sarruth's request(game thread)

[tiluvias99]

[sblock=OOC]Hey, found myself a comp. Can't say I'll be able to later though.

I'll fix Irthos's LA and fix his wealth when I get back. Nice to have evrything started up again![/sblock]

 

[Ink]

Es looks distracted, almost blind.
She rushes past Endeca, then, as if remembering, suddenly grabs the tiny elf's offered hand, pulling her friend along, flying up the stairs four at a time. And when they reach a door Es somehow knows, she reaches with her other hand, pulling at the handle, ripping it right from the frame.

Endeca can only blink as the splinters explode out and skitter about the hallway and down the steps she can barely remember coming up. How big was this place anyways???

MOTHER!!! She screams, but doesn't wait for an answer.

Irthos feels the stone floor shift slightly below him. The door explodes inward. Where he looked to hear Mem's response, a quiet Es, a broken door, and a slightly confused Endeca seem to be the only reply.

 

[tiluvias99]

In sudden shock, a swarm of shadows race up from beneath the ground, racing towards Es and Endeca, on the move before the wooden shards have even touched the ground. Yet mere inches away from Es, they halt; a teeming mass of pure night surrounding her, ever moving, ever shifting, yet never touching.

Irthos's hands are outstretched, a snarl etched on his face. As he slowly lowers them, the shadow swarm retreats, and his expression returns to it's normal blank, unreadable stare.
"Lady Es," he says, bowing slightly, his voice courteous. "I apologize for my friends over-zealousness in guarding me. But," he continues, with a tad of warning, "You would do well to not try such a thing again. For even your... protections may not help you, should they feel truly motivated." He finishes, as the last of the Sjach retreat out of sight beneath him.

He looks about him, admiring the splinters of the shattered door, slightly amused. "What," he says, "May I do for you?"[sblock=OOC]Haven't had time to fix Irthos yet (or his minions... sigh), I'll get to it soon. Just got home, kinda busy with family and such.[/sblock]

 

[tiluvias99]

[sblock=OOC]Irthos's Wealth and LA have been fixed. Ill start working on the minions now.

edit: His followers have been fixed for LA, Spell-Stitching, etc. as well. Beginning work on Minions and Mount now.[/sblock]

 

[Ink]

She absorbs his every word. Aknowledging a thousand thoughts, imagining infinite possibilites. Es will learn from this as she has every lesson. She hears the danger around her, beneath her, there are whispers and voices, none of them kind.

Her recklessness could have cost another life.
Like the door, Es pulled when she should have pushed, broke it when she could have simply passed it. A tangled frame of black iron and wood leaned heavily on the opposite side of the room, reminding her of the mistake.

She is a child. Her watery eyes show it plainly.

...help...they need help...the temple...where is my mother...

 

[tiluvias99]

The Tasteless One/Kill the Tasteless One!
...Hold. Now is not yet the time.


Irthos slowly approaches Es, watching her. A machine. Yet it feels more powerfully than I ever could in life... or death. "Es," he says quietly, just above a whisper. "Fear not for the well-being of your mother. She is well cared for, by her own hands. She has a gift for you," he says, slowly drawing the knife from a pouch on his belt, and extending it toward her hilt first.

 

[Lord_Gareth]

Endeca's hand grasps her friend's shoulder firmly without trying to move the young girl, in a gesture to halt her friend.

"Es," she says pleadingly, "don't take it. I don't trust this. Let Irthos keep the knife. It can't hurt to let him."

 

[tiluvias99]

Irthos looks at Endeca. What?
"Endeca, there is something else you should know," he says. "The Lady Mem was not in league with your attacker. She bears no responsibility for it. There is something amiss, but she had no part in it. Instead," he adds, "I believe there are others who seek our demise- Which we shall discuss once the current situation is resolved."

"Regardless," he continues, "I see no reason for Es to not accept her-" ...Mother? Ha. "Mother's gift. In the end, she could refuse it, but I would not claim to have the right to be the item's possesor in her stead. Unless," he bows again to Es, "The Lady Es wished it so."
He holds the knife out to her, again, hilt first.

 

[Ink]

There are cries and shouts from all about the building. Echoes of the incident boom down to the foundations, shifting torches, and attention alike.

She accepts the knife without meaning to. The girl watches a perfect porcelain hand rise, graciously accepting the knife with a nod she never asked for. Es' eyes shimmer with a liquid blue hopelessness. Her actions again mastered by another. It was her mother's knife to be sure.

The hilt is smooth, almost slippery, almost alive. It slithers in her mind, in her palm, and unnoticed by others yet unmistakable to herself, the adolescent clenches it all the tighter, with ten, then a hundred times the force needed to bend iron, to destroy it in her grip.

Es’ countenance becomes abruptly calm as she grasps not only the blade, but the simple fact that her life is not her own. For all her training, her speed and might, Es can’t even open her hand.

Dozens of soldiers hurry into formation and with overabundant torches lighting their way, they do a double march upwards towards the sound, past scattered wooden fragments along the steps. As they rush ahead, only their squad leader, a young, brash and somewhat handsome, Bardak the II, notices the twisted iron door handle along the way.

 

[tiluvias99]

Irthos's eyes narrow almost imperceptably as he watches Es, but he makes no comment. The gift... later. Now is not the time.

A sudden interuption.
The Prey/We hunger
The meal carries lights to guide us!/We will feed
A feast/A delicious feast!
Dark, translucent fingers reach up from the ground beneath the soldiers, barely visible in the gloom. Irthos's own mind cuts through the whispering like a blade. Hold, and be silent! These are not the prey. Hold, and have patience. You will be satisfied.
Slowly the dark hands recede into the stone floor beneath the soldiers- and they no doubt will never realize how close to death they had just been.

[sblock=OOC]Soldiers? I didn't know we had soldiers in the stronghold.

Also, I thought it was still night. What's going on?[/sblock]