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Post by Widdershins on May 22, 2006 20:21:58 GMT
Widdershins whooshed past the golem, without being seen by anyone - spare the Drow, perhaps - and saw Sulinrul disappear. Her lips curled to a smile, knowing what had happened. At the moment, however, she didn't know what to do, so, doing something similar, but not the same, Eliana disappeared. At least, to all eyes around her, she was gone.
((Akkarin, having been in Menzoberranzan, could I still see you?))
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Post by Akkarin on May 23, 2006 8:56:49 GMT
OOC:Nope having almost fought we nearly broke rule one, of course i did it on purpose it was more a point to show what happens when you do New Character ensue's Ic: The mists of time and space swirled around outside the tavern, rain poured fiercly onto the ground as the mist began to form itself into the shape of a door, this door led to another dimension of chaos and the rule of the Spider queen, and from that Door walked a black clad man. His head covered by his black cowl leaving shadows on his face making no mark distinguishable, and even the rest of his body was covered in black save his hands, which wrapped around his black staff were a stark contrast to the single toned man,his hands were a very pale shade of white, thin and frail they seemed to be clinging onto that staff for dear life. With a simple wave of his other arm the tavern door flew open and Akkarin walked in, he was hear for someone, he wondered if they would appear. The bartender looked at the nearest man on a stool and whispered quietly "Bloody strange day!"
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Post by Widdershins on May 23, 2006 13:30:49 GMT
((Mhmm, well, we didn't, just threatened each other. We'll meet again, hehe... somewhere else...)) Eliana, still in hiding, looked at the newcomer with great interest. She knew great skill when she saw it, and her curiosity was stirred. No one like this had she encountered in her past, but perhaps sometime soon she would. The thought of leaving the place was strengthened by the appearance of this man, but she remembered how tired she was. Maybe one night's sleep would do it. Stepping behind a bush she wove an Illusion to change her appearance, so that the woman who stepped out was in no way the Eliana who had stepped in, hidden though she was. Where Eliana's hair was a pale reddish-brown, this woman's hair was jet black, and her sparking blue eyes had altered to a deep sea green. She looked taller than normal - one feature that would already make her look different, if it would be the only thing she altered on herself - her body build had altered slightly as well; instead of thin and elegant limbs, she looked rather pleasantly round, though not terribly so. It was one of her favorite Illusions that she usually wove to disguise herself; she called this image of herself Moira. This image would be enough to make her unrecognizable as she walked back inside, and stay at the inn for a night before moving on. She hoped that she'd meet Sulinrul again, after all, he had once been one of the few people who had given her his trust. Eliana hadn't forgotten it, she forgot nothing. Stepping inside, Eliana approached the bar, and looked around as if she'd never seen the place in her life. Skilled as she was in disguise, she didn't show any sign of recognition, though mentally she made notes of who did what during the stir. That man, leaning in the corner, eyes still wide from shock, had been sitting two tables away from her, a smug smirk on his boyish face. The ashen-faced woman who was hurriedly bundling up something that looked like a pile of dirty rags, had been trying to get a young, rich looking man to buy some of her goods. Obviously, that was what she was covering up with her rags now, shooting everyone frightened and suspicious looks.
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Post by The Deficient Seraph on May 24, 2006 5:28:48 GMT
The night was chilled as a breezed danced over the lands. Ahead, set of light hung in the gathering darkness, lights that signified a tavern. The hooded man quickly pick up the pace, reaching the tavern porch after only a few brief minutes. Oblivious to what had just recently happened outside, he had no use of finding out. Taking large leaps up the stairs, the figure stopped right outside the door, letting his presence be known. The feeling of ancient times, the feeling of old-timed magic, all this flooded over every patron in the room. Only few knew of the Keepers of the Past and almost all of the few were Drow. However, some that study the arcane might have read about them in their studies. Letting the feeling of an ominous presence settle in, he reached out and opened the door.
In the door frame of the tavern, there stood a cloaked figure with its hood drawn and the opening clasped shut. The being kept his head held low, just enough for him to see out but none to see him. Looking around the room, many of the patrons stared with blank expressions, some of worry, while a few slightly impressed. It wasn’t common to come across someone with such a presences, it could have been considered a god among men. Moving towards the bar, he took note of the other Drow in the room, he knew that the man would recognize his presence as a Keeper, and if not, well then he should be punished for not knowing of his heritage.
“I will take a pint of the strongest ale you have…” the figure rasped, removing his hood, revealing himself as a drow. Short cropped platinum hair adorned his head, his features slender and sculpted, perfectly symmetrical. The bartender looked at the man with wide eyes, a shaky hand reached down and getting what he had ordered. Taking the pint, he dropped a few gold coins onto the counter, taking a seat. Lifting the pint to his lips, he took a long and hardy swig of it, it was well deserved.
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Post by Akkarin on May 24, 2006 22:22:15 GMT
Akkarin's neck turned quickly when the other presence entered the room, as a black Magister he had an enhanced perception of magic and when and where it was being used, but this was something far greater than just "ordinary" magic, no...this was magic of time and space. He knew it instantly, for he had just walked out of a dimension door himself, the magical aura which dimension doors emmitted was verging on similar. Having lived in Menzoberranzan under the protection of Lloth herself he knew all about the keepers of time, he had never seen one of them up close before but they were said to give off incredible eminations, the rumour wasnt false. He could feel the magic pulsing round the room, his thin and fragile fingers flickered at the delight of such power, how he wished he could absorb such a power and use it for his own advantage. His eyes bore at the keeper of time as he mad his way across to the drow.
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Post by The Deficient Seraph on May 25, 2006 5:31:41 GMT
A slight twitch of the ear could be seen from the drow seated at the bar. Zez’aste’s eyes closed as he lifted his pint up and took a light swig from it, energies gathering around him from the near by patrons and the advancing drow. It didn’t hurt them, but it was an edgy twinge down their spine. Through his sense of space and time, he could see the other drow stalking up on him, somewhat. The drow’s thin lips curled into a wicked smirk as he set his pint down.
“You know it is not wise to sneak upon one who knows all…” Zez’aste rasped again, a slight sarcasm in his voice. He knew that all drow would sneak, it was how they were. Even if it was to their own. It was always wise to keep a wary eye out when any drow was around. The man’s words were for warning, allowing the other to know that he knew his intentions of coming to him. Warning him of not trying to do something he may regret.
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Post by Akkarin on May 25, 2006 9:33:10 GMT
Akkarin looked at the drow when he knew he was advancing, why would he say he was sneaking towards him, there was no sneaking involved here, just Akkarin walking towards the powerful presence, however it occured to Akkarin that he believed Akkarin was a Drow, his thin lips worked their way into an amused smile for a breif second before they set back in their usual position. Akkarin knew why he believed that, he looked at the robes and saw the mark of the spider queen visible on them, and having spent many years in the underdark, he had drained many sorcerers of their powers, it gave him more of an edge to his already existing aura. Akkarin's hand quickly ran his hand up his staff watching as he sent it into another little pocket plane where he kept his various items, tossing his hood back with ferocity his blue eyes gazed back into the drows, Akkarin's face was incredibly pale to the eye, not like the ebon skins of the drow themselves. His hand outstretched in anger he began to boil the pint in the drows hand. You would compare me to one of you kind? Know that you meet your greater keeper of the past Now would be the time that Akkarin would learn if any citizens of the Underdark knew about the only human to walk freely in the city, and he who was close to Lloth.
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Post by Widdershins on Jun 8, 2006 10:31:07 GMT
Eliana walked inside, up to the bar, ordered a drink and crept discreetly towards the same remote table she'd been sitting at in her normal form, and sat down. Perhaps this would be interesting, perhaps not. When another drow stepped through the doors, Eliana almost jumped. It was one thing to see Sulinrul, she'd gotten more or less used to him, but the sight of another Drow still made her think twice about whatever she did. She had to be careful. In her time in Menzoberranzan she'd learned not to fear them, but caution was definitely a virtue that she needed to keep in full functioning. She sipped her drink and made a slightly sour face, looking down at it, and wondering what it was that the barman had given her.
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