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LadyRunic
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What lies in the hearts of the drae if not madness? - Ma'doc
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To everyone waiting on replies. They most likely will be out tomorrow or Saterday. I need to get a part for my computer!
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Hello! I'm LadyRunic! But you knew that...
I love most types of Role Play, but by far my favorites are those that are well thought out and worked with. Especially when you can find a group you can work well with. I love books- So many books. It's a running bet that I will become buried under a pile of said objects one day... I'm a tad busy, and when an Rp really catches my interest I'm inpatient for posts. It's like reading a good book and getting stuck on a cliff hanger.
You can generally expect posts regularly once a week if not more.
I've RP'd for the better part of fourteen years, so I can honestly say I have some experience and I've developed the understanding of what I expect of a partner in a one-on-one or a group. I'm also the sort who will speak up and point out something if it looks off or forms a problem to me. I spent most of a year once stuck in a Voice Chat Rp that was hell on Earth, so I'm straight forward when I need to say something. I expect this in return from my Rpers and DMs. I want to improve my writing and love constructive criticism.
I love most types of Role Play, but by far my favorites are those that are well thought out and worked with. Especially when you can find a group you can work well with. I love books- So many books. It's a running bet that I will become buried under a pile of said objects one day... I'm a tad busy, and when an Rp really catches my interest I'm inpatient for posts. It's like reading a good book and getting stuck on a cliff hanger.
You can generally expect posts regularly once a week if not more.
I've RP'd for the better part of fourteen years, so I can honestly say I have some experience and I've developed the understanding of what I expect of a partner in a one-on-one or a group. I'm also the sort who will speak up and point out something if it looks off or forms a problem to me. I spent most of a year once stuck in a Voice Chat Rp that was hell on Earth, so I'm straight forward when I need to say something. I expect this in return from my Rpers and DMs. I want to improve my writing and love constructive criticism.
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The elvhen maid smiled at the human 'sparrow', though there was a twinge of remorse to it. "I do believe the Dread Wolf or Abelas would take issue with being referred to as 'shit'." She noted with a dry chuckle, amused at the thought of those ancient elves being called such to their faces. Her teacher, Solas, would be furious and scornful towards the offender. While Abelas... Athelya paused in mid-step as she considered that. For as much as she worked with the ancient defender of Mythal's temple- former defender, she corrected herself-, Abelas was a tough man to read. Even more than the Dread Wolf himself. Most likely Sparrow would be sprouting a few arrows at the least.
Stroking the orb at her hip, the woman wandered through the forest with long strides and the grace that belied her ancient blood. "There would be no point in butchering you, it would reflect badly on the future I am trying to create." She noted with a frown as the birds chirped and fluttered about high ahead in the green canopy. Their songs were so plain, yet they echoed the songs that were spun my minstrels and bards and the ancient music that swam through the fade. Beautiful melodies that made her weep to hear them and scream in rage at their call to battle. Inspiration and passion ran rampant in the Fade and the realm of mages and elves was a place of beauty as evident of the Crossroads.
Giving Sparrow a speculative look, the elvhen maid considered what exactly he knew of the going ons in the world. The war so many years ago that had resulted in her conception and birth. The green magic flickered about her hand as she felt the orb stir. Power slipping through her fingers to caress the Veil like a lover. "What do you know of the war that form the Inquisition? Of Fen'Harel and the elvhen movement that has been growing over the past two decades or so." Athelya noted with raised brow at Sparrow, her lips quirked in an amused expression. Looking ever so much like her mother, when she was feeling ahead of something. "Of elvhen culture and our 'supposed' gods?" Her voice was filled with sarcasm as she mentioned the false Gods that had been mere elves. "The Evanuris." The word was a scorned curse.
Stroking the orb at her hip, the woman wandered through the forest with long strides and the grace that belied her ancient blood. "There would be no point in butchering you, it would reflect badly on the future I am trying to create." She noted with a frown as the birds chirped and fluttered about high ahead in the green canopy. Their songs were so plain, yet they echoed the songs that were spun my minstrels and bards and the ancient music that swam through the fade. Beautiful melodies that made her weep to hear them and scream in rage at their call to battle. Inspiration and passion ran rampant in the Fade and the realm of mages and elves was a place of beauty as evident of the Crossroads.
Giving Sparrow a speculative look, the elvhen maid considered what exactly he knew of the going ons in the world. The war so many years ago that had resulted in her conception and birth. The green magic flickered about her hand as she felt the orb stir. Power slipping through her fingers to caress the Veil like a lover. "What do you know of the war that form the Inquisition? Of Fen'Harel and the elvhen movement that has been growing over the past two decades or so." Athelya noted with raised brow at Sparrow, her lips quirked in an amused expression. Looking ever so much like her mother, when she was feeling ahead of something. "Of elvhen culture and our 'supposed' gods?" Her voice was filled with sarcasm as she mentioned the false Gods that had been mere elves. "The Evanuris." The word was a scorned curse.
Alice stretched as she exited the cab, disliking the cramped space. Cabs really were not the best way to get around New York City with the traffic and lovely sights, but her view was being quickly changed by the rising sun. Giving Liza a disapproving look behind the glasses she wore with her disguise. "Frilly dress is but one type and it's not even a type!" The tailor protested. "There's Victorian, Gothic, Lolita, not to mention Edwardian or Colonial." She listed the few that could be considered 'frilly' from the top of her head. Herding Liza into the shop with a single mindedness that was similar to a sheep dog.
Soon the bell chimed as they entered and Alice was gone. Disappeared into the maze of shelves and racks. Every so often Liza would hear a squeal of delight as Alice came across something particularly satisfying. Moving with a dancer's grace from selection to selection the woman picked and preened examining fabrics and ribbons against each other and a variety of sequins. Every so often discarding something with a off putting comment of 'too large', 'too small', 'too far', 'too close' and the one that was most common 'not quite'. If the woman was capable of growing bat like wings to help her speed from selection to selection she would have and the shop would have turned into a tornado of Alice's quest for the right material for the dress she had in mind. For the second she was puzzling over two different fabrics, though both were the same shade of green and had the same general design upon them for all the untrained eye could see.
Soon the bell chimed as they entered and Alice was gone. Disappeared into the maze of shelves and racks. Every so often Liza would hear a squeal of delight as Alice came across something particularly satisfying. Moving with a dancer's grace from selection to selection the woman picked and preened examining fabrics and ribbons against each other and a variety of sequins. Every so often discarding something with a off putting comment of 'too large', 'too small', 'too far', 'too close' and the one that was most common 'not quite'. If the woman was capable of growing bat like wings to help her speed from selection to selection she would have and the shop would have turned into a tornado of Alice's quest for the right material for the dress she had in mind. For the second she was puzzling over two different fabrics, though both were the same shade of green and had the same general design upon them for all the untrained eye could see.
Just to let everyone know both @Forett and @FallenTrinity are getting extensions due to real life.
@Sierra Nyra goes with plot 3. Please PM for more.
Athelya cocked her head at the human as he merely sat there and stirred the morning's fire. The sun was growing steadily towards it zenith and she found herself bemused by the man's slow pace at life. Even envious of it. Half of her little game was appearing as he was, the other half was thinking moves ahead of her blood kin. Seldom were her thoughts so able to laze about upon the breeze and travel as they may. A small smile twitched at her lips. "If you indeed traveled with me human my kin would kill you." Her voice was soft, but her eyes sorrowful at the truth of those words. "Unless you were able to convince them of your allegiance to a elvhen parent and claim at least to be a half-blood." Athelya mussed looking off towards the ruins with too clever eyes. It was possible he could pull off such a feat but it would be difficult. To teach him the language of her kin, to teach him the customs he would need to know. But the real question was if it would be worth it? Sparrow would be a weak link in her network if she revealed her plans to him even in part. He would be a flaw even if he was not informed of her scheme and he was found to be pure human.
Gripping the staff in both hands she studied the sky far above the green canopy. If he was found out it was thousands more who would suffer and she could no more allow that to happen than she could allow him to die because the one who sought her was coming. It would take time for them to reach her of course. Athelya had become adept at walking trails many last checked and hiding her presence. Many of the Dalish clans respect her for her skill as well as her blood when she chose to reveal it. Turning the piercing gaze back to the young Sparrow, young by standards of her teacher's allies, the elvhen maid gave a small smirk. "I was born to this storm, and it is what will consume me in the end. I do not know 'an awful lot', I know exactly what is going on and what is going to happen. I have spent two years orchestrating the stage to set the scene I require." She brandished her staff at the fire, the embers dying instantly.
Tilting a pale head in a regal nod, Athelya spun her staff about one gloved hand with the ease of long practice. Walking towards the edge of the camp opposite the ruin, the elf looked over her should with a raised brow. "And I fear it will be worse than you will image, if I fail. The Veil will be torn asunder by Fen'Harel and the Fade will merge with this World. My kin will regain much, or lose it all along with the rest of the races of Thedas." She commented with a dry voice, sounding bored by this fact. Though it was a lie. "If the Inquistion or the rest of Thedas wins my kin will be massacred for this attempt. Humans have never been forgiving to elves in the past. I do not believe that has changed in the grand scheme of 'pulling apart the world'. Despite the noble intentions behind it." Locking both hands behind her back the staff held horizontal behind her, Athelya looked up towards the sky as she wandered into the woods. Listening to see if the marksman was coming. Casting a raised brow over her shoulder the elf made a noise of annoyance. "Are you coming, Sparrow? I believe when all is said I might be of need of your assistance. Or you could remain here... And wait for whoever came through the eluvian to catch up and butcher you." She added with a pointed look towards the ruins. "You might even have the honor to die at the hand of a thousand year old elf who is more tempermental than a dwarf."
Gripping the staff in both hands she studied the sky far above the green canopy. If he was found out it was thousands more who would suffer and she could no more allow that to happen than she could allow him to die because the one who sought her was coming. It would take time for them to reach her of course. Athelya had become adept at walking trails many last checked and hiding her presence. Many of the Dalish clans respect her for her skill as well as her blood when she chose to reveal it. Turning the piercing gaze back to the young Sparrow, young by standards of her teacher's allies, the elvhen maid gave a small smirk. "I was born to this storm, and it is what will consume me in the end. I do not know 'an awful lot', I know exactly what is going on and what is going to happen. I have spent two years orchestrating the stage to set the scene I require." She brandished her staff at the fire, the embers dying instantly.
Tilting a pale head in a regal nod, Athelya spun her staff about one gloved hand with the ease of long practice. Walking towards the edge of the camp opposite the ruin, the elf looked over her should with a raised brow. "And I fear it will be worse than you will image, if I fail. The Veil will be torn asunder by Fen'Harel and the Fade will merge with this World. My kin will regain much, or lose it all along with the rest of the races of Thedas." She commented with a dry voice, sounding bored by this fact. Though it was a lie. "If the Inquistion or the rest of Thedas wins my kin will be massacred for this attempt. Humans have never been forgiving to elves in the past. I do not believe that has changed in the grand scheme of 'pulling apart the world'. Despite the noble intentions behind it." Locking both hands behind her back the staff held horizontal behind her, Athelya looked up towards the sky as she wandered into the woods. Listening to see if the marksman was coming. Casting a raised brow over her shoulder the elf made a noise of annoyance. "Are you coming, Sparrow? I believe when all is said I might be of need of your assistance. Or you could remain here... And wait for whoever came through the eluvian to catch up and butcher you." She added with a pointed look towards the ruins. "You might even have the honor to die at the hand of a thousand year old elf who is more tempermental than a dwarf."
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Rhys Asher
Location: Message Rat Headquarters -> Home
Rhys frowned as he saw the protections of the Wizard's Tower go up. That was not common and had not even happened upon old Eric's death. Though he supposed that was all the better for him. No one suspected the man to be murdered. Though his howling ghost, if it stuck around, would say otherwise. Rubbing the back of his neck the man sighed wearied by the days events. He would have to deal with the ExtraOrdinary Wizard's Apprentice later, if the boy responded to his message. It hadn't been his best work but it had been a chance and he had been horribly bored. As for Tom Meadows. It was why he was slipping into the Wizard Tower. Hoping to look through a few books that were out of his reach about what might be effecting the lad. Though many would assume this meant he cared, Rhys truly did not. It was a mystery. A curiosity and one that had struck too close to his home. Something the man was protective of.
Frowning at the tower, it took Rhys a second to realized he had been recognized. To be fair he had made it all the way to Wizard's Way before that had happened and it was Erin. He had been a kind fellow when they had dormed together as apprentices. Witness to Rhys slow metamorphic change into the man he became before the final snap which Rhys had faked his death. Startled, the rogue Wizard acted quickly. "Disguise me as a familiar face, common in every way, to be forgotten as they look away. Obscure my identity from view. Scream Screen about me and Erin weave." Rhys growled as he grabbed the scrawnier Wizard and pulled him into one of the alleyways. "Tranfix Erin to this spot." The supposed dead Wozard finished the spells and gave Erin a glare as if daring him to undo them. "Yes, Erin. I'm dead. A ghost who can still do spells and drag you in this alley." His voice was tart and bitter as he looked at the man. The smart thing would be to kill Erin, but Rhys was getting a inkling to use Erin to find what he sought. "Keep your voice down."
Alice nodded eagerly, her eyes bright with glee. For while Alice wasn't over a fan of balls and such, she did have a love of making clothes and if this ball gave her the excuse to do it then she would do it! "A shame, you'd look fetching in blue." Alice gave the woman a quick look over with far too knowing eye considering she knew Liza's measurements too well. "With my skills, I could probably put together a dress that would make poor Dalton pass out." A sly look was playing about Alice's face as she turned back to a old sketch and began furiously drawing over top of it. Another possible design.
She had decided a short time ago that she would deal with the possibility of mortality or immortality. It was far too big a thought for Alice to wrap her head around. What with just working her mind around the fact vampires were real and she was going to be hunted by Inquisitors... Alice frowned at the sketch and waved a hand at Liza with a small apologetic smile. "I'd love to make that trip with you. But you really ought to get going or you're going to be late." She advised, though she knew Liza could make it in time with her vampyric traits.
She had decided a short time ago that she would deal with the possibility of mortality or immortality. It was far too big a thought for Alice to wrap her head around. What with just working her mind around the fact vampires were real and she was going to be hunted by Inquisitors... Alice frowned at the sketch and waved a hand at Liza with a small apologetic smile. "I'd love to make that trip with you. But you really ought to get going or you're going to be late." She advised, though she knew Liza could make it in time with her vampyric traits.
Curious thought. Who would win in a arm wrestle? Cassandra or Cullen? @Noxxis
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