Of Vile Darkness

[Rybaer]

*Torr pulls Rosalyn along, mixing his own personality with hints of Chastity's. He lets her scratch and claw and slap him. In return, he tries to cajole her into loving him/her - to be a gentle and passionate lover.*

Delicious, Stormrider says, reveling in the girl's tormented emotions. Truly, she may become my finest feast yet.

*After half an hour, the potion finally wears off and Torr reverts to his own form underneath Rosalyn. She is shocked and exhausted, crying in frustration and passion. Torr gently rolls her off him and he holds her quietly for some time.*

"Truly my needs are great," he whispers in her ear. "Never has a woman been so caring and loving of me. Dearest Rosalyn, thank you. Thank you...my love."

You are still weak, my pet, Stormrider says mockingly. Torr realizes that his passion for Rosalyn is quite real and there is no way to hide it from his symbiont. No matter, she says, I will feast all the more in the end.

*Torr ignores Stormrider and treats Rosalyn like a love worthy of a bardic epic for the rest of the night and again the following morning, further cementing their relationship.*

 

[Wrahn]

Aekir Ranger1/Fighter 4/Soul Eater 6

*Aekir steps from the Hydra’s Glass. He shakes his head, trying to clear it.*

You don’t care if they succeed or not. It is of no concern to you. Not yet. You are the instrument not the hand.

*He makes his way through the streets, going down an alley to make sure he isn’t being followed. Shifting to the form of a rat he waits. After a half hour, he makes his way to the hovel some would call a boarding house where his room is. He stares at it from the outside.*

Two days. It is best that my face is not seen.

*He turns and makes his way out of the city. He traps small animals for food and souls, sleeping under the open sky for that night and the following night. Though he would not admit it to himself, moving through the wilderness is a welcome relief to the constant pressure of the catacombs.*

*On the second day he returns to his boarding house, pays the land lord three more months in advance, gets himself cleaned up and begins people watching in the Hydra’s Glass again, until once again, Wode returns.*

 

[linnorm]

Ralam Human Rogue 5 / Assassin 7

*Ralam stands and bows, gesturing to a chair that matches the one he occupied.*

"It is an honor to meet you, my lady. Please, refresh yourself. Business is best done when one is relaxed."

*Ralam will wait to return to his chair until Lady Eradiel seats herself. While waiting, and after sitting, he will discreetly size up both Lady Eradiel and her butler.*

 

[Rhia]

*Eradiel pauses, taking in the man before her and the room around her. He is gentlemanly as he stands and bows, a man well versed in courtly politeness.*

"Well met, good sir," Eradiel moves to take seat, gracefully relaxing into the chair, "I hope I did not keep you long. Today has been... somewhat trying. My apologies." Without turning her gaze away from the man she speaks to Devon, "Wine please."

*As Devon goes about pouring a glass of wine for his mistress, and refilling the man's glass, Eradiel silently sends her thoughts to him, "Do let me know if you find anything peculiar about this one. Sometimes you see things I do not." As Devon hands her a goblet, Eradiel slides her veil up to the velvet hat upon her head. Edges of burgandy hair can be seen under the hat framing pale skin and green eyes. Her jade gown, as always, revealing sumptuous curves.*

"Perhaps a toast to start things off. And then a name, if you will. I should like to have something of which to call you."

*Her smile is teasing, her eyes sparkling as she holds the goblet in the air waiting to see what type of toast this guild member would offer.*

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

* Looking, and feeling, meek Loviana’s smile reflect both her and Orshallan's feelings. She visibly hesitates as she looks for both the words and also the strength to speak them. *

“I’m not sure where to begin, the truth I’m afraid is so ugly that no matter what you claim about love, you simply won’t… I see it in your face, your not afraid to love something evil, you would simply see that as a challenge, something to restore to glory, but you don’t see me that way.”

* Hoping to soften her words and the pain in his expression Loviana brushes a delicate hand over his cheek, and up into his hairline, her own meek smile twitching momentary upwards into a full smile. *

“I think you’re already in love with me, and that terrifies you, cause your not thinking about restoring me to glory… You’re worried that you’ll simply except me for who, and what I am.”

As she continues to stroke his hair, “I guess where to begin is to tell you where I lied to you, “I’m not from the sea of songs though everything I said wasn’t a lie… I have seen a song pearl and not everyone in the area deals with them.” She looks upon his face, hoping her small jest will make him smile as she continues on, “I’m honestly not sure where I’m from but I believe I’m from the Drell Wood, not that it matters I wasn’t there for long.”

* With both of her hand she brushes her thick hair away from her ears, and she leans in close, allowing him to see the slight points of her hair that are often to hard to see when not close or are simply covered in hair. *

“I’m not human, or correction I’m only half human, I never knew my father and my mother was a nymph, to be honest I never really knew her either.”

* Looking upon his eyes Loviana hesitates and stops from delving into her own history and instead she concentrates upon changing her appearance, unlike never before, this time she takes upon her normal features… Her raven black her appears to burst into dried blood as her coppery red hair comes to the foreground and the blue eyes of Lydia, Orshallan’s former lover, darken to Loviana’s sea green eyes. *

Looking slightly worried Loviana casts her eyes upon Orshallan, “Well, it’s mostly an illusion but this is the true me… This is what I really look like.”

*Orshallan gives a sad smile as he strokes Larissa's red hair.*

"I would like to show you the ways of redemption, but only if you are willing. You only know certain ways of glory, of power. I would like to show you others, but I will not force you.

"But I can see why you chose to disguise yourself as you did. You looked so much like Lydia it was uncanny. I would ask one thing of you though. What is your real name? I do not even know that, even though you have told me so much else about you," Orshallan says, his eyes full of concern.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Loviana: Half-Nymph/Female (Rogue/Corruptor/Bondblade)

* Loviana looks upset as she looks upon Orshallan’s sad face but she nods her head, not really in agreement but in understanding. *

“I understand the need for redemption, but can I ask you something first? Would you honestly give up your faith for the love of a woman?”

 

[linnorm]

Ralam Human Rogue 5 / Assassin 7

*Ralam lifts his goblet and smiles.*

"May the road rise to meet you. May the wind be always at your back. May the moon shine cool upon your face. And rains fall soft upon your fields. And until we meet again, may fortune smile on your every deed." Ralam then sips his wine and smiles again. "Now, as to my name. You may call me Darkhand, a name those who contacted you will know. I assume that I have the pleasure of gazing upon the sublime beauty of Lady Eradiel?"

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

* Loviana looks upset as she looks upon Orshallan’s sad face but she nods her head, not really in agreement but in understanding. *

“I understand the need for redemption, but can I ask you something first? Would you honestly give up your faith for the love of a woman?”

"I once considered doing so for the love of Lydia, but when she was taken from me, I looked very deep into myself, and consulted with higher powers to determine my true path and intentions. I have found that faith and love don't have to be exclusive. I couldn't give up my faith for love, because my faith is tied intrinsically to my love. In essence it's my faith that allows me to love you. Does that make any sense?" Orshallas says, his face concerned and a little sad.

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*Ralam lifts his goblet and smiles.*

"May the road rise to meet you. May the wind be always at your back. May the moon shine cool upon your face. And rains fall soft upon your fields. And until we meet again, may fortune smile on your every deed." Ralam then sips his wine and smiles again. "Now, as to my name. You may call me Darkhand, a name those who contacted you will know. I assume that I have the pleasure of gazing upon the sublime beauty of Lady Eradiel?"

"You do indeed, noble Darkhand. Now, please do sit and tell me what I can do for you."

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Loviana: Half-Nymph/Female (Rogue/Corruptor/Bondblade)

* Loviana smiles at Orshallan as her hand reassuring reaches for his. *

“While I would prefer to be the one true love in your life I will not force you to chose between your faith and me.” Her smile looks forced as she tries to hide the worry, “and your faith isn’t an issue with me, then is my faith truly an issue for you?”

* Hesitating Loviana looks for the reassurance that she needs from Orshallan and she finds it while looking deeply into his kind eyes. *

“I worship the goddess of pain, Loviatar, and I’m named after her… My name is Loviana... Loviana Balsarat.”

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"Has pain been so much a friend to you? Were you hurt when you were young?" Orshallan asks, his eyes full of questions, but not contempt or condemnation.