a trick on him. In fact, he activated True Sight. Again, she was real. The red orbs returned to blue and he sat back in confusion. He was allowed out and to roam around? And, upon her leaving, he could leave too? And he was receiving pay for helping the city out? It was really quite odd. Saith didn't feel like he deserved money and, quite frankly, why did he want it. Even if it was a prize, rather than coin, he couldn't take from this woman. He was so desperately trying to return something to her. Why take something away. It defeated his original purpose.

"I apologize for this unfinished sketch. I'm afraid it's been a while since my hands last had a try at drawing. Hopefully, the notes and picture will suffice, for now." Pushing the picture her way, Saith looked up at the woman, looking for some sort of affirmation that his drawing resembled what she saw the day before. He remanded seated. "Am I allowed to decline your prize, Fancy Title?" A small side grin slid onto his face. "I had hoped to come here to return your stolen goods, not take more items away." His eyes looked toward the door that would allow him to wander as he pleased. "Don't suppose I can get my clothes and gear back. I fear my strawberries will be gone if your guards keep them for much longer, assuming they didn't devour them already."

Saith noticed her try to suppress a yawn. It was around that time that he realized he, too, was tired. Looking to the moonlight that was starting to come into his window, he turned back to Fancy Title. "Where are you going?" He was referring to her comment about departing. "And who are you bringing with you?" Rising, the drow snapped one of the pencils clutched in his hand in half. As the fragments fell to the floor, his head snapped to her. "You do realize, as soon as you leave, I'll come back here and steal everything." His eyes lied. What he was saying was a lie. It became evident the moment a grin crawled onto his slender, dark face. "Guess you'll have to bring me with you." Well-trained eyes glided over to Mae. "I want her caught just as bad as you do, and you know it."

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Old 01-16-2014, 08:57 PM

She saw how light in his eyes diminished at her first words - he wasn't expecting much. And she had to berate herself for that slight rush of power she felt, knowing that she could decide one's fate. Such power was also a responsibility and had to be used at utmost caution, not enjoyed. As Mae finished her 'verdict', she waited for his reaction which apparently was a good deal of disbelief and surprise. Then again, perhaps it really did not make much sense in a larger view, but the woman had not based the decision solely on kindness and sympathy (but they did play a role). She would observe Saith cautiously at least for the first day and see if he attempted to take up any contacts with thief - not that she really still believed he took part in organized robbery, but better safe than sorry.

Elf picked up the drawing, slightly furrowing brow in thought as she tried to recall person on the wall. He seemed to have put a lot of effort and thought in this, far more than she had expected. "Yes, this seems quite accurate. I can work with this. Thank you," she finally concluded and glanced at Saith. He was grinning now, already sapid taste of freedom loosening up the man, as expected. But she understood him very well on emotional level. The little 'nickname' annoyed her slightly, but she was too tired to dispute about it, especially since she wouldn't have to tolerate it for longer time. "I will take you to guard's room where you can reclaim your possessions. You are free to refuse the prize, it shan't be forced on you, however if you chose to accept, be assured it would not cut deeply into temple's funds."

His questions turned towards her journey and Lacrimae's expression fell slightly - there was very little about it that she looked forward to. "I am going after the thief, with my best guard. Rest of searching party will be gathered where we find tracks of her..." her voice trailed off in a soft chuckle, understanding that he was joking about cleaning out the temple, but then woman turned serious again at his statement. Was Saith serious or still joking? Looked serious. She said nothing about it and motioned him to follow her to guard room, mulling over his words. His tracking skills were superior to all that she knew, and even if he HAD worked with thief, that union must have been shattered to million pieces somehow. So, there was a chance she could trust him. But Mae didn't understand his motives - did he still dream of becoming a knight as a reward, if he'd help catch the criminal? And that is exactly what she bluntly asked him as they walked down shadowy corridors (by tradition, only lights kept in temple were in personal rooms, ceremonial pyre and torches at entrance. Rest of temple rested along with Sun and respected Moon's claim over the world): "What do you want in exchange for your services as tracker, if I did take you along? Just the pleasure of getting revenge and soothing ego? Respect? To prove others wrong? I cannot offer you Knighthood, unless you chose to become my personal guard and knight."

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Old 01-16-2014, 09:21 PM

Brilliant! She approved of his drawing, even in its incomplete state. Looking from his handiwork to her, Saith almost felt like he might dip into the art supplies and draw up a picture of the priestess. Then he realized it might come across a bit creepy. Or she could read into it wrong. There was no way in hell he would even think of pursuing that sort of relationship with the woman. He enjoyed his solitude and intended to stay single and alone for the rest of his life.

Understanding her mission, he followed her into the halls and down to the room that held his belongings. Along the way, he made certain he checked her out, making sure that there was nothing about her that would interest him. She was elf. No, he wasn't interested. She was too kind. Another mark against her. She was too...

Straightforward!

How dare she speak like that in the echoing walls of her temple or whatever the hell it was. Saith felt a blush come onto his face and he did his best to avoid looking at her when she spoke to him now. He did not want her to dangle his desire to be a knight over his head. It sucked being in this position and he squirmed uneasily as he tried to wiggle his way off the topic. Sadly, he saw no out and eventually caved to her questioning. If anything, he was curious about that last part, the part about coming a personal guard.

His brow arched as his blue eyes gave her a "are you serious or just plain stupid" look. "I'm thrilled that you would remember my childhood dream, but I'm afraid being a guard, your guard, just won't do." His hand went up to his neck and gave it a good rub. "I absolutely cannot stand elves." He shrugged, seeing no reason to apologize. "Hate drows too. The thought of serving one... well, it just doesn't fancy me." Closing one eye, he used the other to watch her wander about the place. "I personally like the idea of revenge. The tramp ruined my evening. I want her to know what it's like. Had she never stolen your items, I never would have gotten into this miss. Nor would you know my secrets or dreams." A smirk followed. "I suppose revenge seems too drow-ish for me. How about we say, I'm just looking to help you for no other reason than," his lips moved close to her ears, "your guards are imbeciles."

Moving back two steps, he snickered. "Sorry, but your guards are about as useful as a... a square wheel. They just thud and thunk around, doing nothing to aid you. If anything, they just slow you down." His hands waved above his head. "I mean c'mon, aren't guards supposed to be good?"

He really was a chatty fellow. Probably had everything to do with being alone most his life. Mae was probably the first person to really pay him any attention. Even if she didn't want to give him any, she was still there and was polite enough to let him gab away.

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Old 01-16-2014, 10:43 PM

Smirk tugged at her mouth corners, she had caught him off guard. Not that it seemed entirely too hard to do, but it felt fitting that the 'Fancy Title' would get on his nerves, too, not just he on hers. As he spoke further, laughter bubbled in her chest. It must be because she was tired, because normally she wasn't easily amused. Mae wasn't one to wander around in bad mood, but most of time, she was neutral and had to focus on how others felt. But now, she rose hand hiding soft laugh and smile, although of course he would hear it.

"For someone who so passionately spoke about how horrible it is to be judged by skin and race, you surely hold a lot of bias towards others, Saith," she began explaining reason for chuckling. Priestess wasn't offended, no. Her time in temple had not only bleached any prejudices towards others, but also diminished sense of belonging to a race and racial pride that came with it. Early, her eyes had been opened that elves, too, could lie and cheat to gain the desired outcome so they were not really different than humans. She then continued her started thought: "At least enough to stop you from going after your dream when a chance appears. But do not worry that your aspiration and weakness have been exposed, I have learned to keep my share of secrets entrusted to me." Her tone was lighter, not exactly insulting, even if it could be taken so.

Suddenly, he was up and close, too close, she could sense his breath on her ear and tensed up, step nearly, but not quite faltering, and then Mae sped up, spinning around and walking backward, blue eyes staring at him, as if trying to figure something out. She knew each stone in this temple, having wandered through it countless times during days without lessons and nights when nightmares didn't let her rest, even with closed eyes she would be able to reach her destination. "I will have to agree you about my guards, they are not prepared for something actually happening other than losing a round of cards. Sadly, I cannot quite go alone without personal guard, it would be both improper and heighten the risk." She turned around corner, still walking backwards. Strange, never before she had wandered through the temple's darkness with someone. Not that it really mattered. Night had never scared her, even as child she knew there were far more worse things than shadows.

Then, they had arrived at doors of guard room and she knocked lightly. "Come in," someone grumbled from other side and when the pair entered, suddenly the three men sprung to their feet and awkwardly stared at bottles of ale on table. Obviously, they had tried to forget their failure and cold words she had told them earlier, but only ended up showing them in worse light. Woman shook her head in disappointment which stung each man more than yelling. She was their treasured priestess and they were really a poor excuse of guards... "Give this man back his belongings, the accusations have been cleared up," she told them.

"They're right here, Milady!" oldest one moved to cabinets, starting to pile things on chair. "I was told he brought strawberries?" she stated more than asked, when it seemed like the pile was complete but nothing of the sort could be seen there. "Ah... yes, well, my lady... We, they would have spoiled, you see..." the guard stammered. "So I see. Then you shall bring fresh ones tomorrow morning and deliver personally to Mr. Saith's room. Good night." She spun on her heel and exited, allowing drow gather his belongings and change, if he wanted to, before leading him back to his room. There, she bid him good night, not having confirmed if he would be taken on the journey or not, and went to her personal quarters where finally, half an hour later, sleep claimed her. Five hours she could rest and then it would be time for sunrise prayer.




Marwolaeth stretched, letting out a quiet sound of pleasure. Few times, she bent backwards and squatted before going on her merry way. Out of bag, she grabbed apple and ate it while moving between the trees that began thinning out the closer she came to beach side. Originally, she had planned to keep to inner edge of woods, but eventually decided to head for nearby neighboring town. She had a friend there - if people like her even had friends - that could help her out with few items and what's more, some valuable information.

It was next morning after her daring escape. Despite the fact she was probably very far behind thief, the woman had not lost her belief in catching it (as Laeth still couldn't quite determine if it was he, she or something completely different). Sleeping in a tree had not dragged her mood down, either. Although she highly appreciated luxury and comfort, the primal way of living in nature had its charms, too. It made her feel alive, with the touch of danger and unpredictability. Besides, Blue Eyes head was probably on some pike by now, or at least he was imprisoned, and while they struggled around him, that looked like her, her own tracks got colder and colder.

Suddenly, her attention was drawn to horizon. Storm raged there, but strangely... local one. Perhaps only square mile or two, not more. Woman smirked - she knew what it meant. Someone had crossed the Veil, or attempted to. Either way, it hadn't gone smoothly, the person probably didn't know the proper local dispel or didn't have the charm for easy passage. She let her gaze slide over the waters and the beach and soon, found what she was looking for.

Something was being washed ashore, remains of a strange boat and a person that clutched to them. It would not be like her to ignore such an event and leave, so she moved towards where water was carrying the objects. She wondered briefly if the person was still alive or not and if there would be anything of value on him or her, but ended up doubting it as no one who tried to reach Island really had anything... Unless he was a smuggler, but smuggler would have known how to cross the Veil, wouldn't he?

Marwo had reached the shoreline now and looking over the water once more, another form caught her eye. Something struggled in the water towards boat remains. Small, furry and awfully desperate, if she had to describe it. Quick glance towards the humanoid - he was already in sand now and didn't need any help, she could check his belongings later -, but the animal wouldn't reach shore. And, following her whim, as always, she grabbed a board, threw off her shoes and headed in the water, helping the creature out, if it would allow. Thankfully, the water was warm and she didn't have to get soaked too far up. The outfit was already ruined in her opinion, so sea water couldn't do it more harm.

Back on land, she'd put the creature down rather carefully in sand and then kneel down next to humanoid, checking for life signs.
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Old 01-17-2014, 04:20 PM

While listening to her, Saith had to recall her fancy title. Something about the sun, was it? But why did that matter? What did the sun have to do with anything? He didn't see a crown, so royalty was not a part of her title. Oh, what was it! Sun... Sun Pro... Sun Pre... Sun... Priestess! Ah yes, that was it. She was a priestess, which explained coming into a lump-some of dreams and weaknesses. People probably confided in her and she, being of religious background, would be sworn to keep them between she and her god, the sun. It was starting to make sense a bit now, at least pieces of it. He mused that the goblet was of holy nature, probably used for baptizing or swearing in a temple guardian. He wasn't too sure for he had no religious ties. Saith never understood why religion was so popular either. Did the deity really bestow powers and protection on his/her people? The drow found that had to believe, but who was he to judge? Mae had been on the money calling him out on his previous comment about disliking her kind, as well as his own. She was far smarter and crafty than he expected. Granted, she needed to be with that fancy title of hers.

After calling her Fancy Title so much, he had forgotten her real name. He would need to ask her for it again later, but right now he was in the process of accepting his items and belongings. Of course, the sight before his eyes only made Saith laugh. Were these guys serious? These were the guys that were going to protect this kind woman? He shook off the thought of helping her. It just would be too weird for him. But maybe... no, he shouldn't. Ugh, he had to. Whatever happened the day she left, he would be certain to tag along. Whether as a guide or a guard, or even a stalker. Whatever his role was, he needed to follow. Not to protect her, of course. Okay, so maybe a part of him pitied the girl. She really did have idiots for guards.

Before he could even thank her, she was gone. Shrugging, he turned to the useless guards. In silence, he changed and gathered up his weapon. Looking from the string to the guards, he noticed that one of them had a crossbow rested against a back wall. Perhaps he could aid with the restringing. It did take a bit convincing, but the guy did help. Saith, sadly, had to give up two of the five strings as a trade. It hardly seemed fair, but at least he learned the skill so he could do this in the future, should he ever need to.

Exiting the room, Saith made his way back to his room, only he decided against it once he hit the grand garden. There were trees that looked oh-so-cozy. Climbing up into one of the trees, he rest his eyes until the morning began to break through the leafy canopy.


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A moan came from his lips. The sand that touched his tongue caused him to spit and jerk away from the salty-favored gritty stuff. He made a groaning noise before proceeding to wipe his lips clean. It felt a bit puffy, probably due to the shattering of the boat as he tried to reach land. His hand moved up to his neck, giving it a good rub. He was still oblivious to the fact that a woman sat not too far from him. Finally, his pale green gaze moved toward her. Perhaps he had known she was there after all. Looking from her scarred face to her hands, he spied his tiny companion. Within seconds of feeling Cain's gaze on its furry body, the creature squirmed free and bounded over to its buddy.

In all honesty, Cain didn't know what to do. Blinking, his eyes fell from Laeth and landed back on the sand that was between them. Were apologies in order? Perhaps, but why apologize? It was obvious he was grateful. Fengir was alive and looking rather spry, even after almost drowning. Finally, words came to his lips.

"Know anywhere good to eat around here, mate?" His stomach rumbled just after the words came. It was almost foresight, only he felt the trembling before the gurgling came. No expression was on his face as he stared blankly at the mistress before him. She looked like a rather odd character, one you shouldn't trust. He would have checked his pockets, but Cain carried nothing. His power, Kotodama, allowed him to create everything he wanted. There was no point in weighing oneself down with items that could be spawned when needed.

Rolling up from the ground, he lazily dropped his hands into the pocket of his large hoodie. Pulling out a winter hat, he draped it over his pink locks before tucking away his hands again. His face looked much older than it really was. There was something about his eyes that said he was in his late thirties. Based on his size, though, he hardly looked over sixteen. The metal piercings on his face gave him a unique sense of identity, almost an err of flamboyance. Although, one could argue his pink hair really did the trick.

As the fox-tiger at his feet started moving toward the scent of food, Cain followed. "Thanks, Fen." It's meaning not lost, for he knew the little creature had saved his life. That was Fengir for you. Always willing and able to help his green-eyed master, his creator.

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