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Post by Rethen Kel'Sviet on Jan 12, 2008 14:32:39 GMT -5
Rethen had settled against the taller elf, enjoying the warmth that radiated from him. But all that had vanished with the way Casidaen had said his name. It had been apologetic and sad. The forest elf screwed his eyes closed and bit his lip. "Please...not again..." he thought frantically.
"So...your body took over..." the little elf whispered quietly. He wrapped his arms around himself and shivered. "It was nothing then? Does your mind not have an inclination towards me?" He moved quickly and straddled Casidaen and stared into dark elf's golden eyes. "Tell me truthfully Casidaen Erjwe," the boy whispered, leaning in to kiss the dark elf's lips again.
"For I have designs on you...and I will not travel back to that accursed island with someone who I cannot lean on for support."
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Post by Alaric on Jan 13, 2008 1:21:47 GMT -5
Alaric unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and put it aside neatly beside him. Looking over to the er hoc, it seemed that the boy was already fast asleep. No doubt all of them had quite an exhausting and eventful day. He opened the small silver bottle and a soothing odor came out of the bottle, making Alaric put the bottle nearer to his nose. Putting his fingers into the medicine bottle, he then rubbed it on his back with come difficulty. As the odor filled the air, the elf became a little more sleepy as time went by.
Finishing applying the medicine, he closed the lid and put it beside him. The elf then grabbed his button up shirt and put it on and fastening the openings. He put his brown cape on his shoulders and put his hood on, once again masking his ears and the most of his face.
That's better...
Grabbing the small bottle as he stood up he placed it on the table near the sleeping silhouette of Tino was. He looked over the sleeping figure and saw that he was indeed, fast asleep. Somehow, this made him smile.
Mentally slapping himself, Alaric's face had a bright pink color as he hurriedly rushed out the door. He stepped out and as he was closing the door behind him, he slumped on the nearest wall.
He blinked and clutched his chest, "I have to get out of this place."
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Post by Casidaen on Jan 13, 2008 1:52:02 GMT -5
The dark sighed, running a hand through his long locks. This was not going well. Well, he did have zero people skills. Rethen straddled him, making Casidaen flustered and hot. His heart beat furiously when the boy kissed him on the lips. Well his body certainly reacted to the smaller elf. But his mind was jumbled, from lack of sleep, food and other things.
He breathed. "I'm... not sure. But... there's something there. I mean..," he gulped. "I'm not very good at things like this. I can fight, cook, heal, but I can't do things like this very well. I haven't done something like this in years! And, I then I wake up and your well..." Casidaen's face turned a brilliant shade of red.
"I'm sorry..," he looked down, feeling horrible. His words weren't coming out clear enough, and he was getting frustrated with himself. What did he feel for the boy he had just met? He was certainly attractive and he liked how bubbly the boy was. The dark elf swallowed.
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Post by Rethen Kel'Sviet on Jan 13, 2008 2:48:24 GMT -5
Rethen smiled softly and hugged the dark elf tightly, running a hand soothingly across Casidaen's shoulders. He had been here before, right where he was now: attracted to a gorgeous and shy man. He laughed to himself. The effervescent boy and the shy man...always the way.
"Look at me Casi," Rethen whispered. He tipped the dark elf's chin up and held his face. "We're going to Fasemoor. This does not change that. It just means I will bring the bigger sleeping roll so I can cuddle against you at night." He smiled wryly and leaned forward, kissing Casidaen deeply. "We will take things slow from now on, ok?" The elf kissed him softly again before crawling off of him and beginning to get dressed again.
"Now I promised you food and a bed. I hope you don't mind sharing mine. Our dragon and imp friends blew up my other two," he grumbled lightly and slipped the apron back on and moved to the stove and began ladling stew into two bowls and cider into two mugs. IF he was rested, he'd alchemize his home mack in order. As it stood, he would have to go pay a call to Lady Cressa and her craftsmen.
"Now come and eat," he said with a smile and handed the bowl to Casidaen. "I do hope it's up to your standards master chef." He giggled and took a drink from his mug.
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Post by Casidaen on Jan 13, 2008 17:58:44 GMT -5
Casidaen finally let a smile pass his lips, though his worries weren't completely erased, he did feel a little bit better about the dilemma. When he was kissed, he felt a tingle in his stomach, and he blushed even further. It seemed around Rethen, this blush would never fade away.
The man stepped back to the table that he fell asleep on earlier, deep in thought. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to sleep at all, epecially on the same bed with the alchemist. He was sure he'd begin sleep walking again, he thought and furrowed his brows. His body was in desperate need of resting, so he couldn't not sleep either. It was a lose-lose situation, he feared.
He took the bowl from the forest elf, thanking him softly. The stew smelled delicious, and he could already feel his mouth watering as he spooned some and blew on it briefly before shoveling it into his mouth. It was just as good as he expected and he laughed when Rethen commented on his own cooking skills. "It's wonderful, thank you so much!" He paused, before looking at Rethen. "Before... you mentioned Fasemoor? So... you've been there before?"
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Post by Rethen Kel'Sviet on Jan 13, 2008 19:12:24 GMT -5
Rethen sighed and set a mug in front of Casidaen. He really shouldn't have said anything. Grabbing his own bowl and mug, he settled down next to the dark elf. He stirred the stew slowly, eyes blurring slightly.
"I..have been there, yes," Rethen answered tersely. He frowned. "It was nearly four years ago. I'd spent some time taking classes at the academy. I...decided that it was best if I left." He shrugged lightly and smiled slightly. "The academy staff and I...did not get along."
He lapsed into silence sipped lightly at his stew, chewing on the vegetables and meat as they entered his spoons. His eyes kept darting over towards Casidaen and eying the dark elf. He really was a gorgeous person...
"Why are you heading to Fasemoor?" the forest elf asked quietly, anxious to change the subject.
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Post by Alaric on Jan 13, 2008 19:44:33 GMT -5
The high elf stood up on his place, finally making a decision in his head. There was not more time to hesitate, the sun was high now, and he estimated the journey to Itis approximately 2 to 3 days without much rest. Rubbing his eyes, Alaric thought that a nice good sleep could be done better in the forest than here. More dangerous, yes, but more comfortable.
And without all these people.
The fighter headed downstairs hurriedly, why was he in a hurry? He did not know as well. Grabbing a few golden coins from his pouch, as well as the keys, he laid them on the innkeepers counter.
"Going so soon, stranger?" the innkeeper said in a puzzling voice.
Alaric nodded in response, "It's what I have to do."
He passed the other dwarves and the people outside, stopping for nothing. His face had a serious expression as he came upon the metal gates and went through them.
With one last glance at Miyoor, Alaric continued his journey.
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Post by Casidaen on Jan 13, 2008 19:45:04 GMT -5
He frowned when the elf went quiet. It must've been a bad memory and he didn't want to push Rethen any further on the subject, he thought as he spooned some more stew. He chewed a piece of meat, swallowing before he answered. "Well, I'm a wanderer, and I've never been to Fasemoor before. I also thought I'd brush up on my healing studies..."
"I've been to many places.. er, would you like to hear about them?"
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Post by Rethen Kel'Sviet on Jan 13, 2008 21:03:10 GMT -5
Rethen grinned and nodded happily, almost deliriously happy to be avoiding talking about Fasemoor. He scooted a little closer to the dark elf and looked up at Casidaen, eyes wide.
"My traveling has been mostly limited to Maiorn and Vorgaimines," the forest elf replied enthusiastically. "I've always wanted to see more of the world, but my work keeps me busy. I'm never bored though!" He giggled lightly and leaned his head against Casidaen's arm.
"So where all have you been?" he asked, sipping lightly at his cider. "You must have been to some rather interesting places."
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Post by Casidaen on Jan 13, 2008 21:25:16 GMT -5
Casidaen smiled warmly Rethen, lifting the bowl to his face to finish the rest of the stew. He was surprised when the alchemist curled against his arm and he tensed up, but figured he should relax a bit if he was going to tell a story.
"Hmm... well I've been travelling for around ten years now.. I was born in Canniven and I left when I was 26, staying down in Solea for a few months. It's very calm there, and you can walk for miles before you see anyone. Then I travelled to Pisce. Very busy. Lots of gypsies, beggars and merchants. You also have to wary of your pockets since you'll get things stolen daily," he answered thoughtfully.
"I lost myself there for two years, before picking back up to go to Pesso. I was actually captured by pirates at some point. They sailed around for... maybe half a year before dropping me off at Lamia. They were in a civil war at that time, so I stayed to heal at a neutral hospital for around 3 or 4 years? Traveled past Lepudum and then to Voragimines, where I met Tedis. He was very kind. Then... I think I went up to Maiorn. I got lost there and ended up in Agreia, the human settlement. They have a large gambling district, so you tend to run out of money fast. I ended up having to work a lot of odd jobs here and there just so I could leave. Then I teleported to Voragimines to say hello to Tedis and stop for the night and now I'm here," he ended with a smile. "I'm sorry if I bored you, I'm not very good at speaking.." he flushed.
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Post by Rethen Kel'Sviet on Jan 13, 2008 22:29:23 GMT -5
Rethen's eyes were wide. He stared up at the dark elf, slack jawed.
"You've been all over the place...haven't you?" he whispered lightly. He giggled and squeezed the elf's arm tightly. "That's so amazing! I'm kinda envious." He grinned and stood, taking the empty bowls and walking into the kitchen. He opened the window again and smiled through the opening.
"You should get some rest Casidaen," the boy said with a smile. "Go upstairs. It's the first room on the right. Before you get to the massive hole that used to be my guest quarters." He grinned and busied himself with cleaning the dishes and storing the food and cider in a large chest engraved with cooling runes. "I'm going to clean this all and send a carrier pigeon to the craftsmen that can repair the house before I come to bed." He smiled sweetly at Casidaen, hoping he didn't scare the dark elf off.
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Post by Askyre on Jan 13, 2008 23:42:21 GMT -5
Shaking of his temporary discomfort, the imp forced himself rigid as the inn door opened. He didn't need to take a glance at the visitor to know who it was as they carried themselves to the counter, speaking rather quickly - agitatedly.
Rubbing his temple once again, Askyre clenched his eyes shut, willing the pain to leave him, when he felt someone brush past, whispering something softly. By the time he'd managed to open his eyes, however, they were gone, a savory sandwich laid out before him.
Face distorted in crossed emotions, the imp gently picked up half of the sandwich, eying the innkeeper in an almost mocking fashion over his shoulder. Forcing his vision in such a manner began to give the imp a sharp pain, and he quickly returned his sights forward, finishing his meal before gathering his things back into his pouch.
Fingertips lingering on the petals, Askyre couldn't help but add them to his collection.
"I'll be sure to keep out of your sight from now on." The young man started, raising his voice in a confident manner as he noisily slid his chair back into place, harshly demanding the attention of the man behind the counter. "I assure you - Miyoor will be safe from this imp at any time in the future."
Grinning, Askyre tossed a lazy wave over his shoulder as he made his way to the door, ignoring the blatant cries of flustered confusion from the innkeeper as he departed the building.
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Post by Tino on Jan 14, 2008 0:51:09 GMT -5
On the golden waves, a wolf sat alone atop a hill covered by bright yellow flowers named junne. The wolf's fur was snow-white, its eyes clear as ruby stones, and its presence soundless. Its snowy hair glistened with the touch of gold, and a breeze sent bright shadows dancing around it.
The wolf was stone still, but it was beautiful.
Tino felt himself walking through the waves to reach the white wolf with a tan-furred wolf walking beside him. He looked at his companion, the yellow light dancing along his fur, making gold.
They kept walking, very slowly, a step at a time, until Tino felt the golden wolf beside him stop to sit amongst the waves. The hill was still far away, but his friend did not care to go furthur.
So Tino sat down beside his brother and leaned against the golden wolf, the bright yellow waves now towering over both of them. They can't see the beautiful white wolf from here now.
And Tino wondered why.
"Driel..." The er hoc mumbled the name of his brother, his eyelids slowly lifting from its seal.
Still in a sitting position, Tino woke up from his slumber and rubbed his eyes. He glanced around the room, lit bright by sunlight through the windows. "Alaric..." Is not here. He sat still for a second, trying to get his brain working.
A chorus of sharp knocks sounded the door.
Tino jumped off the bed to open the door, and the familiar face of the innkeeper met his eyes. "Tino Karta, correct?" Somewhat stunned in his current condition, he nodded dumbly. "Letter for ya!" He blinked and received a faint-yellow envelope pushed towards him by the innkeeper, and watched as the innkeeper turned around and left.
He held the letter in his hand and stared down at it for a long, long while while standing at his door. It was carefully sealed, and in a corner it said Driel Imnas. A sense of strength and tranquility washed over him as he confirmed the name, and he felt comfortably sleepy.
Shutting his door behind him, he climbed onto the bed again. With the unopened letter in his grasp he slid himself into the bed, eyelids sealing calmly again. He laid there on his side, the letter he has just received serving as his teddy bear.
But he couldn't sleep again.
Tino enjoyed his rest for ten more minutes, and then he sat up on his bed to open the letter. He pulled out the paper and read its content with great focus, then went over to extract a slim black scroll from his backpack.
Time to leave.
A thought flickered through his head, saying that he should give the blonde elf a farewell and ask where he would be heading towards after Miyoor. He went outside his room and walked over to Alaric's room, abruptly finding the door open and the room clean and empty.
He stood there, silent for a moment.
The er hoc turned back to his room and packed up his belongings. It didn't take long until he left the city of Miyoor where all the drama occurred, and on his way his failed to greet any of its actors.
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Post by Caine Faerin on Jan 14, 2008 23:06:16 GMT -5
A few minutes, half an hour, an hour... Time stood still as all my attention was pulled inward.
After what seemed an eternity, I snap the last of my brother's winds and slowly come out of the trance. I'm bleeding in several places, and I have a headache developing behind my eyes, but I'm still alive. My brother's wings sags- along with the rest of his body- with fatigue.
I lay there, gathering my energy and staring at him. Whatever method he's found to make the winds work for him... as they've always refused to do before... seems to take a larger toll on him because of it. Bad for him, but good for me... As soon as I can manage it, I pull myself to my feet and start walking down the path- intent on putting some distance between him and me, and restoring myself as much as possible before I try flying. Behind me, my brother sucks in a breath, preparatory to yelling something hateful, and quite likely biased and misinformed.
I just throw him the finger and say, "The Patriarch punishes fratricide as severely as he does rape, Vithaan. That's something you should remember; it's the only thing that's staying my hand!"
Without another glance, I limp my way down the footpath, and the trickles of blood start to cake around the wounds. I'm glad this place is too dry for too many insects... I'd hate to have a swarm following the scent of blood...
The wind picks up for a moment and I hear a slight giggle following it. I look around for the source, and yet another dragonette swoops down from the sky and lands gracefully in front of me. This one is a young woman with hair and wings the color of molten gold. Her eyes are the palest topaz, and never seem to focus on the object of her mental scrutiny.
As serene as Vithaan is coarse, she is the oldest of us three, and I love her as much as I despise him.
I smile. "Kai'ee. You look as gorgeous as ever, dearest sister!"
She giggles. "I'm your only sister, little Caine!" A breeze plays through our hair, and she frowns. "You're hurt? Oooooh... That Vithaan..." Her generous mouth puckers. "I'm worried about him, little brother. He's been playing with dark winds recently. And all this business with Plaguebeings and Imp villages cropping up..."
My head snaps up and I stare at her, even though I know she can't see me. "There's more of those creatures around?!"
"Hmmm? What do you mean?"
"L-last night. Several plaguebeings stormed Miyoor! Three different types of them. I and a few other travelers were able to take them out, but there were so many!" I stop, remembering Askyre. "And you mentioned imps? There was an.. an imp back there..." I struggle a moment, trying to push Askyre's face out of my mind while still talking about him. "Two plaguewalkers went after him this morning. I killed both of them, but.."
She walks over to me and pats my face gently. "I'll have to tell this to Grandfather. The reason why you were summoned, and the reason why I am here, is to give you a task. Grandfather went the proper route- drawing a contract with your Guild for your services."
She pauses, her hand still on my face as she frowns. "The Patriarch requests that you go and discover why this is happening, Caine. First, go to Fasemoor. One of our representatives is there, and we need him to open the old lines of communication with the High Elves." She hands me some sealed scrolls- one has my name written on the outside.
"Oh, Caine. This isn't the only place the plaguebringers have come to, though it's the closest to our caverns. Whoever is sending them is targeting the children of Lamia... and using the children of Lamia to do it. I do hope your little imp is alright!"
'My' imp? I wish...
Before I have a chance to say anything else, Kai'ee wings her way into the sky and in the direction of home.
Sighing, I turn back to the road, and at a fork that appears later on, I turn down the one that will lead me to Itis, and then to Fasemoor. By that time, the wounds have scabbed over, and I feel all much the better. I see a large rock that has settled on the ground, steady enough to not move under me, and sit down to eat the meal I'd bought in Miyoor.
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Post by Casidaen on Jan 17, 2008 20:43:10 GMT -5
Casidaen paused, looking at his empty bowl, pondering if he should help with the clean up. There wasn't too much to clean, so he agreed with Rethen and stood up. He gave a small bow thanking his host for the rooming and food and headed for the stairs.
The floorboards creaked as he climbed up, the top stairs slightly charred from whatever had happened on the top floor. There was splintered wood and severed furniture all scattering the floor and he sighed. What a mess this visit to Voragimines had become. He intended only to rest at the inn and head off the next morning. Instead, he had to break up a dwarf rumble and heal while battling plaguewalkers. He reached the bedroom, opening up the green door to find a full sized bed. He set down his travelling bag and staff against a wall and unclipped his cloak, folding it neatly.
He kicked off his shoes, placing them beside his things and he threw back the covers. Running a hand threw his hair, he sighed once again. He was rather dirty for he hadn't showered in a few days. Would Rethen be offended if he took to sleeping on the floor instead? Or perhaps he could get a shower in before passing out. He choose the latter, and opened the door, shouting so the forest elf could hear.
"Would you mind if I took a shower?"
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Post by Rethen Kel'Sviet on Jan 17, 2008 21:08:16 GMT -5
"Not at all!" Rethen cried up, as he walked into his shop and grabbed a piece of parchment and a pen. He scribbled quickly across the parchment, spelling out orders for cloth and furniture and construction that needed be done to his guest quarters. He sighed and rubbed his temples slowly.
"This is going to cost a small fortune," he whispered. Some of the floor and surrounding walls, the attic and ceiling all had to be rebuilt. He was lucky that Lady Cressa already had his accounts on file. He snapped lightly and a small alchemized bird flew from his office. He slid the parchment into a slot on the bird's stomach. The creation flew off, heading towards the Merchant's District. He sighed and slipped into his office, turning on the emergency shower. With a quick flick of two vials below the shower head, soap fell into the water. A quick strip and five minutes later, Rethen was clean. He pulled on a pair of light shorts and walked slowly up to his room. He slid under the covers and collapsed, exhaustion overtaking him.
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Post by Casidaen on Jan 18, 2008 21:57:59 GMT -5
Casidaen nodded as if the alchemist could see him and walked across the room to get to the master bathroom, bringing his rucksack with him. It was a very spacious bathroom, with eccentric trinkets lined up on the sink counter top. He smiled and laid his sack down, Removing his clothes and turning towards the shower to see how it worked. He got it started with little problems, and hummed as he waited for the hot water to come. The dark elf contemplated whether or not he should wash his hair, since it would take quite a while for it to dry because of the length of it. He decided he would with since it probably had blood in it from his patients as well as sweat.
The man stepped into the shower feeling his muscles immediately relax under the pressure of the hot water streaming out. He scrubbed at his skin, getting rid of a few days worth of dirt and grime. He lathered his hair in whatever Rethen had been using, pulling his hair into a large bun on his head. After a few more minutes of washing, Casidaen turned off the water feeling refreshed. He grabbed an extra towel from it's rack, wrapping it around his torso. With a smaller towel, he dried the rest of his body and his hair.
Redressing, the elf tip-toed into the room, not wanting to wake up the forest elf. Quietly, he slipped into the full sized bed, pulling the covers around himself. He stayed on the far side of his bed, conscious that if he were to fall asleep, he might sleep walk again. The northerner slipped into sleep, rooted to his one sleeping position on his back.
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