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Samhain Intrigues

@Fallenreaper I have not asked him yet but I know what the wondering is about.

Hehehe.

Halam'shivanas

There was a silvery laugh as Atheyla tossed her head back at the mention of Darkspawn. "If they wish to come let them!" She urged with an amused look in her eyes. This 'Sparrow' was amusing she would grant him that! A Blight was the least of his worries, but she would not tell him such. She would not tell him that the eluvian that stood in those ruins was a bridge to the traitor of the Inqusition, nor that that said elf might be making his way though the ruins or forests to seek her out. That would take a great deal of time, for her magic was about that ruin like a thick fog that morning could not burn through. With all the power she had been using to restore and preserve, it would be a confusing trail to any. If it was to be, Athelya would deal with it then. With wit, charm, fact, and power. All of which she had on hand, the elf maid thought with amusement. "The Blight is not to concern myself nor what comes." She did give him that cryptic remark. Running a hand over her foci and tracing the whorls that designed the stone orb. A green aura trailing after hr fingers.

"Thedas will survive." Her voice was strong and sure as she held out the orb and let it whirl free of her grasp hovering over her once more gloved hand. "Thedas will survive if people can learn to look beyond themselves, to accept the ancient as well as the new." Looking back to the ruins, she gave a short sigh. As much as she would like to remain and to speak with this human man. Athelya felt the need, the call to return to her plan so carefully laid. There was also the matter she did not want Klaine to suffer an arrow through his chest if it was Abelas or one of his men. The ancient elves had come to fight for the lowering of the Veil, though many still remained to protect the ruins of the Temple of Mythal for all they had lost the Well of Sorrows. Closing her green-blue eyes, Athelya gave a tired sigh. "You should pack up your camp and return to civilization for a time. The wilds are a dangerous place for a human." Giving the man a stern look she set her staff in the ground moving to stand but not quite standing. "Especially so near the ruins of my kin."

Pulling herself to her feet she flipped the long braid back over her shoulder so that it would lay once more upon her chest. Athelya was taller than most elves by mere inches, but that height spoke of ancient blood to those who knew. "I have journeyed into the Fade and ancient ruins and battlefields to see the dreams of ancient civilizations. I know a storm when I see one stir among the powers of the continent. The possibly of restoration, however slim, must be grasped with both hands if Thedas is to survived." She stared off towards the ruins her eyes deep in thought. "Though I fear the price that might be extracted before the chance comes to fruition." Athelya sighed and frowned as she gripped her staff with both hands. Troubled by possibilities that could be bearing down. "For that. I hope no Blight will wreck upon this land. It would dash away the hopes of many if it were to come to pass. The hope and the love of many turned to ash. For love may exist but hope must nurture it." Glancing to Sparrow she gave a weary smile. "Forgive me, my thoughts are filled with worry and dire warnings and knowledge of what is coming." The orb floated beside her before a gloved hand grasped it and slipped the precious object into it's net. "It is a blessing and a curse."

Halam'shivanas

Yeah I think you had it higher but we had to do some age juggling due to the disparity between Sparrow and Athelya. And that works. It's just that he would have been young, as Athelya was conceived short before Corypheus's defeat.

Halam'shivanas

@Noxxis You may want to look at your character sheet again, Nox. You have him written as twenty two.

Halam'shivanas

Athelya tilted her head slightly as Sparrow mentioned the Elder One, tossing the bone over her shoulder as it burst into mage fire. Consuming the bone to ash, with a slight flare. Her eyes shimmering a slight green as she did so. By her reckoning this man was in his early twenties. Putting him as a young child when the Veil had been torn into the sky. "You were but a child then, if my guess of your age is accurate." She noted with a certain hardness in her voice. The entire ordeal was something of a rough spot to the elf, but with reason. It had been her family that had fought and still fought over the future of the world. Corypheus had merely been the lesser of the problem. A herald to a large threat. The threat that had unleashed the Elder One, though Athelya would give Fen'Harel credit for sticking about to see his own mess dealt with. But it didn't mean she didn't feel the sorrow or the hurt of the lack of her father. Uncles just were not the same when you watched other families gathered and happy at a market or during festivals.

A creased brow frowned as she watched the fire pop and sparks fly high in the air. "Corypheus was a problem and he was dealt with. But he was merely one among many that all of Thedas faced. The mages and templars. The Dread Wolf. Tevinter, Olais and the Divine's death." The pale head shook back and forth sadly. "It was before my time, but all that had happened is not over quite yet. The first storm passed, but now a second gathers." Her voice was filled with sorrow as she felt the flicker of magic ripple from the eluvian far off in the ruins. Someone had come through, but it could anyone from what Athelya could pick up. A mere courier looking for her, to Fen'Harel himself. Neither of which concerned the elvhen maid. Watching the human she cocked a arrogant brow, with a slightly amused smile. He was a interesting fellow some might even call handsome in some way. But she had little interest for the looks of someone, a quick mind was more to her tastes. Her thoughts dipped down to sorrow once more. For even if she did find this human interesting she was bound by her duty to produce an elvhen heir. It was something Kieran and her had argued about over the last two years. Athelya had dug in her heels and coldly informed her eldest friend that a heir would have to be elvhen, else all she worked for would be undermined by the race of humans. It's not something she looked forward to, but the thought was the in her mind as she moved towards the future she strove for.

"I do have to disagree however." Athelya stated firmly as Sparrow brought up spirits and demons. Her smile turning slightly wicked as she chuckled more to herself than to her companion. "Compassion, love, strength, courage, knowledge, wisdom." She gestured to Sparrow, as a stream of magic flickered from her hand to the fire. A illusion taking form aided by the flames. "They are friends of mine. Demons are what mages force them to become by pulling them through a hole that is too small, or against their will. Forcing a guise upon them of something they are not." Her eyes were sorrowful as an image of a person being dragged through a small hole appeared. Once on the otherside they were mangled as their bones had twisted to fit though the hole. "They cannot help it, and yet mages and humans blame them for it. My own kin as well. The strain that it puts upon them make them- the spirits, I mean- forget themselves in the pain." The image dissolved into flames again as the woman sat back, gazing at Sparrow.

Halam'shivanas

Just to note. Athelya is still shorter. But Solas is six feet tall. So she's stands a good bit taller than most other elves.

Halam'shivanas

Nah. Bull and all the Chargers! And Varric, Sera, and Ale.

Halam'shivanas

Noise! Call out the ale! Drag in the Chargers! Put Sera in a group of nobles. That will make noise!

Samhain Intrigues

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Samhain Intrigues

@LovelyAnastasia @Belle @Fallenreaper @Forett

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-Location: Under the Mountain/ Lower Quarter-

@Forett @FallenTrinity The grand door soon stands before you, pale blue light blooming over it as it yields to let you two enter. Closing behind you with a ominous closing. A sound that echoed through the massive halls and drew looks from the darkest and most powerful of Fae Under the Mountain. The weak did not dwell within the Court of Nightmares for long. The floor was a shiny white that was at odds with the gleaming ceiling of dark stone and glittering gems and metals. The walls were decorated in various paintings and trophies from various hunts. Skins, heads, horns, claws and fangs. But the runners of dark deep blue that covered the marble, offering a weak warmth from the chill of the stone, led the eye up to a second door. This one just as large, and up a grand staircase. A woman on one side was holding the handle and thus hand of the man on the other. She was fair to look upon. With an angular cat-like face her eyes were pure emeralds that looked at one with the door. The man on her opposite was as wilde as she was not. Storm winds whipped his great cloak about him shrouding his body in mystery along with his face. Though the moon at his back echoed the rose at hers.

This was the door to the Grand Hall of the Court of Horrors, the Court of the worst side of the UnSeelie. Behind those doors was a long hall filled with pillars of moonstone and silver holding up a ceiling that disappeared in the darkness. The mirror polished black floor was covered in the petals of roses, lilies, moon flowers and the like. Braziers stood between the pillars offering some warm to a room that carried the chill and weight of the Mountain above. At the very back, sitting on the throne shaped from the skull of a dragon, blackened by age was the Lord of UnSeelie. Her hands a folded steeple before him, as he seemed lost in his thoughts. Upon the raised dias, there was a trail of blood to a body that laid at the base of the throne. The wrecked form of a winter-born Fae. He was unable to kneel or move at all, for the Fae's body had been wrecked by some giant beast. The vacant eyes of the man also told that his mind had been torn from him by the King. Something Falk did not do lightly or without reason. Across the chest of the King's blackened armor was looped a decorative image of a dragon. Each detail making it seem almost alive. The grey-black hear reading over the clasp were the cloak on the King's back was held in place. The ruby eyes gleaming in the faint light. A clawed paw clamping on the other shoulder as the dragon's tail circled about to rest on the center of the King's chest. Blood dripped from the false dragon's maw and claw. Then again it was sprayed liberally across the man's chest and dripped from his hand. Though merely a single scratched was landed upon Falk himself. A slice along the wrist that was shallow.

-Location: Court of Nightmares/Servant Quarters-

@Belle"You will need to speak with a Lord of Records, Algar the Centaur, or petition the High Lord of the UnSeelie or one of his men." Bianca shrugged. "And don't be so quick to want to meet the High Lord." The older woman hands shook sharply as she gave Elsa a disapproving look. "He is not a Fae to be trifled lightly with, though you would know that if you came from the Collection." Shaking her head and making a annoyed huff, the woman gave Elsa a look that clearly said she thought the girl was a tad bit slow. "You're duties... Their whatever need doing. If you play an instrument and are asked to do it. In all reality, every task is recorded and stowed away against your debt. When it's paid you can leave or remain as you see fit. No one will stop you. However, if you remain but leave, you will no longer have the protection that extends to humans."

@Fallenreaper The sprite is very pleased with helping Noah and Noah would find fresh clothes in the from of a general tunic, shirt, breeches and soft slippers upon a bench in the room when he was finished. The little sprite sitting next to it with a giant smile as it looked pleased at it's 'help'.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Richard Laine

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Location The Institute

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Richard gave Thalia a flirtatious wink and a long whistle as he observed the fireball, stepping about it to take the woman's hand a bestow it with a gracious kiss. "Charmed, Richard Laine. Though I must say 'Charming' fits you far better dear." Turning on his heels it was no longer the brother of Ayita that gazed at the manor, but the Adder. His slitted eyes stormy with pure rage as he held a hand to his head and called out mentally with every ounce of thought. "Xavier I have three women here claiming their from the future and there is to be an attack on the Mansion. They are Carolina Reed, Thalia Maehers, and Folly. A future version of Peitro is supposed to be within the manor already." Continuing he also spoke aloud as he gestured the others to follow him as he moved towards the Manor. His stride brisked as he rolled up the cuffs of his sleeves, though not to show off the muscular arms nor the fact he was fit. The Adder was all business and dolling out commands in a assured voice. There were lives on the line and his sister's and Guin's chief among them.

If the Professor wanted to contradict him the man could go right ahead, but until he heard otherwise his duty was to secure the students and the let the school rot. Getting them out in time however was debatable. So the first to go would be the youngest and weakest. Those that could not fight or cause liabilities. "Cassandra try to find and get in contact with SHIELD through a secure line. Go directly to Fury and speak to no one but him and make sure it's damn well him. Also, alert Guin and get her on the computers stat. Connect everyone with wires, I don't give a damn with we have Xavier or not. We are not going to go blind just because we lose him. Marygold, you know the students better than I do still. Sort out who can fight and who is our weakest link. I want the weakest ready to leave for a secure location in fifteen minutes. I don't care if their ancestral crown jewels are in their rooms. Items can be replaced lives cannot." He growled with a venomous fever. "Older-Ghost-brat," He jerked a curling fore finger at Carolina. "Make yourselve useful and fill me in on exactly what happened. Exactly. If you don't know, get moving. Green-brat, take Folly with you and go. Someone find me both speedsters, Ayita, and Allison. And I want Beast, Wolverine and every teacher on the double. If the Professor tells you otherwise follow his orders, but be vigilant and ready for an attack from any possible angle. Even within." He gave all three time travelers and piercing look. One hand on the door to inside. "If you mean to trick us, or screw us over..." Richard growled with darkening eyes. "You will regret before I am done with you." Opening the door for the group of ladies, he let them proceed him. Reaching out with his thoughts again he hoped to reach the Professor. [color=Olive=]"Contradict me if you wish, but you hired me for a damn reason and I'm going to protect these brats."[/color]

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Ayita Dyrkin

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Location The Institute
{"Friend or Foe?"}

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Ayita trailed behind the stranger and Nina as they entered the Proffessor's office/study/whatever it was humans called it. It was a room, a den for books and paper and things she did not really care about most of the time. Her eyes darting over every detail of the new environment as she moved to lean against a wall. Crossing her scarred arms over her small chest. Old wounds that looked like they were from claws, teeth or even knives littered her arms. A few fresh scraps and cuts merely a day old and some older, showed as well. Ayita had revealed herself to be a fighter and one who was still alive. Flicking her hair to one side she revealed the nicked ear where a bow hunter had shot her. A subtle but clear statement of 'dangerous'. Setting her feet in a balanced poise, Ayita appeared both relax and ready to move in an instant.

Internally Ayita felt edgy. Nervous. Three strangers had walked up towards her brother, Cassandra, and Marygold. Strangers rarely boded well from her experience. Three coming one way and this stranger wandering about the Mansion? It was a situation she did not care for. Ayita had a desire to know exactly who was on her territory at any point in time and the mansion was her territory. A paranoia her brother had only encouraged as the siblings worked around the ten years gap. Figuring out and piecing their lives together again. It wasn't complete, she still would try to rip him from head to toe and Richard would still bare his teeth and snarl anytime she did anything overly dangerous or disappear for days. The first time he had done that, the Adder had tracked her down and they had nearly beat each other to death. Richard had never lashed out before or since. Taking her temper and rage with a offered shoulder for anything she dished out. She in turn had not ranged so far nor for longer than sunrise to sunset. Or the same time under the moon. Giving a nod to the Professor she tilted her head, reaching out with her psychic thought to Nina and Xavier and hoping it would reach the woman. "I will stay and make sure there is no trouble." There was not questioning or wavering in that thought. It was fact. Ayita had said she was staying and so she would unless persuaded other wise. That this man knew the Professor meant nothing to the wild woman. Adding on a second spear of thought to the Professor Ayita sent what she had seen of the trio of strange women.