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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 12:30 pm
~ To Save A King ~
The world of Faerie has always existed beside the Earthworld, peacefully mingling with the Earthworld whenever the Faerie people desired it. And the same was true for humans who would wander into Faerie. During this time, Faerie was ruled over by a peaceful High King who made sure that Faerie always remained safe from harm.
However, like many worlds, Faerie soon fell to the Shadow. The High King was imprisoned by a trecherous being who desired to rule both Faerie and the Earthworld. After dethroning the High King, he ascended to the throne with his allies to back him up. Faerie fell into utter chaos, which in turn affected those in the Earthworld who still believed in and saw Faerie magick.
In an attempt to free the High King, his Tanaiste gathered together a band of six heroes and heroines from both Faerie and the Earthworld to aid in this process.
Table of Contents Post 1: Story/Plot Post 2: Rules/Characters Post 3: Profiles Post 4: Dictionary of Important Terms to Faerie Post 5: Reserved
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 12:35 pm
The Rules
1. All Guild rules apply. 2. No God-moding. You are not invincible, you do not get one hit KOs, you take on damage. 3. Have fun! 4. Character wise, only two human heroes allowed. 5. Not so much a rule, but you can be a character that isn't part of any side. You can also have as many NPCs as needed for your character. I just ask you let me know so I can add them to the list.
The Characters
True High King: Meilranh (NPC) Tanaiste: Ailfred (Lunar Wolf-Piggy) False King: King Donn, Myrge (Lady Dracor)
The Band of Heroes and Heroines: 1. Ferial ~ Lady Dracor 2. Caoimhe ~ Solar Kitty-chan 3. 4. Gwenhwyfar Aderyn O'Connor ~ Solar Kitty-chan 5. Faolan ~ Clueit 6. Moll ~ Pink de Rais
Minions of the False King: Dubheasa ~ Lunar Wolf-Piggy Branwen ~ Shelby Pierre-San Ivan the Incorrigable ~ Pink de Rais Black Angus ~ Pink de Rais
Other Characters(good, Bad, Neutral)/NPCs: Jei ~ Lady Dracor Orrtha ~ TomitheWeaver Nyx ~ NPC of TomitheWeaver
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 12:36 pm
Character Profiles
Name: Age: Gender: Race: (Can be anything as long as it fits with the faerie theme [ie- no aliens or something unrealistic like that. Werecreatures, vampires, etc. will be accepted in limited numbers, mostly for the villains.) Physical Description: (See Avvie NOT acceptable!) Weapons: Magick : (If applicable - Fairies, Pixies, or if you can give a -good- reason for it) Background:
Please send all profiles to me via PM.The Royals (Ard Ri, False Ard Ri, Tanaiste) Quote: Name: Ard Ri Meilranh Age: 2.5 millenia, looks mid 20s Gender: Male Race: Faerie Physical Description: Meilranh is quite tall for the faerie race, his hair is about shoulder length and brilliant silver in colour, his wings are larger than many faeries and they are dazzling gold in colour, his build is average, but he's far from average Weapons: none, his weapon is in the possesion of the false Ard Ri Magick: Able to manipulate energy, his magic is thunder and lightning Background: Meilranh was once personal advisor to the Ard Ri, he had become trusted and loved by all people and the Ard Ri of the time had always relied on his services. Once that Ard Ri had passed away, the people had voted Meilranh into power as the last Ard Ri had left no Heir. The world of Faerie had flourished under Meilranh's rule, but another became jealous of Meilranh's power, and had managed to capture him while he was offguard, and Usurp his position. Meilranh now waits in a cell, until someone can come and rescue him from a grisly fate. Quote: Name: Myrge Age: Looks to be in his early twenties Gender: Male Race: Elf Physical Description: He has long, flowing hair that is dark with a sheen the colour of blood. He wears it in a high ponytail with beads throughout it. His ears are long and pointed. The left has three piercing and an additional two piercings in his cartilage. His right ear has five piercings and one piercing in his cartilage. His eyes are dark green and long-lashed. He has fangs and smirks readily. He is well muscled and despite the danger he presents, women find him beautiful. Weapons: A large quantity of knives and daggers, and an intricate pole with a large blade of a metal that was forged in poison at the end. With a thought of will, Myrge can turn it into an equally deadly sword. Magic: War magic. Aka violent spells that don’t do nice things. At all. Background: He does not think logically, and is more than borderline crazy. However, he hides that fairly well, despite the fact he loves to do nothing more than slit someone’s throat. Myrge is intelligent and loves war; the bloodier the better. When the false king asked him to become the general of his army, he was ecstatic. In charge of an army with a lot of people to subdue, so many excuses for bloodshed. He really hates to be told what to do, considering he’s working for a king, this may not be a good thing. However, he will at least listen to his younger sister, whom he will protect at all costs. She is a quiet, gentle, frail woman who is in many ways unlike her brother. Quote: Name: Ailfred, the Tanaiste Age: A millenia or two younger than the High King. Gender: Male Race: Faerie Physical Description: Ailfred is a tall, muscularly built Faerie. His head has no hair, and it shines in just about any light. His wings are a pale silver, which many have believed that would have been his hair colour if he'd had any. He wears long robes, usually in shades of red and purple. Weapons: A large staff he uses as a walking stick. Magick: Limited, Vague Divination Background: Ailfred — (AL-frid) Irish Gaelic form of Alfred, from OE ælf "elf, supernatural being" + ræd "counsel".
Since he was half a millenia old, Ailfred knew that it was his life-long ambition was to serve the High King. It was realized when he become the Tanaiste. As the Tanaiste for the True High King, Ailfred was overly furious when Donn took control of the throne. He used his powers in Divination to its fullest extent in order to bring together the Band of Heroes and Heroines in order to save Faerie and the Earthworld. The HeroesQuote: Name: Caoimhe (Kee-va) Age: Looks to be about 16 Gender: Female Race: Faerie Physical Description: Long black hair with vibrant purple streaks running through it. She has dark amethyst eyes and very pale skin. She wears clothes made of purple rose petals that, when under a Faerie Glamour, look to be made out of the finest purple silks. Her wings are translucent with a purple shimmer and upon her head she always wears a crown of violets. Weapons: None Magick: Caoimhe is good with working Glamours as well as using Earth-based magick to get the flowers to bend to her will. Background: Caoimhe is a Flower Fairy who has served under the High King for as he was in power. She was a very playful spirit, always wandering into the Earthworld to cause mischief in flower gardens. She has never fought in conventional ways; her magick is stronger than her skill with weaponry. Quote: Name: Feriel Age: 20-ish Gender: Male Race: Elf Physical Description: Long, flowing lavender hair with some darker purple streaks. He has large, shimmering blue eyes and faintly pink lips. He dresses carefully and never clashes. He’s about 5’11, and slightly muscular. Feriel Weapons: They confuse him. Magic: Cute illusions (small scale). Able to mend and weave various things. Background: He’s a gay elf who is clueless about weapons, believes a great deal in love in a very general sense, and he is likely to flirt with any humanoid race, male or female. He’s very sweet and is very judgmental about people concerning their looks. He has trouble taking anything seriously, and has led an easy life in which he slept with many men and sang a great deal. Quote: Name: Gwenhwyfar Aderyn O'Connor (Goes by Gwenn or Deryn) Age: 20 Gender: Female Race: Human Physical Description: Gwenn has chin length dark red hair and a pale but smooth complexion, with a light dusting of freckles. She has rather tall and lean, without many of the curves most young women have. She has been likened to a string bean more than once. She has startling green eyes, a prominent nose, and the typical hairline of a Celtic woman. She tends to dress in flared blue jeans, a tank top or baby tee, and a pair of low heels. She also has several piercings in both her ears, and a tattoo of a tiny blue fairy on her right shoulder blade, as well as a bigger set of green and purple fairy wings on the small of her back. Weapons: Whatever she can get her hands on Magick: None Background: Gwenn is a twenty-year-old college student trying to earn her degree in folklore and classical studies. She is spending a year abroad, visiting her family in the British Isles. She has an Irish-Welsh background and has many relatives scattered throughout Scotland, Ireland, Wales, and England. Growing up, she believed faithfully in the existence of Faeries, something she picked up form her great-great-grandmother. Depending on her mood, she goes by Gwenn or Deryn (Her middle name, Aderyn, camefrom her great-great-grandmother). The only special thing about her is that she still has a deep rooted belief in the Realm of Faerie; This is what ties her to the quest to save the Realm from the evil hands of the false High King. Quote: Name: Faolan Age: Appears to be in his mid twenties, around twenty-six. Gender: Male Race: Sidhe Physical Description: Faolan is quite tall, just under seven feet actually, though he might just be an inch or two taller. His build is lanky yet muscular in a way that seems somewhat odd but fitting and faintly attractive. His hair, a pale mocha swirled with bittersweet chocolate, is cut around the length of his shoulder blades though it hasn't been cut in a long while so it is grown in various lengths. Often tied with a simple silk hair tie it leaves his chin length bangs to frame his face. He has a small patch of facial hair kept to his chin area. His eyes area fair violet around the center of the iris though they blend in with the deep garnet lining the edges. Often he will be seen wearing a sturdy hat with the right side of the brim molded upwards as well as a large grey feather attached that drapes down towards the middle of his back when he he not looking down. His general attire is somewhat formal though more of travel that includes a long tunic with long draping and cut sleeves, soft fabric bracer that cover the length of his forearms, an overcoat that lacks sleeves though has braided material around the openings of them, trousers and tall boots as well as a simple belt. Weapons: He has mild knowledge of various weapons ranging from short blade or archery with his best knowledge being in blunt weaponry though he has none in his possession. He will use whatever he can manage by though if need be, even if it has to be his flute. Magick : Much like that of the Bean Sidhe he can take on a disguise of another creature and on occasion, fly. Background: Faolan is a kind-hearted fellow who can come across rather stoic or dorky depending on his mood. He's never been one to find a thing to do and stick with it forever and thusly has done countless odd jobs in both worlds. He learned most of what he knows of weaponry from the human world. In truth he prefers to spend his time there though he changed his appearance from time to time to take on different lives. Though regardless he has a love of music and even will play the flute and tin whistle. Quote: Name: Moll Age: Gender: Female Race: Human Physical Description: A young woman of average height and build, Moll is fairly unremarkable except for the fact that she’s human. She might be considered attractive if she were polished up, but as she’s without many luxuries, this is not possible and is rarely important to her. She has brown hair and brown eyes. Background: Moll has been under the care of Ivan and Angus since she was a bairn, and by ‘under the care of’, we mean she’s been, most often, a servant or pet or mere convenience. Her mother died not long after she was born, and that’s when Ivan found her. At first, he thought baby meat might make a nice supper, but he thought she was too cute to eat right away, and put it off for so long that he eventually found other uses for a human. Also, adult humans aren’t very tender. The VillainsQuote: Name: Dubheasa Age: Late Twenties Gender: Female Race: Selkie Physical Description: Dubheasa wears a constantly stern look on her face. With shoulder-length auburn hair and cold grey eyes, she stands at an average height, with average weight and an average build. Weapons: A single, long bladed dagger. Magick: Water Magick. Small amounts of manipulation of water, and the ability to speak with sea creatures. Background: Dubheasa — (doo-VAH-sa) from Old Irish dub "dark" + ess "waterfall", probably meaning "dark lady of the waterfall".
Dubheasa was never fond of company. She preferred to be alone while growing up, and usually still prefers to be alone. She has little patience for people, and refuses to put up with nonsense. Dubheasa usually wears a scowl on her face, and when she can't be found, she'll usually be found next to a water's edge, playing a flute. Quote: Name: Branwen (Brah-wen) Age: looks to bea in her early 20’s but is really over 500 years old. Gender: Female Race: Elf Physical Description: Branwen has a smaller frame but is very quick and agile. She has a slightly muscular look to her and is very strong. Compared to most elves she is a few inches shorter standing at about 5’7 with dark emerald eyes and light brown hair. Weapons: A long bow with a quiver containg some arrows. She also carries a sword at her side a dagger in each of her boots. Magick: None Background: Branwen has been trained in the arts of self-defence for many years. When she was small her father taught her how to use weaponry. She excelled in the bow as well as the sword. Later on in life she took over her fathers business of forging weapons until their home was destroyed. She then used her training to hunt and kill those who destroyed her home and eventually became an assassin for hire. Quote: Name: Ivan Age: Undisclosed, looks around 30 Gender: Male Race: Cait Sith Physical Description: Normally a black cat of around 25 inches in length with a white spot on his breast, Ivan can also, like most fae, take on a humanoid form when it suits him. In this form he is of a pleasant height and build, with black hair cut around his chin. Background: Ivan hasn’t changed much since Myrge came to power. He’s the selfish kind, concerned with his own well-being first. That’s not to say he doesn’ thave a conscience . . . he may indeed have one, but he’s top on his list of priorities. Ivan travels with a cusith named Angus and a female human whom he raised from birth named Amrou. He’s very well-traveled between both worlds. Quote: Name: Black Angus Age: Looks to be in his thirties Gender: Male Race: Cu Sith Physical Description: Angus is a massive dog about the size of a cow, with thick, shaggy dark green fur, large paws, and a braided tail. Like Ivan, he will sometimes take on a human form, but this is more of a trouble for him than it is for Ivan, and in human form he is a large, strong-looking man with long, wild hair. Background: Dog and Cat met one day, and Dog was having his supper. He offered a portion to Cat. Cat said to Dog: “But Dog, I’ve just had my fill in the forest. There are so many little creatures there that you have but to open your mouth and they will run right in. You have so little meat there on your bone that to take it would be criminal.” Dog asked of Cat: “Is this true? If it is, the forest must be crowded with other animals like us.” “What animals know of it are sleeping off their meals.” “Then shall I go partake?” “If you will,” said Cat as he padded around to Dog’s side, keeping a cautious distance, “but you must hurry before the word is spread. I will watch your bone for you until you return, in case they have found and eaten every last bird and hare.” And when Dog left to investigate Cat’s story, Cat ate every scrap of meat that Dog left and pranced away. This was a common occurrence between Angus and Ivan. At first, Angus grew angry at Ivan’s trickery, and his attacks were deflected by the cait sith’s cunning. After many years of constantly running into eachother they unwillingly developed a sort of bond and loyalty in their animosity toward eachother and became known in name together as Black Angus and Ivan the Incorrigible. Their (for lack of a better term) partnership is kept solid by the human woman Moll, whom they both encountered shortly after her birth. Others (Good, Bad, Neutral, NPC) Quote: Name: Jei Age: Looks about 17 Gender: Female Race: Elf Physical Description: Very slight, about 5'3 Jei-san (sorry it's blurry) Weapons: None, perhaps her natural charm. Magick: Charms, very little, if anything else Background: Jei is Myrge's younger sister and the only person he cares about. She is unusually frail and becomes ill easily. Her health has always been very poor and she does not truly understand or know what her brother is and does. Since her parents died, she has been under Myrge's watchful care. Occasionally, she overdoes herself and becomes sick. Quote: Name: Orrtha Driscoll Age: 25 in apearence, about 100 years old. Gender: Female Race: Leanan Sidhe, but it is widely known she is the daughter of a human father. Physical Description: Orrtha is very human looking. 5'5, with rounded curves and short hair, most of Faerie know who she is on sight. While her mother was Sidhe perfection, she has curly mahogany brown hair that is a messy cap when short. Her skin has a golden duskiness to it, with just a few freckles across her nose and shoulders. Her eyes are the only 'true' Sidhe thing about her. They are multi colored jewels of gold, white and chocolate. When she is using her magick, they will glow, but even in rest, they sparkle and dazzle anyone who meets her gaze. Which is why her hair often grows into her face before it falls past her shoulders. Weapons: Throwing knives, at least 5 on her person when even nude, up to 15 when fully clothed. (Yes I will be sure to count during any battle scenes). Her accuracy with them varies from bullseye to deep graze. Magick: Being a Leanan Sidhe, she can inspire creativity in others. Her mother was actually considered the Goddess of Dance and Music and no Festival would be complete without homage to Her. Orrtha's specialty is music and poetry, which she is beyond and expert in, but if she is focused on a person, she can open their mind to their potenial, but not acutally plant any thoughts or ideas. Background: Orrtha does know she is a halfling, but not who her father is. Maeve, Orrtha's mother knows what would happen to a human 'husband' and has gone into exile for refusing to tell his name. The only recognition of him is Orrtha's last name, which refers to a briar where she was conceived.
Orrtha is very smart and charming, but most of her young life she was teased for her difference and it has left her aloof from many. Kindness is not easily accepted, except from those she trusts, and they are few and far between. Not truly cold, just distant. Her dearest possesions are the lyre her father left for her, her shining jewel that her mother passed down to her, and a caith sidhe that is her friend and protector. The cat, called Nyx, is one of the few cnstants in her life and she loves him dearly. Not much is known about Nyx(profile to come if you like), and he prefers it that way.
Currently she is simply a court musician. Often not taking the spotlight, she can deftly direct the moods of any gathering with her choices of song. Few will notice this kind of thing, because it is more musicanship than magick and goes fairly unnoticed. Her eyes and ears always open, she is aware of much and keeps it stored away until the right moment presents itself.
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 12:36 pm
Dictionary of Faerie World Terms
Places, Items, Etc.: Ard Ri (Ard ree) ~ High King Bean Nighe (Ban knee) ~ The Fairy Washerwoman, sister of the Bean Sidhe Bean Sidhe (Ban shee) ~ A Banshee Caith Sith/Cat Sidhe (Caught Shee) ~ A faerie that resembles a large black cat Ceol-sidhe (Kee-yole shee) ~ Fairy music Cu Sith/Cusith (Coo shee) ~ A large furry and dark green fairy hound the size of a cow Fir Dhearga (Feer yar-i-ga) ~ Red people (Fairies) Foidin mearai (Foy-jeen mar-ee) ~ Fairy Sod, ground which ones is Fairy Lead Magh Abhlach (Moy av-lock) ~ The Plain of the Apple trees (Paradise or Faerie) Na Daoine Maithe (Na deeny maw-hawh) ~ The Good People (Fairies) Na Daoine Sidhe (Na deeny shee) ~ The People of the fairy Mounds (Fairies) Pisreog (Pish-rogue) ~ Fairy Charm, Spell Rath na Riogh (Raw'h nah ree) ~ Fort of the Kings Sidhe (Shee) ~ Plural, Fairy Folk Speirbhean (Speer-van) ~ Skywoman, a type of Fairy Tanaiste (Tawn-ish-tuh) ~ Second-in-Command Taoiseach (Tee-shawk) ~ Leader Tir na nOg (Teer nah nogue) ~ The Land of the Ever-Young (Paradise or Faerie) Tir Tairngire (Teer torn-geera) ~ The Land of Promise (Paradise or Faerie) Uisce beatha (Ish-ka bah-ha) ~ Water of Life (Whiskey)
Sayings/Phrases: A chailin (A haw-leen) ~ My girl A dheirfiur bhig (Ah greh-fur vigg) ~ Little Sister A leanbh (Ah lan-iv) ~ My child A stor (Ah store) ~ My Darling, My treasure Amadan (Om-ah-dawn) ~ Fool Anamchara (Ah-nam kara) ~ Soul Friend Failte romhat (Fawl-cheh row't) ~ You're welcome Go raibh mile agat (Go rev meela a-gut) ~ May you have a thousand thanks, Thank You Mo chara (moh har-ah) ~ My friend, My Dear Friend, My Dear One Ochon (Aw-kone) ~ Alas Ochon o (Aw-kone oh) ~ Woe is Me 'Sea ('shah) ~ Abbreviated form of "Is ea (iss ah)", meaning yes, it is
Terms, pronunciations, and definitions taken from O.R. Melling's The Golden Book of Faerie
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 12:37 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 7:18 pm
Myrge lounged on a window ledge in the throne room and looked out onto the new kingdom King Donn had just acquired. With more than a little help from Myrge. The elf had, in all honesty, been thrilled when Donn had asked him to be the high general in his army, for Myrge loved nothing more than to fight.
He smiled, a sight that was both beautiful and frightening as his fang were revealed as he remembered the bloodshed. There had been much of that--he had made sure of it. Now he just had to keep all of the other areas angry at King Donn's kingdom. So long as there was hate, anger, and strife, there could be war. Myrge relished the thought. "King Donn... I really do believe you should begin expanding this kingdom of yours."
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 10:17 pm
"It will take a long while for -that- request to be made, if he doesn't want any revolts so early on in his reign," said a voice from behind the Elf on the windowsill. It belong to Ailfred the Faerie, the Tanaiste. Only because of his sway over people was his job secured after the beginning of the reign of King Donn. He was wearing long robes of red today, and his long wooden staff glinted in the light of the throne. His head glinted brighter than his staff, however, because of his lack of hair. His lips were pursed as he looked at Myrge. "The new Ard Ri is not foolish enough to risk everything he worked so hard for to obtain."
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 3:33 pm
"Yes, the Taniaste is correct," King Donn spoke up, speaking against the words of the man he amde his general as well as normal advisor. The King turned away from both men and approached his throne. Since his coup, he had only been as successful as he had through pure terror and through the former King's Tanaiste. It did not bode well with the new King to side with an enemy but the Tanaiste was more level headed than Myrge appeared. 'His thirst for blood fuels his actions completely,' Donn thought, giving way to a faint shiver. He would have to make sure to reconcile with the general before he, too, suffered the same fate as the men Myrge had slayed for him.
Turning briefly, the King eyed both Myrge and Ailfred. "In a matter of weeks, my position will most definitely be secured and I will be viewed as the true High King of Faerie and the Earthworld. I hope you will help in securing that future, Tanaiste, or you may end up lying as a corpse in both worlds," the King said, his gaze shifting over to Myrge as he spoke to Ailfred. Scare tactics seemed to be the only way to secure anything with the right hand man of the last High King. He had to be especially careful with the Tanaiste based on that fact alone.
Without a word more to Myrge or Ailfred, King Donn turned again and sauntered to his chambers. He would leave them to their own devices for the time being. He was confident that Myrge would keep the Tanaiste under careful watch.
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 5:29 pm
Ailfred bowed lowly as the new High King left the throne room. Only when King Donn had left the room did he right himself, a small, yet serious, frown on his face. He would rather be strewn across both worlds in unrecognisable pieces than ensure this fiend as the true High King, but he had to think of all of the innocents involved.
Turning to Myrge, he said softly, "If his Majesty returns, relay to him that I will do everything in my power to ensure his station." Bowing his head to the Elf, Ailfred left the throne room as well.
For the past few days he had been formulating a plan. The idea had come to him through a prophetic dream he'd had. But how could he find those he needed without Donn noticing he had left?
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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 4:53 pm
Myrge didn't acknowledge he had heard the Taniaste. Mostly because he didn't trust him in the slightest. Then again, he didn't really trust anyone. He certainly wouldn't even pretend to side with the Taniaste--what was his name? Did it matter? No. Moving on. He certainly wouldn't relay a message for someone he didn't know the name of.
Then there was King Donn. With a ridiculous human name. He looked out the window and smirked. A slight drunken slur and King Donn would be nothing more than "kingdom," rather fitting, he thought. But here, his eyes narrowed. The king was using him as a means to ensure the loyalty of the Taniaste. As of late, the king had leaned towards using him and ordering him to do things. This turn of events was... irritating... to Myrge. He had killed for less. He smiled slowly, a grin that made his fangs glint, yet only the sky saw that grin.
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Posted: Fri Aug 25, 2006 8:19 pm
As Ailfred walked down the hall, he passed a Selkie female who scowled at him as he passed. He wasn't entirely fond of the woman either. She had a rather nasty temperment, but then again so did he at times. "At least she's not as bad as Myrge," he muttered to himself as he turned a corner towards the entrance of the Palace.~*~ The Selkie, who had been leaning against the wall as the Tanaiste walked by, continued to scowl after the Faerie as he rounded the corner. Pushing off from the wall, she made her way to the throne room.
Bursting into the throne room, the Selkie, named Dubheasa scowled around the throne room. Her cold grey eyes landed on Myrge, and her scowl lessened. "As aloof as always, aren't you, Myrge?" she asked, moving some of her auburn hair out of the way of her face.
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Posted: Fri Aug 25, 2006 9:56 pm
Myrge's dark green eyes slid to focus on the Selkie. He didn't pretend to feign interest in her. That was one thing he considered as a positive attribute about him concerning the general people. He was honest. He knew what he wanted, and he didn't dance around things. "Aloof is... one way to put it." In truth, he was bored. There was too much sitting around; too much stillness. He almost smiled then. His little sister had always liked such things, but she was not here, nor anywhere he knew of.
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Feriel tapped his manicured nails against the neat little table he sat at outside of a small cafe. It had once been a favoured place of his for breakfast; however, since King Donn had captured the city, the place was a hell hole. Elves guarded gateways holding.. what were those things? They were metallic, and pointy and sharp, and the guards watched everywhere. The fun places--like the open fields he had once danced in on moonlit nights--were banned and kept under strict guard. It just wasn't any fun.
To make matters worse, it was hard to find anyone to decently clean his clothing now.
To make matters horrible, every single one of the guards he had seen was dressed in ugly armour, and they were extremely ugly--all of them.l What happened to handsome men in splendid military attire?
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Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2006 9:24 pm
The Selkie's nose twitched in dislike slightly. Though she loathed being in the court of King Donn, it was better than being with her kin in the seas. None of the 'togetherness' and 'societal betterment' had ever interested her, and if things could be upheaved and ruined, she was damned sure she would play a part in it. Dubheasa looked around the throne room and saw no one else besides the Elf and herself. Lips pursed slightly, she asked, "Has the Ard Ri retired to his quarters for the time being?" The Selkie didn't really care, but if she was going to be in the room with Myrge, she would at least -try- to be civil.
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Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2006 9:48 pm
Once outside the palace walls, the Tanaiste drew in a deep breath and let it out as slowly as possible. Closing his eyes, he lifted his face to the sky. It was warm as the sun bore down on the landscape around him.
Unfurling his large, pale silver wings, Ailfred sighed in relief. He had always kept his wings closed and hidden when in the palace, as it created less trouble for him that way. He had gotten used to the odd sensation, for when he was young he flew whenever he could.
With little effort, the Faerie lifted himself from the ground and hovered there. Floating in front of the entranceway to the palace, the Faerie held his staff in front of him and focused. He focused his powers over Divination until an image began to swim in front of his mind's eye, and continued to focus until the picture were nearly as clear as if his eyes were open.
The image was a group of six, of mixed races, genders, and origins. Only three were perfectly clear, but for now that was enough. He would find the others when the time was right. That was how it had always worked.
Ailfred's eyes snapped open. Slowly, he let himself drift to the ground. Two Elves and a Faerie Maiden. But how would he find them? The image had been of the group assembled in front of him in the spot where he now stood. "This is no harder than I expected," he muttered to himself.
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Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2006 10:12 pm
The elf known as Koun sighed heavily, quite bored with himself. Business was slow. War was about... Everyone was too busy fending for themselves to need or want his services. He was not overly fond of the idea of the new king, but there wasn't anything he could do about it, was there?
He fixed a stray strand of red hair back into position. "Things are all too dull right now..." he muttered to himself. He observed his surroundings; he was sitting secluded in a dark corner at a small pub. The place was in ruins, the barkeep quite a mess himself. Koun did not want to be here, but was forced to stay with nowhere else to go once the place became overrun with guards.
He planned on sneaking out, soon. No enemy creature of any sort would keep him contained... Once everything was set and the coast was clear, he would make his move to go free. But for now, he could only indulge himself in sharpening the dirk he had recently acquired...
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