IC 3113 BC
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IC 3113 BC
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Reaver
Morning, August 10, 3113 BC; Leonarus’ Residence, Lower Quarter, The Great Island of Thera, Theran SeaOnce Sian mentioned sex, he found it difficult to think on anything else other than sex with her, but since her ways were different, he couldn’t just take that as the invitation it seemed to him. He focused on trying to continue the conversation a bit longer.
”There is power in the blood, but a body is not required to extract it. A body is not required for existence, although it makes things easier to do in the world. Not to mention more fun, on occasion.” He can’t help but lick his lips as he thinks about continuing her points on sex. ”If I understand you correctly, you are saying that by having this conversation, you are having a profound effect on me, and I as well on you? That no matter how things go, we will leave here different than we entered? Whether that is better, or worse will remain to be seen.” He resists his urge to ask if having sex with her would change her as well. He plans on that being his next point with her, If she doesn’t change the topic of discussion.
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Sian
Morning, August 10, 3113 BC; Leonarus’ Residence, Lower Quarter, The Great Island of Thera, Theran SeaSian does not bat an eyelash as she nods, her face serious. ”That is precisely what I am saying. Consider the situation you would be in right now if I had not been in a mood to talk when you came into the room, or, better, if I had not been here at all. What little you know of me would be gone, never happened. The things you have said to me would never have been said and you would have missed an opportunity to affect another person with your ideas. That in itself means that we have created something between us that makes us more than we were before. Sometimes the effect is negative and sometimes, like now, positive, but there is always an effect. Always. So, yes, were we to both get up and leave this house right now and take opposite directions at the street, we are different than when we walked in the door. Every meeting, every conversation, every shared event changes at least two people, whether it be a minor change or a major one depends on the individuals and what was said or done.” She shrugs her shoulders. ”At least that is my working theory.”
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Reaver
Morning, August 10, 3113 BC; Leonarus’ Residence, Lower Quarter, The Great Island of Thera, Theran Sea”You are truly a remarkable woman Sian. Even if I do not agree with your theory, which I do, I would have to admit that this time with you will have changed me. It will take several centuries passing without your presence for me to be able to forget about you.” He smiles comfortably at her. ”Had I met you sooner, I know that my life would have been completely different than it is now. And I am certain it would have been for the better as well.” He is momentarily stunned as part of him feels he should do something, like sip tea, but there isn’t much for him to do. ”Now, if you will forgive me if I overstep any boundaries, I must express my desire to kiss you.” He leans a closer to her, to reinforce his words without crowding her too much right now.
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Sian
Morning, August 10, 3113 BC; Leonarus’ Residence, Lower Quarter, The Great Island of Thera, Theran SeaSian looks at the large man and smiles at him before leaning over the remaining few inches he had left between them and kissing him lightly. She pulls back before it gets more involved than that and runs her tongue across her lips. ”Well, see? That changed things a bit. However, as a practical matter, it might be considered a bit rude to take this any farther at the feet of our sleeping host. I think I could easily be convinced to see if this would go anywhere, but at a slightly later date and time.”
Her eyes take on a bit of sparkle. ”I should probably warn you, though, that you will be severely disappointed if you are looking for a virgin as I gave that up so many millennia ago that I cannot possibly remember the circumstances. Oh, and I am certain that I cannot give you children, so you will have to forget that hope. Beyond that, I am not unwilling to become a notch on your bedpost for a bit.”
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Reaver
Morning, August 10, 3113 BC; Leonarus’ Residence, Lower Quarter, The Great Island of Thera, Theran SeaFor a moment, he considers killing Leonarus to remove the old man as the obstacle between him and the experience he wishes to have with Sian. If he didn’t think that possibly preventing her from completing her task would ruin the mood with her, he might have gone through with it.
He reaches out to cup her neck in his hand, but does not pull on her at all. ”I have no need for virgins or children.” He laughs. ”Or even virgin children. As of right now, I will even burn that mythical bedpost you mention, for the pleasure of some time with you at a later date and time. Now I am doubly sure I do not want any more companions on this task, and I am deeply tempted to wake Leonarus and get the information from him so we could leave this island together.” He licks his lips once more as he remembers her kiss. ”And then we can see just how we can help each other develop.”
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Sian
Morning, August 10, 3113 BC; Leonarus’ Residence, Lower Quarter, The Great Island of Thera, Theran SeaSian laughs as she puts a hand on the one he has about her neck. She rubs the rough flesh and lets her hand linger on his for a bit. ”Well, this has certainly taken on a different dimension in just a few minutes. Still, I am here on a task from my Master and that overrides any personal desires. How about I promise you some very rewarding sack time when we have a better opportunity?”
She takes Zaor’s hand from her neck and places the palm at her mouth, kissing it gently before placing it back at his side.
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Reaver
Morning, August 10, 3113 BC; Leonarus’ Residence, Lower Quarter, The Great Island of Thera, Theran SeaHe looks at where she left his hand for a moment. ”I won’t hide my disappointment in your response, but I do understand completely.” He looks up to her again. ”The only problem I see now is, what do we talk about from here?”
He smiles and waits to see what this amazing Simpiri will come up with next.
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Sian
Morning, August 10, 3113 BC; Leonarus’ Residence, Lower Quarter, The Great Island of Thera, Theran SeaSian is about to open her mouth when a large aftershock rumbles through the island. There had been several right after the big one, but not since just before Zaor had come into the villa, and this was the largest one by far. There are yells and voices from outside the door and Sian stands up with a grace that he might not have expected. She looks over her shoulder as she quickly moves to the door. ”I need to check on my men.”
She walks out the door to find the courtyard in a bit of disarray. Two of her sailors are standing at the gate of the villa courtyard, yelling to someone to come back. Four others are trying to remove a large block of stone that has fallen on the leg of one of their number, and the Valoi warrior is tending to a wounded sailor. He looks up and motions with his head to the large block of stone.
Sian walks over to the slab of masonry that must have fallen from the villa above her and bends over to try to help lift it from the leg of the screaming sailor. In an earlier time, her strength would have been such that she could have lifted the block of stone by herself and she is frustrated that her magics have failed her. One of the sailors from the gate comes over to lend a hand, telling her that one of the sailors panicked and fled at the aftershock. Sian nods, more interested right now in saving this man’s life than in chasing after a man too afraid to help his comrade.
Another grunt as Sian and her people put what they have into moving the slab.
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Reaver
Morning, August 10, 3113 BC; Leonarus’ Residence, Lower Quarter, The Great Island of Thera, Theran SeaHe follows Sian as far as the door, before he even thinks about Leonarus. He disregards him for now, and trusts that a seer would be able to avoid falling debris better than anyone. He watches in wonder as she actually tries to help the inexperienced marines that she admits were just mercenaries and whose leader could very well have abandoned them here.
He shakes his head as he steps out of the villa and walks over to the woman and the men she is trying to help. ”The easiest thing to do would be to take the leg.” The look she gives him explains to him that is not an option she is willing to follow, at least not right now.
He cups nothing with his right hand, and raises that nothing from his side to about level in front of him. As his hand moves up, a red mist rises out of the pool of blood forming around the sailor’s leg. He then plunges his left hand down into the mist and begins to pull something out.
After a couple of feet it is clear that it is a large sword that is formed of some red crystaline structure. When he finishes, the sword is about seven and a half feet long from the tip to the end of the handle. He contemplates taking the leg anyway, but changes his mind.
The remaining sailors have terror all over their faces and they back away from the cloaked Elf.
He paces back and forth a bit to find the best spot to drive the tip of the sword under. Once it is placed, he heaves the handle upward with all of his strength. That is not enough to move the stone. ”Help me! All of you!”
The sailors do not budge, but the enticing woman Sian does as well as her guard Kragan. Between the three of them and the leverage the Blood Sword provides, they are able to lift the chunk of building just enough to get the leg free from under it. There is a cracking noise coming from the blade.
”All of you, clear away now!” He holds his position and waves the others behind him.
A few heartbeats later, the Blood Sword shatters and shards go everywhere.
He turns to check on Sian, and by extension to the herdling sailor she wanted saved, and all who look can see shards of Blood Sword embedded in his chest that he doesn’t even seem to notice.
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Sian
Morning, August 10, 3113 BC; Leonarus’ Residence, Lower Quarter, The Great Island of Thera, Theran SeaSian watches the magic forming from the blood and her mind makes several connections at the same time. So does Kragan, who stands and draws his sword in a smooth motion too fast for most eyes to follow and just as fast it disappears back into his scabbard when he notices that his mistress is not in any direct threat. His eyes do not leave the large man casting the spell, though.
Sian’s sailors were not so sanguine as her Valoi is and they scatter to the edges of the courtyard, most of them trembling in fear. That fear only increases when Zaor draws the scarlet blade from the blood mist. Kragan warily eyes the sword but makes no moves as he studies the blade and its wielder. Sian has not moved, slightly entranced by the obvious power of the magic involved. She nods when Zaor puts the tip of the blade under the slab of masonry much as a lever and jumps up from the ground to lend a hand even as the man is calling on the sailors to come help. In the end, Kragan is all the help they get as the other sailors are too terrified to approach.
When the rock is shifted enough, Sian calls over to the sailors and it is a testimony of her personal power that two of the sailors come to drag the unfortunate sailor away from the slab. Just after the man is pulled to safety, the sword shatters, sending fragments outward and Zaor hears Sian gasp from where she was standing just behind him. Turning, he sees that a large sliver of the blade has impaled itself in Sian’s chest, its ends showing from both sides of her. The impact has sent her a few feet backwards and her face is turned down to look at the end protruding from her front.
Before Zaor can react, Sian brings her hands to the shard and begins pulling it from her chest, slicing her hands in the process. Kragan has moved with a speed that is not normal for humans and his gauntleted hand slaps hers away and yanks the shard out as he says something to her in a language that is completely unfamiliar to Zaor. Sian looks at Zaor and the shards imbedded in him and says something to Kragan as she walks to where the mercifully unconscious sailor is. The rest of the sailors have backed away as far as possible from her and several look like they are about to run from the courtyard as Sian kneels next to the sailor and begins running experienced hands up and down the man’s leg.
For his part, Kragan looks at Zaor. ”May I help you with those?”
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Reaver
Morning, August 10, 3113 BC; Leonarus’ Residence, Lower Quarter, The Great Island of Thera, Theran SeaIt takes a moment for him to even realize the guard was talking to him. He looks to the man named Kragan, and then to where he was looking and notices the shards. ”That won’t be necessary, and I may need to use the wounds soon anyway.”
He returns his gaze to Sian, who just moments before had what he believed was a life threatening injury. Now she is simply going about business as if nothing had happened. At that moment, he suspects he understands what Kragan was feeling seeing his wounds.
He calls to Sian. ”I may be able to heal his leg, if it isn’t too severe. Either way, I can not make it worse by trying. If you can do anything for it before I use Mana, do so. It will do no good afterwards.”
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Sian
Morning, August 10, 3113 BC; Leonarus’ Residence, Lower Quarter, The Great Island of Thera, Theran SeaSian nods but does not look up as she moves a hand and some sort of blue knife with a wicked long blade appears in it. She reaches down and lifts up her skirt to reveal a nice section of bare leg before she cuts first one slice of the inner skirt away then another. The first section is a bit dirty so she places it on the man’s chest then takes the second, cleaner, piece and wraps it about the leg, demonstrating good skill. She uses the first strip to wrap the wound tighter.
When she is done, she looks up and nods to Zaor.
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Reaver
Morning, August 10, 3113 BC; Leonarus’ Residence, Lower Quarter, The Great Island of Thera, Theran SeaHe nods and kneels by the unconscious man, still wondering why he was… No scratch that. He knows exactly why he is doing it. What he is wondering is why Sian was trying to save the man, much less his leg.
Enough of that now. He pulls the Blood Sword fragments from his chest and lets the blood flow. After a moment, he draws the red mist from his own blood and uses his hands to shape it into a kind of ball before he pushes the mist over and around the sailor’s bandaged leg.
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@Sian & Reaver (Zaor)
[Morning, August 10, 3113 BC; Leonarus’ Residence, Lower Quarter, The Great Island of Thera, Theran Sea]Leonarus appears in his doorway and with a decidedly acerbic tone said “You two prattle like fishwives…have you finished fawning over one another?” Apparently oblivious to the carnage in the courtyard he continues “Get back inside, fools, before someone of note witnesses your little demonstrations and decides to intervene” so perhaps not oblivious… to those with sensitive hearing he can be heard to mutter “Wasps to honey, foolish displays of power…” as he turned back inside his now ramshackle dwelling…
@Vindariel
[Morning, August 10, 3113 BC; Dawn’s Wealth, Lower Quarter, The Great Island of Thera, Theran Sea]Arialles moved light and surefooted across the debris strewn alleys behind the Dawn’s Wealth, heading further away from the docks in to the Lower Quarter leaving Vindariel to follow as he would. They arrived in the courtyard outside Leonarus’ villa in time to see the explosion of the blood sword… a demonstration that elicited a hiss of disgust from Arialles before she urged Vindariel to follow her once more…
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I had enjoyed running after the beautiful Arialles – the terrain was just difficult enough that I couldn’t stare exclusively at her buttocks, but a look now and then gave this whole ordeal just the right amount of spice. My eyes were and are good enough to perceive even minuscule details – such as the fact that the woman regenerated her wounds and that the man used his blood for a rite, that I was pretty sure was a forbidden art of bloodmagic. That is, forbidden by my master for those within his domain. Now that he was asleep, it probably was only theoretically forbidden.
Catching up with Arialles, I said: “Friends of yours, or are those people part of the problem?”
My hand had found the four sharp throwing knives strapped to the underside of my lower arm. The distance was perfect for a powerful throw to the eye sockets. -
Sian
Morning, August 10, 3113 BC; Leonarus’ Residence, Lower Quarter, The Great Island of Thera, Theran SeaSian acknowledges Master Leonarus’ comment with a nod of the head but does not look up nor does she immediately leave the side of the injured man. She does thank Zaor for his healing magic, noting that he must have taken a bit of drain from it. Before she can really do much more, two new arrivals come to the courtyard and she looks up. The warrior near her takes up a stance that would give him the best opportunity to defend his mistress if the need were to arise, but does not take his sword from its scabbard.
Sian smiles at the newcomers. ”Welcome to the villa of Master Leonarus. Are you expected? If so, welcome and please enter. I have tea ready in the living room. If not, please move along. This house is well protected against looters.”
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Reaver
Morning, August 10, 3113 BC; Leonarus’ Residence, Lower Quarter, The Great Island of Thera, Theran Sea“I should have killed the old man,” he whispers as he focuses on maintaining the healing spell on the marines’ crushed leg. He doesn’t look up, despite his desire to protect the alluring Sian. He has to trust that Kragan and the cowardly marines that remain and are healthy to do that while he spends the minute or so needed to complete the spell.
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@Sian, Reaver (Zaor) & Vindariel
[Morning, August 10, 3113 BC; Leonarus’ Residence, Lower Quarter, The Great Island of Thera, Theran Sea]“Leonarus is my master” Arialles retorted “I suggest you do as he bade you…the crows will be circling after such a gross display of power. There is a great deal of resentment for those that can still wield the Gift, and more so if they aren’t Theran. We must move quickly or there will be no hope of evading them… get inside and I will see that these men are cared for” and she ran inside one of the adjacent villas without waiting for a response…
Another after shock ripples through the courtyard, far less strong this time, but iridescent flares of discharging mana once more light up the sky and the feeling of a growing doom intensifies.
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Sian
Morning, August 10, 3113 BC; Leonarus’ Residence, Lower Quarter, The Great Island of Thera, Theran SeaSian is nearly done with anything she can do for the sailor, but she finishes her task before standing. Turning to the large man she bows her head. “Thank you for your assistance, Zaor. In my opinion, there is nothing gross about using our gifts to help someone in need. Your assistance is appreciated.”
She turns to the other new arrival and nods as she motions to the house. “It appears that you are to be welcomed here. I have tea waiting inside, please follow me.” With that, she turns to head back into the villa but stops for a few seconds to say something to her swordsman in her strange foreign tongue. The man nods and walks over to the group of sailors, motioning for them to gather to him.
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Kayden
[Morning, August 10, 3113 BC; Leonarus’ Residence, Lower Quarter, The Great Island of Thera, Theran Sea]As the group entered Leonarus’ house, Sian and Reaver notice a man kneeling by the fire. A man who definitely wasn’t there a few minutes ago before the outside commotion. He was wearing a dark green padded coat, with the hood put down on his shoulder. He was staring with intensity at the fire, as if in admiration, waving a hand over it – certainly to get it warmer.
He stood up and faced the group, revealing a weathered man with black hair and a heavy full beard. A strange tattoo was circling his left eye and his nose may have been broken a few time by the look of it. In spite of his roughed up look, he carried a certain presence in the room, not withstanding the mystery of where he was coming from.
His motion was non-threatening, and he bowed his head putting a hand on his heart when he noticed Arialles. My Lady, I am Kayton, employed by Idhrenothar the Unseen to assist you in the task you asked of him. Milar canak merounda hun. The later was spoken in an ancient language that a knowledgeable linguist could decipher as meaning “as per one’s habit”. Arialles seemed to ackowledge however and the two shared an intense and kind stare. She broke it off with a smile.
Shall the Astral world not have been so clouded, a skilled assensing person could have detected an low level human magician with no spells signatures around him. He carried no sword or heavy weaponry. Only the carved pommel of an elven knife could be seen through his layers clothing.
The man looked at each one of the Immortal, astonished by the gigantic elf, and curious about the heavily armed one, but his sight moved from them to the tea pot and back at them with a questioning look.
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