Edelsteine
This is the Journal for Edelsteine Melanctha, Weaver of Shadows. Please do not post unless you have the expressed permission of Eirnae.
Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar
"What happens to the wide-eyed observer when the window between reality and unreality breaks and the glass begins to fly?"
~ Author Unknown ~
Let it be known to all who visit this journal that this Eirnae is not the Eirnae you may know, and yet she is.
I know, confusing. Let me explain it better.
The moment Eirnae placed Melanctha's gem against the back of her neck, reality writhed at the conflicting surge of the gem's power against her Fa'e daughter, Shina, and her connection with Eirnae. After a brief moment of constant shifting between possible realities, Eirnae's then reality shattered and pieced itself back together. Thus Eirnae's alternate from another reality entered this one, wearing the gem on her neck in the original's stead.
The first Eirnae left the Edelsteine shop in a daze, heading home to be with her family. The second took in her surroundings and shook her head free of its cobwebs before also heading home. The second's home turned out to be a copy of Eirnae's Rose Cottage, which materialized in a separate while similar pocket dimension to the first. This second version of Eirnae came with her own Alimus, and has most of the first's memories. These will fade in time, leaving her only with her past memories from before Eirnae arrived in Gaia.
Will these two ever meet? Only time will tell.
1 - Truth of the Matter (Edelsteine Post)
2 - Facing the Gate (Navigation)
3 - Rules of Entry (Rules)
4 - Silent Images (Photo Album)
5 - Nicks in the Wall (Timeline)
6 - Weaver of Shadows (About Melanctha)
7 - Shadowdancer (About Eirnae)
8 - Treasures in the Dark (Mel's Possessions)
9 - Inner Circle (Those Mel Protects)
10 - Listen, Learn, Adapt (Mel's Followers)
11 - Guiding Light (Mel's Companions)
12 - Shadow Puppets (Other Edelsteine)
13 - Dolls on a Shelf (Edelsteine Plushies)
14 - Where Paths Cross (Plot List, Links)
15 - Don't be a Fool (Credits/Disclaimer)
Eirnae speaks in black.
Alimus speaks in wine red.
Melanctha speaks in dark gray.
Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar
1. This version of Eirnae lives in a pocket dimension, in a copy of her original home, called Rose Cottage because of its well loved rose garden that creeps up the sides of the cottage's outer walls. The location of the cottage is only given out to those that she trusts. If you wish to roleplay leaving a gift for Melanctha in this diary, and your character has not been informed of the cottage's location, please just say that it arrived in her rented mailbox, which is in Barton.
2. If you have a character that has been bonded to an Edelsteine, and wish to interact with Melanctha at any time (whether here or in the shop itself), please send me a PM with a date and a time, and we'll work something out. Melanctha is also known to inspire her host body to stalk those she's intrigued by, and I do take 'stalking requests'. *Chuckles*
3. Melanctha is very much a flirt, a tease, and a trickster. She enjoys nothing more than a well executed prank, or to work someone into a full body blush. These are meant as IC executions, mostly for her amusement, and are not intended to offend anyone. Feel free to tell me when she's crossed a line you aren't comfy with OOC.
Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar
(( Jewel stage image being located... ))
Who is this, deep within my head?
I heard a voice, not what was said.
I search for truth in shadowed halls,
Amongst the cobwebs, where she calls.
A piece of what was lost is found.
You run me, baby, to the ground.
Keep it up, don't want to die here.
This ain't my day, but it's my year.
Homage for the Darkling Sister
The Weaver's Wardrobe
"Just let the wardrobe do the acting."
~ Jack Nicholson ~
1. "Custom Leathers" - by Criteria
The Weaver's Gallery
She who is the Shadow, the cold yet seductive whisper in your ear.
1. "Two Souls, One Face" - by Ivynian (Official portrait)
2. "A Little Gray" - by Draconayzia
3. "Shadow Scarved" - by Tsumi no Batsu
4. "Silken Destiny" - by Hagane Hotaru
5. "Playful Smirk" - by Wyndsong
The Host's Gallery
She who emerges from Shadow, only to be swallowed by it.
1. "Got Shadow?" - by Rebel
2. "Strike a Pose" - by Lenore Slytherin-Natenhar
3. "Cautious Aura" - by .fox.
4. "Cute as a Button" - by Neo-Zoisy
Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar
(Oct. 25th, 2004) Eirnae's sapphire cracks, and Laele hatches. The little Dream wastes no time in supping while Eirnae works on her latest trap design.
(Oct. 18th, 2004) Wandering into a random shop, Eirnae comes across what seems to her to be a large sapphire, which the owner of the shop lets her keep. She's unable to determine the gem's exact worth, and keeps it on a pillow in her bedroom.
(Oct. 15th, 2004) Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar walks into a shop that is selling some very unique jewels. After a wrenching of realities, the original leaves the shop in a daze, not noticing the small black feathered wings that have sprouted from the sides of her head. The other blinks away her confusion, and reaches up to brush her fingers against a similar pair of tiny wings with amazement, not realizing that she has become the vessel for the Weaver of Shadows.
Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar
True Name: Melanctha ( female, Greek, "Black flower" )Old Titles: Weaver of Shadows, Keeper of Secrets, the Lady of Masks, the Cloak of Night
New Titles: Lady of Shadows, Dancer in the Shadows, RÃoghan Sgáile ( Gaelic for "Lady Shadow" )
Age: Older than I care to remember.
Origin:
Spun from my father and cast into being, my senses were at once filled with freedom as they were pain. I pushed and clawed at that which burned me, blinded as I was I did not realize what I attacked. It was all I could do to writhe and slash in torment, till I felt torn away from the brightness and had time to shield myself. I felt lessened. My power had been halved. I cast out my awareness to realize there was another beside me, dark as I in form but twisted in intent. I recoiled, turning myself towards the Light to stare into two faces of intense beauty. I learned what envy was then, and admiration. They felt such as they seared me with their eyes, their anger also stroking at my consciousness. I took what emotions they gave and made them a part of myself. I reached out to touch these faces, their budding curiosity making me wonder if their beauty could be taken as their feelings, but they lashed out at me with sizzling fingers. Only then did I understand that they were the ones who had hurt me, and I them.
Height:
I was anywhere that a shadow was cast, and had no need to be measured for my 'height'. I always had preferred to be rather tall and statuesque when I chose to don a physical form, yet now I find myself as a five foot one elven female. I'm sure that when the others see me they will be amused by the irony of the situation.
Weight:
I was light as that which I weave, but now I lug a little over one hundred pounds around. Yes, most of that is muscle, and this body is very agile and flexible, but that is nothing compared to weighing less than a feather and becoming incorporeal.
Blood Type:
Such a thing was not a concern before, but now it seems I have temporarily adopted my host's 'blood type' of O+.
Appearance:
I don't understand the need to describe how one looks. I was the Lady of Masks, and am not used to being caged to just one form. I have never wished to remain solid for long, if I can help it. To be so makes me vulnerable. Why not remain as the shadows that I was born from? No one can harm me when I have no form to attack. However, things being as they are, I am currently possessed of a body that is of elven stock. Long pointed ears, a slight tilt to the outer edge of the eyes, high cheekbones, that sort of thing. Some of my old favorite features to include when I materialized often show while I am in control, such as my wings, my nearly black gray eyes, and the gray tips to this body's hair.
Family:
My family is vast, and yet most mean nothing. Born of Destruction, all looked to me as if I were as him. My brother, he who was ever my equal in our shared element, is but a hazy memory that refuses to be refined. My opposites, my bright sister and her twin, are my enemies. They tore at my shadows every sun rise, while I smothered their light to prepare for Luna's climb into the skies. Though we schemed against one another, we were deadlocked to maintain the balance that the others treasured so highly. I wonder where they are now?
Friends:
One, and I had thought our friendship lost. I shared a sisterhood with Wind, we two traded our information as mortals would coin or favors. It pleased me to see her again, and to renew our ties.
Special Someone:
There once was... no, I don't wish to speak of it.
Companions:
I am followed by this body's shadowkin and a curious winged being. Both are loyal, and devoted, and the little dream, Laele, does have some interesting ideas.
Acolytes:
I shall have to start recruiting once more.
Followers:
As far as I know, my children, beyond my shadow born creations, either converted to another or did not survive.
Likes:
In this, perhaps, I will indulge you. I once strove for my faithful to imitate my acts of cunning and skill. After all, how best can one keep their mind sharply active unless they are willing to see how others will react to certain situations? No harm in getting a bit of a laugh while practicing, and all the better if the target learns from the experience as well. I do so enjoy the spark of realization within those I help through sleight of hand, or a well timed sentence. Their laughter, their anger, or their wounded pride opens their minds more than they could ever comprehend. I take in these lessons, and even now I still learn from them. My followers are not here to fulfill these tasks, so I must take them up myself.
Another delight that I tried to upkeep as often as possible was the fine art of following another without them realizing it. I am currently seeking those deserving of my interest, and once I find one I will need to see just how observant they truly are. The shadows were once my flesh, so I made no sound as I remained close to those I chose. My form blended within the darkness, and thus I could not be seen. I sometimes got so close that I could be their very breath at times, yet I gave off no scent. A very rare few spotted me in the past, one being my sister. Her shine may have granted me thick shadows no matter where she went, but I could never hide from her seeking eyes. Now I realize just how out of practice I am. It is so bothersome to be trapped within this mortal shell. Nevertheless, Eirnae has some useful talents that will aid me till my strength returns. On occasion, her instincts are parallel to my own, as reluctant as she is to admit to it.
My final love, and likely the one to be my downfall... again. I yearn for the flush of warmth that I myself can never produce, no matter how beloved I may find another. My shadows are cold, and their adoration hollow. My greatest weakness, the quickening pulse of those I steal close to. A touch of fingertips against a cheek, a light brush of lips before I slip away to admire them from within the cloying strands of my weave... all sneak into my mind even as I wrap my arms around myself and remind my wandering thoughts that such things never last. I am tempted to take another lover, now that I have been granted this respite. Yet I sense a part of me resists being so casual with my relations. Either I have changed during my long absence from this world, or Eirnae has more influence over me than I'd like.
Dislikes:
As I've already told you of what I enjoy, I might as well counter it with what I don't. If anyone wishes to get on my bad side, all they have to do is attempt to harm one that I have marked as mine. I am quite choosy in who receives this honor, but once I have done so, they are under my protection and shall not be abused by anyone. I don't even care if it's another god that I'll have to deal with as a result.
I detest the premise that so many have the audacity to toss over my reputation. I do not murder babies in their sleep or eat them. I do not seek to bring pain to those that are on the receiving end of my lessons. While I may be interested in learning more about those that I stealthily follow, I do not do so to violate them. I seek to teach others to open their eyes to the world around them, not to bring them down into my darkness and 'drain their life force from them'. If I could do that, why would I have lost my strength as my followers left me? Those who speak thus of me will learn that by calling me cruel, they are only encouraging me to make them the more constant targets of my teachings.
My sister and brother of Light, wherever they are now, have always hated me. Once I understood who they were, I sought to come close to them, to bask in their warmth and share in their emotions. I don't know why they pushed me away, sending me spinning into the vast nothingness that I made my realm. Perhaps my darkness had frightened them, or was it my icy touch?
Unique Powers/Talents:
As this body changes, I am able to tap into some of what I once was, but not for very long. Eirnae's gifts as a shadowdancer sustain my need for stealth for now, and for travel, yet I believe these will not last. I have regained some of my control over those associated with the shadows, though this is currently meager at best. I can also call my shadows about myself and others in a shroud of darkness that dims not only sight, but sound and smell as well. Admittedly, I have used my strength to utilize my wings to fly, but not for more than thirty or so minutes.
Weapon(s) of Choice:
The others of the divine circle mostly chose to have their weapons crafted by He of the Forge. While I admit that his work was superb, and likely will be again, such never appealed to me. Thus I created my own, spinning strands of shadow into near solidity and winding them about me. I normally wore these as decorative ribbons, though with a thought they could become wire-thin threads that moved as I bid. I perfected their use as whips, often twisting them together to form a long coil. They also served well as a tool for binding another, if necessary, though if my target struggled they had a tendency to draw blood. A few times I had the pleasure of removing limbs with them, just to see if I could. I like to think that the garrote that I've heard of since my revival was inspired by my experimentations. Once my strength returns these shall be recreated, if only to regain a part of my past.
Currently:
Eirnae's disapproval of my past methods is a constant reminder of our agreement to share in all things. There is much that she would have me repent for. The strange thing is, I find myself agreeing with her.
Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar
Name: Eirnae ( female, Elven, "Sharp whisper" ) Natenhar ( Elven, "Ancient seeker of wisdom" )Age: 134
Race: 50% Moon Elf, 25% Wood Elf, 25% Fey
Height: 5' 1"
Weight: 104 lbs.
Blood Type: O+
Appearance:
Shoulder length dark blond hair that is shorter in the back, a small pair of incorporeal black feathered wings to either side of her head, mischievous sea green eyes that seem to glow bright green when she's angry, an oval dark blue gem where her 'third eye' is considered to be, curved and pointed ears, slender yet toned, lightly tan smooth skin
Family:
She has a mother and father back home in the Realms, but the way back seems closed to her.
Friends:
She has yet to make any friends within Gaia, as she was knocked out not long after receiving her strange new gem.
Special Someone:
While she does flirt from time to time with those she finds attractive, no one in particular has caught her eye.
Companions:
Alimus (her bonded Shadowkin), Laele (her Dream)
Personality:
Eirnae tends to be matter of fact, tact not being her greatest strength. She is motherly towards those she cares about, protecting them against mental and physical pain when she can. She's the shoulder to cry on, the cheerleader when her friends are down, but overall she's the protector interposing herself in harm's way, whether it be a simple argument or an all out fight. Though a bit bossy at times, as she often sees her way as being the best way, Eirnae isn't however stubborn. She will listen to others and take their advice, even over her own opinion if the advice is sound enough. Regarding her chosen profession, Eirnae doesn't come off as a thief at all. In fact with the way she's equipped and how she carries herself many seem surprised that she's capable of picking a lock better than most. She's rather proud of that, and only will use her skills if they are required. As for her abilities as a shadowdancer, she treats these as gifts from Eilistraee and uses them even more sparsely than her thief skills. She cannot help the fact that Alimus travels with her everywhere she goes, but she can remind him to stay out of sight when amongst strangers.
Likes:
Eirnae likes to spend time in her garden, talk with Alimus and her other companions, dance, listen to and perform music, craft jewelry, take care of animals (her own, those that belong to others, and those that are wild), keep up her training, and make sure she is on top of the flow of information that makes its way through her part of the world.
Dislikes:
Those who would threaten the weak, not being able to figure out problems so she can start solving them, feeling helpless, not being able to protect those that she loves, not being able to return home to her own dimension, being bored
Unique Powers/Talents:
She has finely tuned senses, an empathic link with Alimus, an aptitude for dance and music, is skilled at gathering information, and can use magical items to their full effectiveness ... most of the time. She is well trained in the use of the composite longbow, b*****d sword, and daggers, the latter for both hand-to-hand and throwing. She often wears light armor, as she knows how to use her stealth, sneak attacks, and fast reflexes despite the physical restrictions such clothing can create.
Being a shadowdancer, Eirnae has some skills that would appear mystical to another being observing them. With these skills she can manipulate shadows to do her will.
Hide in Plain Sight - As long as there are shadows near her Eirnae can blend into them and effectively disappear.
Dark Vision - Eirnae can see in perfect darkness for up to 60 feet, though it will be in black and white.
Summon Shadow - As she advances as a shadowdancer, Eirnae will be able to call more living Shadows to her, but for now she only has one Shadow companion. This companion is not evil in nature, in fact its 'alignment' mimics that of Eirnae herself, therefore it cannot be 'sent into the ether' by a holy influenced person, or seduced by one aligned with evil.
Shadow Illusion - Once a day Eirnae can form a silent image out of shadow, which will remain in place for up to one day or until she releases it.
Shadow Jump - Eirnae has developed the ability to open rifts in the Shadow Plane and walk into them, then travel through that Plane to reach the destination she wishes much faster than she could otherwise. If the distance is short, as in under a few miles, the transportation on the Material Plane's time line is instantaneous.
Weapon(s) of Choice:
Nes'sar ("Heart seeker" in Elven) was Eirnae's first b*****d sword, and a gift from her father. Nes'sar has a straight steel, three and a half foot blade that was masterfully crafted for excellent balance and a keen edge. Its hilt is composed of shaped steel that was wrapped tightly with fine black leather, a sapphire embedded at its end. It was enchanted to be magically sharp, accurate, and to icily bite into the flesh of an opponent prior to when it was passed down to Eirnae. Her second b*****d sword, Bael'tae ("Holy guardian" in Elven), is one that she had commissioned while commanding her mercenary group in the northern regions of Faerun. Bael'tae boasts an adamantine blade of equal length to Nes'sar, though it is slightly curved. Its handle is of smoothed rowan wood, also wrapped with black leather. Eirnae paid to have Bael'tae enchanted with the same sharpness and accuracy as Nes'sar, but she also had the blade infused with holy energy. Her composite longbow may not be magical, but her father made the beautifully carved rowan bow for her over the course of two years, so she treasures it. She also has her ten steel, silver-edged kunai, throwing daggers that can be used as hand to hand weapons in dire circumstances. Eirnae also always has her adamantine dagger, Needle, hidden away in its sheath in her right boot, its magical enhancements making it both more accurate as well as to have more of a sting once it tastes flesh.
Armor:
Her armor is mostly leftovers from her mercenary days, though she often wears her night leathers as an outfit unto their own. Her night leathers truly are not leathers at all, more like a catsuit made from tightly woven spidersilk dyed a deep black. If she's headed into a dangerous situation she will also wear her mithral chain shirt, though by its greasy black surface due to its various enchantments one wouldn't recognize it as such. If you see her wearing a black vest with dark blue embroidery, be informed that vest is not a mundane piece of clothing. It is a Vest of Escape, a magical item that she can call lockpicks from with a thought as well as use its enchantments to enhance her abilities to slip out of just about any restraint.
Currently:
Trying to figure out how to make the best of her current situation, as being possessed by a deity wasn't exactly where she planned for her life to go.
Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar
I've always loved books, so I couldn't help but pick up a few to help me better understand this world I seem to have 'popped into'. One of the above is my journal, but if you can't tell which one it is, who am I to end that mystery?
Knowledge is power, or so they used to say. I must understand more of this new era.
The tiny silver key that came with my journal's lock. I've since added it to my collection of charms that I wear on a platinum chain necklace.
Secrets are my hidden power, for one learns many if they listen from the shadows.
My secrets I covet more than others, and so this key will never leave me.
I couldn't get this thing out of my hand for most of the day after I bought it, and that wasn't by choice. Next time I find something that Mel adores, I hope she simply says she likes it instead of making me keep a deathgrip on it.
Such a pretty thing, and stronger than it looks. I don't see myself carrying it with me everywhere, but it should be nice for special occasions.
Call me crazy, but when I discover something that spooks me, I keep it under lock and key. Then I can study it at my leisure, and be sure it's not about to sic a curse on me or something along those lines. This thing is hanging on the wall above the living room's fireplace, so I have to see it every day. I want to condition myself to be used to it, because it's embarrassing to think that this mask scared me that much. I'm working on an enchanted glass case to stick it in, just to be careful. I'll be trapping it, too. If it does have some some sort of sentience lurking inside, I'm not letting it float off the wall to get me or Alimus while we're at rest.
Such a laugh, to see her become this paranoid about something she's brought upon herself. She should know better than to go poking around in my memories, the meddling fool. My information must be earned, not stolen. We'll see if this piece of the past serves as a strong enough reminder of my rules.
Isn't this adorable? It reminds me of my Laele, though sadly it doesn't match her beauty in the slightest. Just the same, I find it comforting to cuddle during my trance.
What is with this woman and her snuggling of inanimate, stuffed objects?
If we must sidle up to something, it ought to have warmth for us to enjoy.
Whatever could this be? It just showed up on the porch of the cottage one day.
An intriguing object. I'm still puzzling over how to open it, as it seems sealed by powerful energies. Simply fascinating.
Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar
Name: Beryl, "Keeper of the Wind"Relationship: Ally, friend
In the beginning, our relationship was nothing but professional. Both of us were dealers in secrets, having ways of overhearing things without others knowing. She through her breezes and I through my shadows, we gathered each trickle of information that graced our ears and met to line up gleaming bits of what we knew in front of us to compare and then barter. It became a form of amusement for us both to try and beat the other to the latest and greatest news. A game of sorts, and one which we all too readily let our attention get sucked into.
I took to staying near Wind when she attended Court, partially due to our familiarity. Though the others would use my talents for tasks in exchange for favors, they were not so inclined as to be seen with me. Wind never seemed bothered by the chill of my presence, even with my veil of darkness wrapped about her the few times such was needed. Speaking of which, I believe I can safely say our friendship began in earnest the first time she and I worked together to cover the tracks of a clutch of her followers from invaders. She required my aid for the act to be subtle, and in the end I waved the fee. Even then, the transition from our business arrangement to sisterhood took many centuries.
Now we have found one another again. Her pleasure at seeing me was strong enough to last me for several days. As I always am with her, I was careful to not take too much. Just enough so the aching joy of friendship could be rekindled in my heart. I aim to revive my networks and restart the flow of information between Wind and I. Together, perhaps we can restore the balance of the reborn Court.
Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar
Floating Dolls( In continuity, but the RP has yet to be inputed into the diary. I know, I know, I'm working on it! ><; )
Shadow Children( Same as the above. Heh, you thought the hovering dollies were disturbing? These are what lurk within those pretty shells. )
Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar
Alimus ( male, Elven, "Shadow companion" )This shadow is the first that Eirnae summoned to her side many years ago, and he's been with her ever since. He has proven to be a shifter amongst his kind, which isn't an uncommon trait for shadowkin. His usual form is that of a sleek and muscular jaguar with a soft fur coat that constantly shifts between shades of gray and black. It's this fur color as well as his soulful coal black eyes that are his unchanging traits. An example of this would be if he ever chose to imitate Eirnae's form, as his eyes would remain black voids instead of turning sea green at the irises and his skin would be a dark gray with twin lines of black spots running from just under each ear all the way down his sides to his ankles.
He speaks Common and Elven when his vocal cords allow it, and possesses a natural sensual grace. Though such does shift a bit with his choice of form, his highly attuned senses are something that can be relied upon. No matter what his shape may be, he always retains his night vision and empathic link with Eirnae. Of course, Alimus has an eye for dark places in any area, as such are one of his favorite hideaways.
Alimus instinctively knows how to use his teeth and claws, and when in forms that do not sport these things he will often adapt the form so it does if the need arises. When a living being is struck by either of these there is a high chance that their physical strength will be sapped by negative energy. This 'stat damage' is cumulative but not permanent, and will return to them in a few hours time.
Hide in Plain Sight - As long as there are shadows near him, Alimus can blend into them and effectively disappear.
Alimus follows Eirnae/Melanctha just about everywhere that she goes, often hitching a ride within her shadow.
Laele ( female, Elven, "Night hawk" )Though their bond is a recent one, that doesn't make it any less strong. Laele is a curiosity unto herself, as her wings' longer feathers sparkle like the night sky. She came into Eirnae's possession by the calling of the rogue within the shadowdancer, who's always had a weakness for things that shine. The little blue egg much resembled a perfectly round sapphire to her widened eyes, and was very surprised when the shop owner simply nodded and said it was hers when she plucked it up and asked how much he wanted for it. Suspecting a trap, yet unable to turn aside a freebie, she carried the wee thing home in a thick sack and then proceeded to watch it like a hawk for the next few days. She was surprised yet again when Laele worked her way out of her blue prison, and chirruped lovingly at the sight of her Bonded so close by. The little Dream weaseled her way into Eirnae's heart very quickly, as the Dream's wit often served as both humor and inspiration. Nowadays, the two are rarely seen without one another, Laele often being perched on Eirnae's shoulder so she can whisper ideas into the shadowdancer's ear. It's no wonder that Eirnae has taken to calling Laele her muse.
Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar
Harmodius [Creation/Destruction] - His name seems so foreboding. Father, you are no longer in balance. Can nothing be done?
Lucius [Universe] - (...)
Gianfar [Knowledge] - (...)
Byrne [Rebirth] - (...)
Beryl [Wind] - I remember meeting Draconayzia before I fell into that coma, or whatever it was. What has happened to her? My most trusted ally, and dearest friend.
Eamnonn [Hunt] - (...)
Morpheus [Dream] - (...)
Kaelin [Water] - (...)
Revei [Dream] - Hearing the name of Dream made her shut me out entirely. What is she trying to hide? A memory, bubbling up through my weave, yet it is hazy and undefined.
Khiviance [Love] - We've heard warnings of this one from Wind, yet I have yet to see her. Love and I had our playful times together, though the last trick she played on me was too painful to forgive.
Lisana [Laughter] - (...)
Illumin [Light] - Yet another name that she won't share information about, at least not yet. Brother, where is your sister? When I see you, will your hatred of me remain?
Evadne [Mountain] - (...)
Echo [Music] - (...)
Panacea [Medicine] - (...)
Yschadeh [Arcane] - (...)
Tilion [Lunar] - (...)
Kishara [Gaia] - (...)
Chalybis [Forge] - (...)
Calico [Insanity] - (...)
Nergal [Underworld] - (...)
Gelezis [Magnetism] - (...)
Desiderio [Love] - (...)
Tera Ilana [Archery] - (...)
Caolan [Suffocation] - (...)
Shkhin [Plague] - (...)
Halhigil [Assassination] - (...)
Melanthos [War] - (...)
Lucidique [Suffering] - (...)
Tien [Trickery] - (...)
Jahara [Poison] - (...)
Phaedra [Greed] - (...)
Chari [Charity] - (...)
Cosine [Number] - (...)
Arctang [Number] - (...)
Tien-lung [The Celestial Dragon] - (...)
Shen-Lung [The Spiritual Dragon] - (...)
Ti-Lung [The Earth Dragon] - (...)
Futs-Lung [The Underworld Dragon] - (...)
Mang [Dragon Emissary] - (...)
Yu [The Five Claws Dragon] - (...)
Great Chien-Tang [River Dragon Commander] - (...)
Ying Long [Twin Crown's Mount] - (...)
Qian Lung [The Black Dragon] - (...)
Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar
Welcome to the land of OOC, where I place the plushies of the Edelsteine that I support out of character. Why just that? Well, while Mel may be willing to have allies, she's however not willing to offer homage to a fellow deity. Something about "That's what mortals are for", or some such.
Beryl - If I didn't have Beryl's plushie here, Mel would eat me for dinner with a nice chianti. Lucky for me, I love Beryl for many reasons beyond avoiding becoming a part of a well balanced meal. The fact that my good friend, Drac, is the creative force behind her certainly is one of them.
Eamnonn - The father of Beryl's little ones, and the target for Mel's future teachings. Whether he likes it or not.
Bryne - This deity is more of an unknown to me, but he's such a sweetheart that I had to put him up here. It's my hope that Mel runs into him soon.
Harmodius - Where would the Edelsteine be without Harmodius? Answer, trapped in assorted gems and likely watching really cheesy soap operas on cable. What? They are deities, they must have the higher connections in Limbo!
Destruction - Melanctha's 'father', so to speak. They've never been particularly close, though she has somehow managed to stay on his good side.
Lucius - Dear lordy, this boy has issues. I mean, ISSUES. But we love him for said issues, don't we?
Gianfar - I remember the days when I didn't have Mel lurking in my creative processes, and I was merely a stalker.. ah... a lurker in the Edelsteine thread. Gianfar was always there back then, and I love how he was roleplayed.
Illumin - Light's gotten a heck of a lot more tolerable over time. In the beginning he was nearly as unbearable as Mel! Kidding, kidding ... Anyway, I really like what Sosi's done with him. Cheers to you, dear! Now to see how he and the Weaver get along. *Rubs sunscreen on Mel*
Kaelin - Another Edelsteine I know little of. From what I hear, he is beholden to many, and regarded as someone very kind and easy to talk to.
Made you look. *Snickersnorts*
Melanctha: I'll have you know that none of the above quotes are from any god I've known.
Eirnae: It's been a while, Mel. I'm sure they've found time to make some new mistakes.
And something else, all in the name of good fun.
Eirnae: And bad puns.
Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar
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Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar
The concept and original art of the Edelsteine are copyright of: Ivynian
Melanctha's personality and story belong to: Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar
This diary's theme set was designed by: Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar
I owe the gift of being able to roleplay Melanctha to my good friend, Draconayzia. Thank you, Drac, for inspiring and encouraging me.