The Secret Scion

[Rystil Arden]

[SBLOCK=Mel]"Really? I won't blame you if you do leave, though...that's what my other friends did, but I just can't blame them either...it is my fault...all my fault," there are small tears in Rayni's eyes.[/SBLOCK]

 

[Bront]

[sblock=Rayni] "It's not your fault any more than it would be my fault for being born who I am," Mel says reasuringly. "If you friends aren't willing to stick with ya when you're down and out, then they aren't realy friends are they? We're friends forever, just like we said that night at the house, and you ain't getting rid of me that easily."

OOC: Yup, hehe, we'll figure that one out.[/sblock]

 

[Bront]

[sblock=Bail's Angels]Mel seems to to be off doing research at the university. She mentioned something to Rayni about being gone for most of the night.[/sblock]

 

[Rystil Arden]

[SBLOCK=Mel]"Mel...thank you...but...you wouldn't be a coward if you left me, Mel. I appreciate the way you compared me to you, to make me feel like I belong, but...your power lets you change your shape. Some people might hate you for it, but not me--I think it's neat, and I wish I could do it too...what fun we'd have together then, Mel!..." Rayni smiles wanly, "But if people hate you for something as wonderful as the ability to change your shape...then how much more terrible am I? I am infused with dark energy that leads to nothing but death and destruction...and unlike you, I can't control it. It killed someone before, Mel...I killed someone...and it's guessing worse. Some day, I might kill you, and...I couldn't live with myself if I did."[/SBLOCK]

 

[Rystil Arden]

[SBLOCK=Bail's Angels](OOC: You fixed it )[/SBLOCK]

 

[Someone]

Isida:[sblock]
Harolk is living the kind of life he always wanted: free of any responsibility, and takig what he wants without giving anything in return. But lately he´s not so happy as he should be.

The last few days he´s missed the duels, appearing there only to meet Querzana. His duel with her didn´t went as he wanted, as she found an opening in his guard and hit him in the first few seconds of the fight. Murmuring a goodbye, he returned home without socializing, and ignores the look that Irrigane directs him.

Harolk spends then a couple days basically obsessed with the last duel. Querzana´s speed with her lighter blades is greater, and he need all his strenght to move his swords harder to block her attacks, but likewise he´s not able to parry properly Harolk´s heavy blades, forcig her to partially dodge. Therefore, if he wants to win he must increase the strenght in his wrists, and change the holding enough to better balance the swords. The rest of the time he´s training, and only sometimes, sleeping, as the thought of "winning" her keeps his awake most of the night.

When he drops exhausted, he wonders what´s happening to him. The subterranean stream of unconscious thoughts and feelings cannot be deciphered by a man of his maturity and self awareness, but he´s not sure if he likes it or not. Damn, if he´s not able to get Querzana out of his head he´s going to go crazy. He needs some distraction, and by the way, didn´t the guys he worked with the last month arranged a dinner? A night out without thinking on swords will do good to him.[/sblock]

 

[stonegod]

[SBLOCK=Isida]Tondrek was happy. He couldn't remember being so happy for the longest time. Spending his days supposedly with the Quiet Lumpy Man has given him the opprotunity to start working on his greatest creation! In his head, he could picture every piece, every bolt. It was carefully hidden, however, until the time was right. Everyone would probably think it was junk. Not Tondrek. It was friend.[/SBLOCK]
Time passed. Time was a nebulous thing for the half-orc; he was working, or he was not. He was either deep in the bowels of Sharn, ignoring and ignored by the Disastrous Duo, or sleeping where ever he could find room. The Quiet Lumpy Man, who did not really spend all that much time with the half-orc, managed to find different places to rest, but none of that was important. Tondrek was playing with junk, and that made him happy.

That was Tondrek's day for a month. It would have been his day for much longer, but Sparky reminded him about something he had long forgotten---a meeting with the happy people in the Magma Mountain, or Fire Hole, or something like that. He mentioned it once to the Quiet Lumpy Man, and he nodded a bit distractedly. Tondrek looked forward to it for some reason; they were nice.

Except for Big Sour Man. He needed a sweet pop.

 

[Ferrix]

[sblock]Shenystari makes her way to the better parts of Middle Menthis, as well as much of Upper Menthis she can get away with. Using her innate talent and charm, she’s able to make some friends with a few of Sharn’s noble youngsters. Opal ir’Daga and Yilane ir’Cuthrodic are part of a very new class of younger nobles, those that can concentrate purely on philosophical pursuits. Since the end of the last war, this class has gained a great deal of strength, particularly for those that wish to leave any vestige of war far behind them. While they know little of practical value, both do have a great deal of theoretical or philosophical knowledge, including psionic powers and the mysterious “duel of the spirits.” It’s an elegant name for what Shenystari easily recognizes as the conflicts of the Dreaming Dark and the kalashtar. Someone in this philosophical community is essentially indoctrinating the most subseptible of these idle rich children with the power represented by the Dreaming Dark. And more than one has mentioned something about “liquors to free the spirit,” some kind of drug that grants visions… or mental probings, that some of their teachers are giving them to aid them in their “enlightenment.”

In the use of her Loom on some of her own visions and meditations upon this disturbing development, she finds the crystal of passion upon Shavarath, the Battleground, and the heart as well as the woman figure upon Xoriat. The crown rests upon Daanvi, the Perfect Order, while the hole and the crystal of sorrow are upon Mabar, the Endless night. The cruel diamond of perfection lies upon Dal Quor. The crystals of love and happiness lead to Irian, the Eternal Day. These show the insight of the cosmos to her: the passions of her friends lead them to madness, while the patience of Dal Quor hope to draw them down into night/death/despair. Using an ordered mind may break the connection, as would using positive emotions and light to counteract the dark.

In between her visits with the jaded youth of Sharn, Shenystari hoped to find work as a business negotiator. Alas, such things take time and the establishment of a reputation. Time and publicity are things she cannot afford at the moment. However, her philosophical friends are more than eager (with the spendthriftiness of old money) to pay her to aid some of their slower colleagues in the more basic principles of mental discipline.[/sblock]

[sblock=Isida]Shenystari will focus on learning more about this group of young philosopher nobles, who they draw inspiration from, who leads them, what works they have been using up to now. She'll then try to guide them slowly away from the teachings of the Dreaming Dark towards more accurate knowledge of the battle of Light and Dark, while keeping the Path of Shadow as a constant background for her discussions with them.

She'll spend time as a tutor to the less disciplined ones, also using them to draw out information on the rest of the this new social class, figuring it is a good but inconspicious way of making money and entering into the world of the elite and refined in Sharn.

The Loom troubles her constantly, and assailed by the nightmares in her waking moments, she has earned an eccentric and learned but menacing reputation amongst her new friends.[/sblock]

[sblock=Bail's Angels & Bail]
Shenystari chuckled slightly as she lifted her gaze from the swirling cup of tea she had lost herself in. Another night of revel, sure these players of whatever game it was were entertaining but she had an appointment to tutor Opal's friend Karin tomorrow morning and hoped that she would get at least some sleep.

She rose from the soft chair, ducking her head through the bead-hanging that marked the barrier between the small living area and the kitchen and alerted Rayni to the arrival of their rambunctious roommate.[/sblock]

 

[Rystil Arden]

[SBLOCK=Bail's Angels]*Rayni glances up from her book and adjusts the thin-framed spectacles that she wears for show.*

"Mel is still researching at the library, though. I hope that Bail didn't bring Malik along looking for her again. Poor Malik never has any luck, does he?"

*Of course, Rayni also hopes that Bail didn't bring Trev along. The shifters eyes always made her uncomfortable, as if she were being hunted by the strange beast-man. Although she refuses to believe the stories told by the Silver Flame followers from Aundair that she has met, she still can never be as comfortable as Bail is with them. Maybe that's because they don't dare look at him that way, not even Isha who sometimes seems like she might want to, not with the drop-dead gorgeous half-elf girl Melanie Vega along, leaning against him with her bright-red hair spilling gently down her back. No...if Rayni is lucky, Kevik and Sharis would come along instead. If Kevik tried anything, no doubt Sharis would be on him for it in a second.*

(OOC: Tell me if I 'misgendered' any of those names!)[/SBLOCK]

 

[Erekose13]

[sblock=Hxaptos]Thankfully for all involved, okay maybe just Hxaptos, the one in control at the time when he finally broke through was Hxaptos himself. Had it been the prouder Jhom, he might have scoffed at Lump's warnings and stepped through anyways. Hxaptos, however leaned over the portal drawing in the madness letting it subsume his mind to an extent. But he managed to pull back before being fully drawn in, Lump's warning ringing through to some primal instinct (the Fury perhaps?).

We must see, we must break through. It is our destiny to step beyond this world and embrace what can be. I will wait, I will grow, and I will be ready. he thinks to lump in a moment of crystal clarity that only the mad can achieve. Khyber will give me the power, for it is his might that must reach the old ones, to awaken those who slumber beyond. Glory will be the day when I lead them back here to conquer in his name.

Stepping back from the precipice, Hxaptos drops to his knees. His mind blasted by that he had seen, yet opened all the same. He looked inwards now at the images and the things that boiled within. Something felt like it was missing though, something had not come out of the maelstrom with him. Like some part of himself had actually continued through.

Slowly Hxaptos became aware of the voices in his head. There were many, but none very loud. He knew, somehow, that there had once been more. That there had once been two others who spoke in the darkness, whose voices had been louder than the dull murmur that echoed in the hollows. Jhom once had called himself and the other had been known as the Fury. They were gone now...[/sblock]

[sblock=ooc]Hope I didn't over step my bounds with the last bit there. If you had something else in mind feel free to disregard and I'll erase it.[/sblock]