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<blockquote data-quote="97mg" data-source="post: 6832672" data-attributes="member: 6799460"><p><strong>Aletia Moonborn: Awake in the shadows</strong></p><p></p><p style="text-align: center"></p> <p style="text-align: center"></p><p>Shivering whilst sitting upright in the darkness, Aletia was overwhelmed with lingering resonant sorrow. A minor chord of unending sustain chimed between her pointed ears, a great bright blur between recollection of fact, and the ferociousness of wild youthful imagination. Nocturnal, venturing out under moonlit skies and avoiding the brutality of the daytime was nothing new, but this insomnia and sense of directionlessness churning with reverberant loss, it clung on like the poison had in Vallio’s veins.</p><p></p><p>He had told her to be free and embrace the world’s mysteries, but for the first time in years she was now without him, alone in a city filled with people. Random folk like the young gentleman who’d been downstairs when she came in, who had given up his room for her, all in exchange for just one moment longer staring into those bottomless emerald eyes. He must have known he'd have no chance with her, yet still he’d insisted on paying her board, before kissing her hand, bowing and taking off into the night. <span style="color: #B22222">~At least his dreams will be sweeter,~</span> she pondered.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">“It’s just you and me Crez,”</span> she whispered. No response tickled the back of her mind. Tucked away in a backpack the tiny silver-scaled viper must have been sleeping it off. The journey had taken it’s toll on everyone, and even her trusty familiar hadn’t been spared. The poor thing needed some “outdoor” time, a slither in the undergrowth perhaps to loosen his serpentine-self and a chance to down a mouse or two.</p><p></p><p>Lifting the silky silver hem of her skirt to rounded pale cheeks, the young elf wiped away the tears, sighed deeply, and wandered over to the shutters. </p><p></p><p><em>Creeeak.</em></p><p></p><p>Open just enough to see the moon, <em>her </em>moon, Aletia stared out at the heavens, almost naively hoping they might give her a sign or lead the way. Sadly, divination wasn’t her strong point, but as long as the white disc rose and fell, waned and waxed, she would try to put on a braver face, stay strong and try and make sense of a beautiful life now shrouded in tragedy and tears.</p><p></p><p>Vallio had mattered. Really mattered. He’d come here for a reason, even after unnervingly foretelling his own demise. It struck her that maybe… <span style="color: #B22222">~perhaps Vallio led us here, at his own peril, for me… and my future.~</span> Was this a selfish thing to think? He’d dedicated a good portion of his life to her. Maybe it was time to repay the debt? Yes. It certainly was. </p><p></p><p><span style="color: #B22222">~I will seek the man that Vallio needed so desperately, and do all I can to give his death meaning.~</span></p><p></p><p>“Meaning,” that was what she really desired, or even “understanding” could possibly do, because at the moment she had… nothing, except of course the memories, the wisdom he'd imparted, and the ring. She rubbed the emerald trinket on her finger a moment. “This will protect you,” he had said some years back. <span style="color: #B22222">~If only I could have protected my Vallio.~</span> Aletia forced herself to muster some of what little inner strength remained, a full moon helped, making the task just that little bit easier. She shook off the final and resilient strands of hay before wrapping a thin black belt around her fragile form. Then a dark cloak was whipped around her shoulders before a pack was wiggled onto her back. A quiver of arrows was placed to each side and a dark wooden longbow sat hung from her shoulder. Finally, she re-attached a pair of long earrings, faceted by her own hands from clear and beautiful stone, though really of no great value in gold. She wondered if she was the same, all appearances and otherwise insignificant.</p><p><span style="color: #0000CD"></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">“Let’s go Crez, we’ll find you some earth to slither on ok?”</span> she whispered. </p><p></p><p><span style="color: #B22222">~No point staying here, we can sleep during the day. Let us hunt while we have an advantage.~ </span></p><p></p><p>She looked back to the moon between the shutters and said <span style="color: #0000CD">“I’m coming Sehanine,”</span> before graciously slipping out the door, planning to head to the exit, hopefully for a quiet departure. It would be one time perhaps, when she hoped <em>not </em>to light up the room.</p><p></p><p>[HR][/HR]</p><p></p><p>[TABLE="width: 800, align: left"] [TR] [TD]<strong><img src="http://www.dawnindustry.com/Temp/AletiaS.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /></strong>[/TD] [TD]<strong>ALETIA </strong><em>- Shining in the darkness</em><strong></strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong>Sheet: </strong><a href="http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=725599" target="_blank">http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=725599</a><strong></strong></p><p><strong>Level</strong> 4 Sorceress <strong>Init</strong> 3, <strong>HP</strong> Max: 22 Current: 22, <strong>Speed</strong> 30ft</p><p><strong>AC</strong> 14, <strong>Touch</strong> 13, <strong>Flat-footed</strong> 11, <strong>Fort</strong> 3, <strong>Ref</strong> 4, <strong>Will</strong> 4, <strong>Base Attack Bonus</strong> 2 </p><p><strong>Longbow </strong>+5 to hit / D8 damage (+1 point blank +1 with magic arrows)</p><p><strong>Longsword </strong>+2 to hit / D8 damage</p><p></p><p><strong>Familiar</strong> Crez (Tiny silver viper) <strong>Init</strong> 3, <strong>HP</strong> Max: 11 Current: 11, <strong>Speed</strong> 15ft</p><p><strong>AC</strong> 19, <strong>Fort</strong> 2, <strong>Ref</strong> 2, <strong>Will</strong> 4, <strong>Base Attack Bonus</strong> 2 </p><p><strong>Poisonous Bite </strong>+2 to hit / D1 damage (+poison)</p><p><strong>Abilities: </strong>Deliver touch spells, Alertness, Improved evasion, Spare spells, Empathic link[/TD] [/TR] [/TABLE]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="97mg, post: 6832672, member: 6799460"] [b]Aletia Moonborn: Awake in the shadows[/b] [CENTER] [/CENTER] Shivering whilst sitting upright in the darkness, Aletia was overwhelmed with lingering resonant sorrow. A minor chord of unending sustain chimed between her pointed ears, a great bright blur between recollection of fact, and the ferociousness of wild youthful imagination. Nocturnal, venturing out under moonlit skies and avoiding the brutality of the daytime was nothing new, but this insomnia and sense of directionlessness churning with reverberant loss, it clung on like the poison had in Vallio’s veins. He had told her to be free and embrace the world’s mysteries, but for the first time in years she was now without him, alone in a city filled with people. Random folk like the young gentleman who’d been downstairs when she came in, who had given up his room for her, all in exchange for just one moment longer staring into those bottomless emerald eyes. He must have known he'd have no chance with her, yet still he’d insisted on paying her board, before kissing her hand, bowing and taking off into the night. [COLOR=#B22222]~At least his dreams will be sweeter,~[/COLOR] she pondered. [COLOR=#0000CD]“It’s just you and me Crez,”[/COLOR] she whispered. No response tickled the back of her mind. Tucked away in a backpack the tiny silver-scaled viper must have been sleeping it off. The journey had taken it’s toll on everyone, and even her trusty familiar hadn’t been spared. The poor thing needed some “outdoor” time, a slither in the undergrowth perhaps to loosen his serpentine-self and a chance to down a mouse or two. Lifting the silky silver hem of her skirt to rounded pale cheeks, the young elf wiped away the tears, sighed deeply, and wandered over to the shutters. [I]Creeeak.[/I] Open just enough to see the moon, [I]her [/I]moon, Aletia stared out at the heavens, almost naively hoping they might give her a sign or lead the way. Sadly, divination wasn’t her strong point, but as long as the white disc rose and fell, waned and waxed, she would try to put on a braver face, stay strong and try and make sense of a beautiful life now shrouded in tragedy and tears. Vallio had mattered. Really mattered. He’d come here for a reason, even after unnervingly foretelling his own demise. It struck her that maybe… [COLOR=#B22222]~perhaps Vallio led us here, at his own peril, for me… and my future.~[/COLOR] Was this a selfish thing to think? He’d dedicated a good portion of his life to her. Maybe it was time to repay the debt? Yes. It certainly was. [COLOR=#B22222]~I will seek the man that Vallio needed so desperately, and do all I can to give his death meaning.~[/COLOR] “Meaning,” that was what she really desired, or even “understanding” could possibly do, because at the moment she had… nothing, except of course the memories, the wisdom he'd imparted, and the ring. She rubbed the emerald trinket on her finger a moment. “This will protect you,” he had said some years back. [COLOR=#B22222]~If only I could have protected my Vallio.~[/COLOR] Aletia forced herself to muster some of what little inner strength remained, a full moon helped, making the task just that little bit easier. She shook off the final and resilient strands of hay before wrapping a thin black belt around her fragile form. Then a dark cloak was whipped around her shoulders before a pack was wiggled onto her back. A quiver of arrows was placed to each side and a dark wooden longbow sat hung from her shoulder. Finally, she re-attached a pair of long earrings, faceted by her own hands from clear and beautiful stone, though really of no great value in gold. She wondered if she was the same, all appearances and otherwise insignificant. [COLOR=#0000CD] “Let’s go Crez, we’ll find you some earth to slither on ok?”[/COLOR] she whispered. [COLOR=#B22222]~No point staying here, we can sleep during the day. Let us hunt while we have an advantage.~ [/COLOR] She looked back to the moon between the shutters and said [COLOR=#0000CD]“I’m coming Sehanine,”[/COLOR] before graciously slipping out the door, planning to head to the exit, hopefully for a quiet departure. It would be one time perhaps, when she hoped [I]not [/I]to light up the room. [HR][/HR] [TABLE="width: 800, align: left"] [TR] [TD][B][IMG]http://www.dawnindustry.com/Temp/AletiaS.jpg[/IMG][/B][/TD] [TD][B]ALETIA [/B][I]- Shining in the darkness[/I][B] Sheet: [/B][URL]http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=725599[/URL][B] Level[/B] 4 Sorceress [B]Init[/B] 3, [B]HP[/B] Max: 22 Current: 22, [B]Speed[/B] 30ft [B]AC[/B] 14, [B]Touch[/B] 13, [B]Flat-footed[/B] 11, [B]Fort[/B] 3, [B]Ref[/B] 4, [B]Will[/B] 4, [B]Base Attack Bonus[/B] 2 [B]Longbow [/B]+5 to hit / D8 damage (+1 point blank +1 with magic arrows) [B]Longsword [/B]+2 to hit / D8 damage [B]Familiar[/B] Crez (Tiny silver viper) [B]Init[/B] 3, [B]HP[/B] Max: 11 Current: 11, [B]Speed[/B] 15ft [B]AC[/B] 19, [B]Fort[/B] 2, [B]Ref[/B] 2, [B]Will[/B] 4, [B]Base Attack Bonus[/B] 2 [B]Poisonous Bite [/B]+2 to hit / D1 damage (+poison) [B]Abilities: [/B]Deliver touch spells, Alertness, Improved evasion, Spare spells, Empathic link[/TD] [/TR] [/TABLE] [/QUOTE]
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