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Friday, July 15th, 2005
3:22 pm

(MY GOD~! I totally forgot about this community! WTF?!)

I can't believe we've let THIS one hang too, like we did with Serpent's Hollow.. even though this one is an RP and not a story.


GAH! I say....

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Wednesday, March 10th, 2004
9:26 pm

I didn't forget to post this... no, really, I didn't. u.uCollapse )

current mood: weird

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Monday, March 1st, 2004
7:36 pm

BLOOD!Collapse )

current mood: tired

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Wednesday, February 25th, 2004
11:58 am - What did you do on YOUR Saturday?

ooc: I kicked puppies! ^-^;;;;;; (Not really, but Lancelot did! XD!!)


Amid the rain and gloom...Collapse )

current mood: contemplative

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Tuesday, January 27th, 2004
8:25 pm - OOC:

Hey... that name... of that villiage... that we haven't reached yet.... (pulls out copy of AU Jhayne/Kestrel naughtiness) .... it's Viiyde. (nodnod) Now we know the name. ^-^!

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Tuesday, December 30th, 2003
11:55 am - Updating - One For The Road, Please, BarKeep!

{The first part of this is cropped off, considering I think I left part of it at the house. we all know what happened in it, well.. we being those people who actually count. I'll update it later with the full amount of text.}

One For The Road, Please, BarKeep!Collapse )

current mood: curious

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Wednesday, December 24th, 2003
7:50 pm - *FLASH* Oh~oh, he'll save every one of us!

Cut for time and to save space on the main page:Collapse )

This author, having a few characters of her own safely ensconced in their own personal bubble of space/time warp, would like to make things a bit more difficult for them than it already is. Just because. First being: they are at least half a mile out of town - that being like, what, a half-hour walk? The other being: it's raining. Heavily. Like a mo-fugger. And it's been raining for quite some time, so the path they appear on is very muddy. And it's a well-worn path, so that even though some parts are covered with over-hanging branches of trees, most parts are not. Like, for example, the part they reappear in.

Winter: (The twins still in one hand, the sacks of their travel in the other, it only takes a brief moment for her to instantly get drenched once Kestrel's magics deposit them on the pathway. A slight sniffle, blinking irritably at the water dribbling down her face and off her nose, she would sigh heavily and release the twin's hands and the sack of clothing in the same instant. It squelches loudly when it falls into the mud, though the hard drumming of the rain would nearly drown the sound out.)

Arryn: (A frown would slowly creep over his face once he beings peering at their new surroundings, the bangs of his salt-and-pepper hair falling in his eyes and sticking to his forehead. He doesn't say anything, but the growing pout on his face leaves little to be deciphered of his opinion.)

Winter: (Another sigh; she voices the opinion the young child does not.) ....this blows. (Though, with her Scottish accent, it would sound more like "Thes blues", the weariness behind the totally sucking situation apparent in her tone. Well, at least they didn't have a psychotic music-maker on their tail any more... )

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Friday, October 3rd, 2003
3:20 pm - To Continue - Different Paths

Candin: (Funny that they didn't seem to 'get' the riddle, or perhaps there was.... another reason? Hmn..) (It would be a long walk in which they were destined, and Candin spoke nothing, as the bard did not either. silence, save for footsteps. there didn't seem to be anyone about in the corridors that Candin lead them through. not a single living soul... not even rats... ((weg)) there didn't seem to be a sign of them reaching their destination as of yet.... so... when Traverees spoke, Candin continued to walk, his hands still loose at his sides, fingers slightly curled, and his eyes still focused ahead, though those eyes did seem to be shifting from side to side, as if he sought a door, perhaps?) (softly, in response.) It's not your place to ask me questions, Traverees. (there was a pause between his words, but he seemed as if he still planned on answering, regardless of 'place' value on the inquiry.) Izzen. Mizzen Wii. (another small pause, this one far shorter, almost done with dramatic flair. his words, however, sounded more like he was reciting passages from a book...) 'The God-Slayer' is a sword with unremarkable strength, and unbelieveable power. It is as old as Creation, and as fearsome as Death. A blade with the potential for great mischief as well as great deeds of aid. It is mostly sought as a collective item among the many, but seen by the few. Some say it doesn't exist at all. (he continued to walk, but his pace was slowing, his steps becoming a bit shuffled, as if he wasn't sure what he was looking for anymore.) Mizzen Wii is the same. A collective piece by some, a powerful weapon for others. It has grand potential as well, but is just as helpless as a new cub if not tended to the proper mother. Its mother is Izzen. They were supposedly created by the same person, yet cast apart by fear. (he stopped suddenly, turning slightly to the side, and casting a lazy-eyed glance back at Traverees.) Izzen can't be weilded by you. Stop asking questions. (he lifted his hand, reaching it out to press it against the surface of a door that seemed different than all the others, its outside decorated in small carvings of dueling demons. beneath his palm, small blue tendrils of magics flared, snaking around his hand a little before dissapating. the door groaned softly, and slowly swung inward. the room was dark beyond the entrance-way, making viewing of the innards impossible.) (the corners of his mouth twerked slightly, but he made no move to enter the door.)

Reese: (He only arched a brow at the last statement, a wryly amused smile touching his lips. It couldn't be used by him? Like he cared about that - he didn't like swords, or the using of them, rather. Clumsy things. And where had Candin got the idea that he was thinking of using it? Yeesh. One could get to feeling oddly superior when everyone kept calling him 'stupid' but kept making ridiculous assumptions...o.0') (The bard did make a small effort to stifle his snort of amusement, but it was too small an effort, and the sound escaped him regardless. He simply paused when Candin did, bringing his hands around before him so he could idly pick at the dried blood beneath his nails, making no move to follow until the other entered the doorway. Stupid indeed. *snort*)

Candin: (The dark haired minion (MINION!!) let his hands fall to his sides, though lifted one to snag his thumb on the belt-line of his pants. he turned his eyes towards the bard, then nodded his head towards the door.) This is where you'll be staying until we leave. Sorry if it's a bit less than royalty treatment. (Okay, so he *wasn't* sorry.. who cared?) If it's any consolation, you get a pretty ensorcelled lock on the outside? (he shrugged, and then turned to face the door. without another word, he stepped inside. the room illuminated at once, showering light blue radiance from sourceless locations. it was a simple room containing one bed, a canopy bed at that.. with black veils and curtains draping around it. it also contained a single table that bore a single candle with no apparant way to light it. upon the table was a single piece of paper and a single quill set. there was a mirror, cracked, on the far wall. Other than all of this, it seemed like a pretty normal room. it had no windows. Candin walked easily over to the bed, with graceful steps that should have belonged to a woman. he then sat upon the bed, turning his eyes to the door. he didn't fear the bard would run, nor would he shut the door and try to 'lock' Candin in... Candin didn't NEED doors.. hhehhehheh.... the minion (MINION!) looked back to the door again, and the human without it.) Cozy, really. (he grinned devilishly.) This used to be Xane's room, you know. I thought you'd like it, seeing how it contrasts my Master's personality so much. (a pause.) Xane is a complex man, you know. (a hint of ... pride, was it?... showing low in the slender man's voice.)

(For those of you who actually care, the little 'creature' that Xane sent after them is no where to be seen, heard, felt, et cetera. maybe it's not doing it's job? ^-^;;; )

current mood: creative

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Thursday, September 18th, 2003
8:15 pm - Starting over again:

Damn humans. *sulk*Collapse )

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Monday, September 15th, 2003
5:16 pm - Before I leave

(Extended from a previous send in the last entry's Comment Section)


if you wanna go there
to the farthest island
spread your wings and fly high!
you can see the island
in the summer breezing
spread your wings and fly high to the

my wanderer you seek for the secret
go farther and fly sky high
fly high

-Yuki Kajiura

Alsaedeis: (She had left the room of Xane's some time ago, crossing through hall after hall to find the specific location she sought. Her translucent attire flapped quietly around her as she walked, though only the rats paid her the mildest of attention. She wasn't well-liked in this place, as were all of the Lhulgentri creatures -- servant or otherwise -- and it showed as she came into the more 'populated' areas of the inner workings of this Realm. Each creature, save for those quaint little rats, that she passed barely gave her a glance... at least, a glance that wasn't filled with hatred, malice, jealousy, or otherwise.... She ignored it all, even the rats, and headed to her destination. Said destination just happened to be a small, quaint black iron door at the end of a long hallway. She stood outside the door for a moment, schooling her features in their normal placid, slightly commanding appearance. No use in looking flustered, eh? With one pale hand, she reached to rap lightly upon the door, carefully focused between two of the heavy chains that laced its outward surface.)

(Within the room, beyond the doors that were knocked upon, a voice came, low and treacherous: ) Come, Alsaedeis....

Alsaedeis: ( no outward appearance that she particularely cared for the type of reply she recieved, the woman pushed on the latch work of the door, and inward it swung. As usual, the small greeting room of this occupied location was filled with small, magical fires floating here and there, with myst and other smokes floating around as well. a few creatures squeaked and moaned from their cages, and open books hovered about, waiting to be read. all in all, the room was a strange place to be, but as were so many others in this realm.... she walked past a howling bird wallowing in throes of pain as it flapped with one wing helplessly around in a cage that was too small.... past books that chattered to themselves, and magical fires that flickered and swayed... she walked through a small door at the end of the greeting room, and gave a small bow before she said anything.) Inquzt....

Inquzt: (The Thalrashkan creature was out of full view from this woman, located in a dark corner of the room. The only thing that could be seen was a long, cracked black-grey tail that bore many strange barbs, and a twin pair of white orbs that seemed to hover in the darkness around them, like strange fires of evil... the tail pulled, and the creature in the darkness shuffled a bit, the noise somewhat sounding like a dragon huffling about in its caves of darkness.) Alsaedeis... (came a small hiss, not really a word.)

Alsaedeis: (She smirked widely. he was in a good mood, that was for sure. she lifted herself up right, and gave a small nod of greeting.) My Lord Inquzt... I come to you to speak about your Creature. If you can spare the time? I've some information for you that might prove worth your while...

Inquzt: (There was a small huff, almost a laugh, and the creature in the darkness moved a little more, as a person in a kitchen would mill about when preparing a fine dinner.) Something about Xane? Aye... tell me then, this information, little Lhulgentri. Tell me something I do not already know, and I will spare you extra time for apologizing....

Alsaedeis: (How sweet... he truly WAS in a good mood. If Inquzt could crack a joke of any kind, be it in dry humor, true amusement, or even a threat, it was definately a good sign. She smiled widely, and gave another small bow of her head, her hair slipping forward a little.) As it will be, my Lord Inquzt. (she paused a moment, her head lifting, and her hands following suit as she began to speak of her reasons for visiting this night.) As you know, Xane has been my commanding officer for some time. As you may also know, I had taken it upon myself to begin a particularly important assignment --

Inquzt: (The creature huffed again, that strange laugh.) You are referring to the assignment in which you stole the human away to turn upon your sister? (Of course he know about this.... ) What of it? Are you angry that you now have naught to do with that mortal creature? (From the darkness, the sounds of his movement came again, like the footsteps of a man who had to drag his feet due to injury or insane exhaustion.)

Alsaedeis: (Her smile failed her slightly, but she shook her head.) Actually, Lord Inquzt, though I am slightly frustrated by such an action, I have come to accept that it is, perhaps, for the best. I am sure that his orders are for a far better purpose.

Inquzt: (There was a small silence before he spoke this time.) Yes. His orders have a far greater purpose than your petty, vengeful acts upon your kith and kin. Far, far greater importance.... (The sounds of movement continued, and the tail that had been present disappeared into the eclipse of the darkness and shadow.) Why have you come, Alsaedeis? Do you require a new task in place of your own fallen one? I fail to see how this connects with anything Xane is currently doing. You said you had information for me...

Alsaedeis: (She nodded again, her mind absently chewing on the possibilities of getting information out of the demon creature...) I do, my Lord. (She had to play this very carefully for, though Inquzt was very powerful, and very cruel... he was also inclined to shift his daily alliances if it suited his current needs.... ) His own subjects, my Lord Inquzt, have taken a fierce liking to his strange, strict command...

Inquzt: This means nothing to me. I care naught of what he does with his things. (There was an air of annoyance growing in his voice.)

Alsaedeis: Aye, but my Lord.. (she took a few careful steps forward, her hands gesturing alongside her words.) His closest aside myself, the dark boy known as Candin... Xane has put the change in him.

Inquzt: (There was a pause in his movements, as if the words caught a string that held his tail, forcing him to still.)

Alsaedeis: (She smirked inwardly, but continued to speak as if she were doing naught but her duty to 'tattle-tell' on her commanding officer.) I know no reason as to this effect, but surely the Creature plans something of his own. He dabbles in powers that are on such a larger scale than he is allowed. My place is not to judge, or to say anything against, but my duty is to reveal all acts that may seem treacherous, is it not? This act teeters on the balanced scale of such, and I had to immediately report to you, my great Lord....

Inquzt: (There was a small huff from the darkness, and the sound of the great creature turning about face.) Indeed, Lhulgentri. I did not advise him in such an act, nor grant him use of the power he possesses to do such a thing. Your words are well heard. (A small pause.) Though, I still will not grant your OWN feeble quest back to you.

Alsaedeis: (She frowned slightly.) My Lord..?

Inquzt: No. You will take up a new q uest. One that bears much more meaning. (Again, the sounds of movement, but it drew ever closer from the darkness... he was coming towards her.) You shall bear upon your shoulders a new weight, Alsaedeis Ashenbow. Though you will not know the full extent of the task you will uptake, you will know that you will be the only Lhulgentri to ever step so close to Power.

Alsaedeis: (her eyes widened slightly. Was he referred to the Power of the Thalrashka? ... like such things as the Staff of Power..? THAT Power..? She wasn't sure... )

Inquzt: (From the darkness, he did emerge. a great beast of a creature that, by far, did not resemble anything human. slick horns of raven swept back from a lizard-like skull, twisted and gnarled at their bases and sharp as fangs at their points. his eyes were sunken into that dragon-esque skull, though they glowed such a brilliant white they seemed ablaze. his body, as it came into the dim light of the room, was just as twisted and gnarled as his horns. he resembled an erect, elongated wolf-like creature in the body, shagged black fur patched with scale, skin, and sweeping misty tendrils that jerked and writhed like snakes with their own life-spark. his hands were dexterous claws with seering ivory tips, and his elbows jutted at a double-jointed angle, twisting in a backward sweep that ended in a jagged barb not too unlike the ones that tipped the grand tail. His legs, however slightly shorter than his arms, were not that different either. They seemed to have four joints, though, and ended not in claws of any type, but cloven hooves of chipped ivory colour, half hidden by flares and wisps of fur and hair. his tail loomed behind him, half hidden by the darkness behind him.)

Alsaedeis: (She didn't flinch from the revelation of the demonic creature, but she did, however, take several steps backwards. if anyone asked, it was only to give the large creature room.... )

Inquzt: (When he spoke, his thin, slightly forked tongue flickered in and out past tendrils and wisps of hair that lined his reptilian face.) I want you, Alsaedeis, to bear this task without question, and without care of your life in the past, nor your life in the present. You will do this, Alsaedeis Ashenbow. Yes. Understand that this is not a request. (The great creature loomed over her, staring down at her fragile elfin self.)

Alsaedeis: (Hmn...) What will I gain of it? (Bold, yes...)

Inquzt: (The creature laughed, that strange huffing sound.) A rightful question. I commend your thinking. (Yet another pause from him, he turned his grand body, and tread with heavy, shuffling steps over towards one of the many tables in the room.) What will you gain of it? What surely will come to fall in your greedy little hands when your task is complete? (he lifted his head as he neared the table, and huffed another short laugh.) Didn't I tell you to forget your past? Your reward will be the deletion of your past. Isn't that what you want? Isn't it?

Alsaedeis: (She blinked, not fully understanding the Thalrashkan's words.) The deletion of my past, my Lord? Pardon my idiocy, but I do not grasp fully of what you speak... (She paused, then began to follow him, her bare feet silent on the ground, and her wispy clothing lashing about her.) Do you speak of --

Inquzt: No. (He hissed, cutting her off as he turned back towards the table he now stood beside.) I will allow you a change. Yes. One change, and one change only. Not a wish, but a change. I do not grant wishes. Though close to it, I am no god.

Alsaedeis: (She blinked, still confused, as she stood beside him, looking up at his taller self.) One change, you speak of, and a deletion of my past?

Inquzt: It is one and the same. There will be one change, but it will be the deletion of your past all the same. Something new will be birthed from the darkness that will come. (He leaned forward, and reached out one clawed hand, rustling through the papers on this desk. Xane was more like his master than he thought, really... papers, books, and experiments. Tsk.)

Alsaedeis: ... I.. I still do not understand, Lord Inquzt.

Inquzt: As I said, you shall not know everything of your task, but your reward will be the death of your sister, and the gain of a god-like immortality. The change is in death. YOUR change, my dear, is that I will extract your wolfen half.

Alsaedeis: (Her eyes widened, and she took a few steps to the side, away from the gnarled creature.) I fear I cannot accept such a reward.

Inquzt: (Hollowed whites turned to the silvery woman, and the creature smirked... or what could pass as a smirk.) Did I not say that this was not a task by request?

Alsaedeis: (Her eyes rolled slightly in their sockets as her mind whirred for some escape from this creatures insane terms of service.) Surely there is another reward in order. The death of my sister I can abide with... but to remove my wolfen half is to remove my own immortality. How will that aid me in attaining such a god-like standard that you so happily speak of? (This man, as she already knew, was mad.... and to think, she came here trying to get Xane in trouble.. o.O )

Inquzt: Your death, unless you happen to fail me, is not in the standard of the task. Alsaedeis, I speak of shedding off your Lhulgentri flesh, and becoming something greater, and much more glorious. (His clawed hands had stopped their rumaging, drawing back against his chest with a single paper in hand.) You would not need the weight of your Beast any longer. Think of it, woman... you would have no worry that should your wolf die, you would lose your own self in time. Or that, should YOU die, your wolf will remain to find amusement in the fact that you set it free to bear its own immortal existance.

Alsaedeis: (A small perk to her ears, she leaned back towards Inquzt in spite of herself.) An immortality without my wolfen half? Could I die at all? Be slain in battle, or wither away with old age?

Inquzt: Never. (was his only vocal reply to her questioning. he reached out once more, but this time it was to extend his hand, and the paper it held, to her.)

Alsaedeis: (She reached out with her own, smaller hand, and took the offered object within her frail fingers. pulling the parchment to her, she quickly lowered her eyes to it. there was a small silence between them before her eyes widened, and she spoke, still looking at the page.) You refer to Xane when you talk to me of this immortality.

Inquzt: You would never grow old. You would never die of natural causes. You could not be slain in battle, or even of your own accord. (He leaned back away from her, staring down at the paper she held in her hand with hard-set features.) You would be immune to magical attacks, impervious to poisons and gases. Your senses would heighten beyond belief, and your Powers would be so great that your very soul would be overwhelmed with them without release.

Alsaedeis: My soul? (She echoed this softly, then turned her eyes up to him again.) You are speaking of altering me like you did him?

Inquzt: I did not alter him. (It was a truthful statement...) I CREATED him.

Alsaedeis: You created him. (she echoed again...) He was never alive?

Inquzt: I am surprised he never spoke of it to you. (Not a truthful statement...) I suppose his creation is not something he would relinquish information about very willingly. After all, if one gave away the secret of their destruction and creation... (he trailed off, but not without a devilish smirk.)

Alsaedeis: And where is his soul now? (She asked hastily. )

Inquzt: (He laughed loudly, this sound more human than anything that had erupted from his mouth in the entire conversation.) Why ask such a question? You wish to kill him already? Before even becoming his equal?

Alsaedeis: (her face flushed slightly, and she looked back to the page she held.) I would be greater than his equal. I would not have been made, but altered. Would I retain all of my magic of the now? Would I still keep every trick that I know?

Inquzt: (The amusement fell from his tone.) I would extinguish the spark of all that is Lhulgentri about you, save for your exterior image. You would bear no Lhulgentri magic. You would not NEED Lhulgentri magic.

Alsaedeis: I see. (She said softly, lowering the paper, and tossing it over to the table-top as if it meant nothing more to her at that moment.) What is this task I am to bear, Inquzt?

Inquzt: (that devious look returned, and he gave a grand bow of his head, his clawed hands coming together in a small steepled appearance.) I know the treachery of my own Creations, Alsaedeis. I know them very well indeed. As much as I admire my work when I created Xane, I appall how much leeway I gave the Nothing. When he completes his current task, he will possess something that I desire. I already know what he plans to do with it, and it is not what he is required to do.

Alsaedeis: He will turn traitor? (She mused quietly.) Then why not slay the soul you keep that bears his life? Why risk the treachery?

Inquzt: He can reach places of the world that no one else can. (was all he said for a few passing moments, his eyes unblinking, and focused upon her.) You cannot reach the item, and neither can he. BUT... his own servants of the now can.

Alsaedeis: Candin?

Inquzt: When his servants find the artifact, he will slay them and redeem the prize.

Alsaedeis: (She frowned deeply.) And what will he do with it?

Inquzt: Murder.

Alsaedeis: Is that such a bad thing?

Inquzt: The intimacy that a murderer and his victim share is beyond compare, Alsaedeis. I do not wish to get intimate with my Creation. (He scowled then, and turned as sharply as he could away from her, shuffling towards his dark corner again.) I want the item, Alsaedeis. You will bring it to me, and recieve your reward.

Alsaedeis: If he will murder YOU with this item that you speak of... how can I be sure that I myself won't fall victim of such a thing? (She turned to stare after him, her hands loose at her sides.) I've BEEN intimate with him, I do not wish anything beyond it...

Inquzt: (He didn't pause as he walked, but he kept talking.) If you ask me to grant you this changing immortality before your task, your question falls to deaf ears. I do not grant such a gift on those who do not prove worthy.

Alsaedeis: (She slowed her steps, a sly look to her face.) Did Xane prove worthy?

Inquzt: Xane was a failed experiment. He showed me that when you are in a world such as this, everything around you becomes corrupt and turns against you.

Alsaedeis: (her steps stopped completely.) So, you will kill me one day, then?

Inquzt: Probably.

Alsaedeis: (she frowned a bit, but it was really nothing more than she expected.) I see.

Inquzt: But, if you do not follow the same course that Xane has, then I do not see cause for it.

Alsaedeis: As long as I can serve you, my Lord Inquzt, I shall do nothing but. (she gave a small bow to his still walking form.)

Inquzt: Yes, I know. (was all he said as he disappeared into the darkness he had emerged from.)

Alsaedeis: (She gave a small glance back to the table the paper lay on, and then stepped for the door without further comment.)

Inquzt: (From the darkness, he spoke.) Alsaedeis.

Alsaedeis: (She paused just inside the door, one hand reaching up to catch a loose hold on the framing.) My Lord?

Inquzt: You will return later this night, and recieve the details of your task.

Alsaedeis: (she gave a small bow of her head in acknowledgement.) Indeed, my Lord. (a pause.) And Xane?

Inquzt: He gathers his own force to rise against me. I shall gather my own. Alsaedeis, if you want your chance to become greater, this is it. Your sister, and your past will be no more. Is that not what you desired?

Alsaedeis: (she gave a sweeping bow, leaning against the door frame to accomplish it.) Yes, my Lord Inquzt. (She righted herself, and once more turned to leave.)

Inquzt: (Letting her leave this time, but he still comments as she departs.) Your time here tonight has been very informative, Alsaedeis.

Alsaedeis: As has your own, my Lord. (She departed the room, and hurried through the smaller, hazier room to slip back out into the hallway. Shutting the iron doors behind her, she leaned against them, rustling the chains loudly. this had not gone completely according to what she wished to accomplish! Not at all! But she had the chance to take out her sister, and gain enough power that she could stamp out everything else that she wished in her own time. though she wouldn't get to torture her sister as much as she wanted, it was still worth it. And Xane would get his, in the end.... for everything he'd done up to this point... for every step forward he'd disallowed, and every step back he'd given her. How DARE he rip the chance for her to do what she so desired. Hmm.. perhaps things had gone a bit more according to her plan than she'd thought... afterall... Xane was, in all truth, soon to meet his end, and she'd no longer have him as the middle man between her and Inquzt...) (Alsaedeis pushed away from the door, regaining a bit of her confidence in the moment. with a barely noticeable smirk upon her delicate features, she wandered off down the hallway, past the glares, and the scurrying rats that paid her very little attention at all.)

Inquzt: (Inside, he milled around in his darkness, shuffling here and there, tending to his articles of science and magic. His strange face was void of expression, but he was surely bearing an amused air on the inside. Alsaedeis was, and would be in the future, much more easier to control than Xane. she was already more easily to manipulate. He knew she would shift to her own agenda if and when she could.... But without Izzen... the stone was useless to everyone... Xane... Alsaedeis... Himself... Aseria.. Inquzt trudged across the room, slipping from the darkness into the open light. Yes, without Izzen, the Mizzen Wii Stone was nothing more than a bauble for collectors of pretty things, or potentially magical items. He'd given the book he'd owned that bespoke of the stone to Xane a long while ago, hoping that the Nothing would search for and find the stone. He'd crush the magic-made soul and steal the stone, of course, but Xane hadn't known that at the time. Inquzt had no doubt that once Xane had the stone, he'd stop at nothing for Izzen. The Nothing had always been very placid about his place among the Thalrashka, but as of late, he'd seemed a bit disgruntled with his current standings. Like everyone around him, he desired power denied him. If Xane could have had Izzen and Mizzen Wii.... ) (Inquzt snaked his way deeper into the innards of his quarters. But Izzen was something that no one save for Aseria herself could have gotten to... no one except Inquzt himself, for he had been the one to place it there in the first place. Centered deep into a cavern of carved, polished stone, past many a trap and dangerous creature... Izzen was locked in a chamber with three magical seals. One seal was attuned to Aseria, one to Inquzt himself, and one to the Mizzen Wii Stone... The God-Slaying Sword could not be taken without Aseria and himself being in presense of the stone outside the seals. There would be only one way to gain access to the God-Slayer without being Aseria or Inquzt, and that was to slay both, or steal part of the essense of both parties. There was really no other way to gain access to the sword.... But... if Xane destroyed Inquzt, he'd need only, perhaps, to talk sweet with Aseria to gain access to the sword. If Xane possessed his own soul, he would be a force unstoppable by even the great Queen of the Thalrashka. They would both be a force so powerful that the world would be covered in darkness in less time it had taken to make the world itself. Inquzt decided it would be best to speak to Aseria of this matter before it grew any further into something that may very well slip out of control. Without the Mizzen Wii Stone, they could not weild the God-Slayer.... if the Stone was destroyed.... they would miss the one tangible chance that they had of killing Mystra herself. If only Alsaedeis realized how important hers and Xane's roles in this were, or how important the human bard was.... if only Alsaedeis knew that her sister, Ferret Ashenbow, was the Lady Mystra embodied... But Inquzt wasn't about to reveal such important secrets just yet. All in due time... All in due time...)

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Tuesday, August 26th, 2003
7:18 pm - To The Next Chapter, Continuing Carefully....

Alsaedeis: (woot... she's out the door now, but not before slamming it behind her, displaying a little more of her anger in this matter. the two lamps that are affixed to the wall on either side of the door frame rattle their discontent. outside in the hallway that is beyond the door, it is almost dark. there are no lights to speak of, but an eerie glow that seems to come from no where, yet is everywhere at once. the woman stands with her hands at her sides, clenched into fists, and her eyes are narrowed. This was a stunt that Xane had dared not pull before.... what was his game? obviously, letting her follow her own path was out of the question. As much as she knew the treachery within the Ranks themselves, she was appalled by the fact that she was no longer considered an equal partner. Was she ever? Feh. She grits her teeth angrily, and turns to the left, stepping away, out into the hall itself. Xane ... she couldn't defeat him in combat, so the only thing to do was comply with his orders... for now, anyway. if he wanted to "play rough" she would play... she'd play him right into a trap. Feh! with a hateful glare cast back to the door behind her, she continued on down the hall, her feet stomping like an angry child upon the floor beneath her, small creatures that looked like rats scattered away from her steps... Xane would NOT screw this up for her. She wouldn't have gotten leave for this if there wasn't something to be gained out of it.. she should have known that much... the glare turned into a devious smirk upon the whitened features as she moved further down the hall. If Xane wanted to play dirty, she could play dirty. ...... Oh yes.. It was time to pay a visit to Inquzt. Yes, indeed.....)


Candin: (Still lingering in the background, he looked oddly out of place at the moment... he said nothing, as was his place, and taking a step or two back, he went to propping himself up against the side of the desk once more. he merely watched with his cunning eyes, and pouted with his talented mouth.)

Xane: (he lifted a hand to wave it idly in Reese's direction, then crossed his arms tightly over his chest.) You know what... you can glare at me all you want, but that's not going to change your pathetic little destiny, is it? That old saying.. "If Looks Could Kill"...? Well, your not doing a very good job. Put some effort behind it. (he paused, watching the bard a moment, then his eyes shift towards the door.) If you hated doing HER bidding, you're going to hate MY bidding even more. (his eyes jerk back to the bard, seriousness playing hard across his handsome, derranged face.) Let's get a few things straight, you fuck.. I do my job for the perks, and the kicks. What I want is what I like. And what I like is pain, torture, blood, and death. Your role in the Thalrashkan service is key, and you're going to play the actor in this play whether you like it or not. I have more than enough ways to make you comply, though I'll be the first to admit some of those ways are growing old, or useless. It's hardly fun to torture someone who doesn't seem to feel it anymore, eh? I'm sure you've found this a mild reprieve, but I have ways of getting around this. Are you listening? (narrowing his eyes towards the bard.)

Candin: (he leaned a little further back, peering around Xane towards the human. Xane DID have ways of making those who couldn't feel pain FEEL pain... hard ways that wound up ripping your fucking mind apart, and leaving the pieces left wondering what the hell happened. Xane had ways to make the most powerful men fall into a state of shock, confusion, and panic. Perhaps it was the fact that, even if you did resist.. hellfire, even if you DID 'kill' Xane.. he'd still come back to try and kill YOU again. Xane was a complex.. .machine, if you will... and it took a little more than gutting him, or breaking his neck to kill him. Magic was useless against him, to a point. He was immune, unless it suited his situation to NOT be immune. Such a creature that could never die, yet was never truly alive to begin with. Hmm... maybe that was why he liked him so much? Devotion could be an evil thing...)

Reese: (He never bothered looking back towards the elfin woman as she left the room, knowing full well that she WAS leaving and wasn't looking back. Not that a part of him didn't expect it, the part of him that wasn't so empathic towards her own emotions and feelings on this situation - he knew full well that she viewed him as nothing more than a puppet and a hand with which to do her dirty deeds. And that Xane, certainly, viewed him as less... he probably couldn't think of just how he could compare how little Xane thought of him with anything else. No doubt that was why he much rather preferred being with Alsaedeis... magical leash not standing.) (Author not recalling whether or not our happy bard is or is not virgin to Xane's attentions all together, he stands there silently during the little speech, stilling that muscle that insists on revealing his inner thoughts on the matter. Not that his glare doesn't give him away or anything. ^_^") (Softly, just above a whisper, really:) Only because I have to.

Candin: (He tilted his head to the side, wanting to smile at the human's words, but .. he didn't. It wasn't because he was amused at the bard's lack of enthusiasm over this situation.. or that he was encouraging of his disobedience... no no... it was because he thought it was a cute remark, and nothing more. 'Only because I have to.' was the answer of a child that didn't want to follow its father's instructions because it didn't like them.. or agree with them. if he was allowed to hang around more often, Candin surely would have liked to spend more time with the bard.... if just to see what became of him.)

Xane: (He kept his arms crossed, and rolled his eyes a little at the response from the dark haired human before him.) You know... you sound alot like a certain bitch of a Lhulgentri did before her mind fell to totally corruption. Free will isn't something that fits well in this world, and you'd do well in your little mind to forget what the definition of it was. (he paused a second, averting his eyes a little to the side before settling them back to Reese.) Tell me, Traverees... in all your time with Alsaedeis, under her rather lacking grip, did you ever happen to overhear, or be told, what a Mizzen Wii Stone was? (though his voice is still has cold as ever, there is a small sense of annoyed patience found... he's being completely serious (for a change), and it's plain that the answer of this question could bring about change in the future path of the bard... whether it be good or bad.... all depending on the answer.....)

Candin: (He narrowed his eyes, no longer finding total 'amusement' in his thoughts of hanging around with the bard. If Xane got a positive answer.... he knew what was in store... likewise with a negative one. The Mizzen Wii Stone was a fabled item that many of the Thalrashkan sought. The stone was said to possess enough power to destroy Lhulgentri at their centers, and corrupt the hugely powerful Shalkantri... it had enough energy, when fitted correctly into the hilt of the sword known as 'Izzen', (--which roughly translated into 'God-Slayer' in the Thalrashkan Tongue --) the stone could harness and weild the power of the ancient weapon... they could kill the embodiment of the Lady Herself. There would be only one reason why Xane would ask such a question... His own Master, or perhaps Aseria herself, had located the embodiment of the Lady here in this pathetically stupid Realm of mortal creatures.... Candin blinked slowly, and straightened himself a bit, his hands slack at his sides. No wonder Xane had pulled the reins out of that stupid Lhulgentri's hands.... if she fucked something like this up... the one chance the Thalrashkan people had at coming to this greatness.... woe be the one that was in charge of the matter.... Hmm... maybe Xane cared a bit more than he let on? Doubtful... especially for a creature that had no feelings to begin with.... )

current mood: amused

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Wednesday, July 23rd, 2003
2:19 am - To Continue.....

Reese: (He makes no effort to avoid the slap, though he probably could if he wanted to, letting his head roll to the side under the blow. Slap to the head! ^-^) (Narrowing his eyes, he glares off to the side, pressing his lips together in a frown, but says nothing. As far as HE was concerned, the only thing that really got in his way of getting Ferret was Kestrel - or rather, Kestrel's use of magic. When he had followed Winter and Jhayne after returning to the realm, it was only his own reluctance to actually KILL the two women that let them get away from him. He was more than certain he could take down the women, even if they DID try casting magic on him, but with Kestrel thrown into the mix, it brought up difficulties. But to say as much? It would be nothing but an excuse, and he knew well enough that wasn't what Alsaedeis wanted to hear. Better to keep his mouth shut right now, and bring it up at a later time, when she wasn't so hostile.)

Alsaedeis: (she fumes quietly as she backs away from him, her hand perhaps slightly smudged with the blood that he'd been smattered with. she had backed away only a few steps, if even that much, but stopped there. she wrinkled her nose at Reese, and said nothing in response to Xane's comments. she did, however, continue to talk to the bard.) You've followed your target for HOW long, Traverees? HOW LONG? You were in the same ROOM with her, and you just let her leave... (disregarding the fact they had been teleported out, which even if she knew all the details, she wouldn't care anyway... ) Just let her WALK away, Traverees! You should have killed the obstacles! ALL your obstacles! But you let obstacles stop you, and now your quarry is GONE! GONE, Traverees! (she's trembling slightly, her hand threatening to raise again. instead, she turns away from him with a wisp of translucent clothing, and stalks a few paces away, her hands rising at her sides in an angered, rather defeated looking gesture.) How much power are you wanting to weild in order to complete your task? Does it take giving you the command of the entire Thalrashkan Army to get you to complete your mission?! DO YOU NEED THE POWER OF ASERIA HERSELF?!

Xane: (he lifted his head away from Candin with a scowl on his face. after a second, he just stopped paying attention to Candin altogether, bringing a whimper from the other man.) I won't stop Aseria from smiting you for a comment like that. Besides.. you couldn't get command for someone like HIM for even one HOUR let alone the months it's going to take him to get back on track with his mission.

Alsaedeis: (FUME, she looks over at Xane.) STOP REMINDING ME HOW LONG IT'S GOING TO TAKE, XANE!

Xane: (croons loudly, and pushes away from Candin. he wanders over towards Alsaedeis, and ducks a little as he circles her, his hands slipping out to rest lightly, fingers curled, around her hips.) Shh... stop screaming, unless my name is involved. Calm yourself, or vent your anger on the one that deserves it..

Alsaedeis: I'm not going to beat him, Xane.

Xane: Can I do it? (a pleading tone in his voice as he leans slowly closer, pressing against her back, and draping his head atop her shoulder, half tilted.)

Alsaedeis: (she smirked lightly, almost as if pondering the thought, but she wasn't... so..) (She shook her head a little, and reached up to pet Xane on the head, running her pale fingers through his dark, scraggly hair.) No... no, I think I should just ... leave him alone for a while. (of course, with her words she meant leave him alone.. completely alone... perhaps in a dark room, with no food, or water.. no bedding.. nothing... perhaps chained to a wall naked, or ankle deep in scorpions or something... maybe to think about what he should be doing. in the mean time, she would send a thalrashkan tracker to find the quarry, and then point her little minion in the right direction. he wasn't as obedient as she thought he should be.... and that needed.. mm.. correcting.)

Xane: You sure I can't 'spend time' with him?

Alsaedeis: Go spend time with your OWN pets, Xane...

Xane: (a small pout on his face, he glared over at Reese.)

current mood: apathetic

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Monday, July 21st, 2003
10:46 pm - (Random OOC-ness)


This is kinda amusing. ^-^ Though it's not the instant-ness of instant messenger, it's still fun! And we don't have to worry about LOGGING the fucking thing!

And we both have access to it whenever we want! I love this... ah.. why didn't we think of this thing earlier? o.O... Fuck a duck.. lmao...

current mood: amused

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9:49 pm

FLASH GONE! HAHAHAHHAHAHAAH! coughcoughurkCollapse )

current mood: RPG! RPG!

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