Riven Wight

To Cure a Curse

YAY! We made it to page four! I'm proud of us.

So! Refresh my memory? I know I was thinking that the elegon race is a rarity, and not many know much about them anymore, believing them to be long-since extinct (the last eight-hundred years, according to the profile... but I can change that). But I think I recall you having Calanon pick up on the fact that she's not just an elf early on. Is that correct, and is that status with her race still okay with you? I have no idea why I thought of that, but I did. *Shrugs.*

To Cure a Curse

Rayadell’s head scarcely even cocked toward Calanon when he stepped forward and spoke, her gaze boring into the other archer, refusing to break eye—or weapon—contact with Cordon until the human answered. Her lips pulled down slightly when she sensed the elf turn his back on them.
She watched Cordon struggle to swallow, all his body’s excess moisture glistening instead on his brow. Unlike Calanon, when the human answered, she stared at him for an excruciating moment, her cold, silvery gaze trying to see through his words, part of her enjoying watching him squirm. After all, he had been willing to shoot her and Calanon down only a couple minutes before.
A mix of confusion and irritation flashed in her eyes at her companion’s quick turnaround, as if nothing unusual had transpired on the path. Though his smile went unnoticed, her mouth remaining a firm line, his tone was impossible to miss.
“Very well.” She pulled the blade of her staff away with deliberate slowness, as if reluctant to remove it without blood staining its tip. She returned it to her side with an elegant flourish, and its long, thin blade retracted back into the staff at a push of her will.
Not as eager to turn her back on him in case he had a confidence boost with his superiors’ backs to him, she walked backwards a couple steps toward Brogach and his mount. Only when she heard the elk adjust and was sure it stood just a couple paces behind her, did she turn, her cloak swirling slightly around her feet.
Ignoring Calanon’s helpful hand, she mounted Brogach, using her staff as an aid, and settled behind the elf. “Onward, then.”

Yo!

@Lizzie Marie



You are most welcome! ;-)

MONSTORY

Izzy frowned as they turned back around, making their way once more down the road. She glanced around again, the tension in the air unsettling. She had to do something.
“Soooo,” she drew out, clearing her throat awkwardly. “Mikey. Where is it, exactly, we’re trying to get to?” She glanced down to him. “It'd be nice to know. I could help keep a lookout for the place if you give me details. A house? A big one? Small one? Anything that might set it apart from the rest?” She thought about the drawings on his paper. “Maybe a bunch of animal statues?” She offered him a smile, trying to encourage an answer from him.

MONSTORY

Izzy’s brows furrowed in a mix of irritation and curiosity at Holden’s sour tone. She opened her mouth to ask if everything was okay, but thought better of it. She sighed and followed silently, taking in their surroundings as they passed street after street.
When Mikey decided to cling to her leg instead of just following closely, she glanced down, nearly losing her balance. She slowed, her gait awkward. She tried to look at her friend from Mikey’s point of view, to try seeing his actions through the child’s eyes, but failed. Sure, Holden took some getting used to, but this, she thought, was rather extreme.
She glanced down at Mikey again. She was wondering if perhaps he was used to men being abusive, when Holden interrupted her thoughts.
“Huh?” She refocused on him, then gave the address.
She sighed at the revelation of them missing their turn. “Remind me later to have you flogged.” She moved to turn, trying to work around Mikey’s grip. As much as she wanted to pry him off, she did not want to risk him running off on his own.

A Land of Wonder and Nightmare

*Thumbs up.* Go you! :-D

Hey, it made for a good conversation starter, didn’t it? Cleaning closet talk got to take a turn for the kinda-odd. I like odd conversations.

I know how the mice thing goes. We get kangaroo rats. Which are apparently endangered. I think they got mad last year because of the cats, though, so they retaliated by eating through our water pipes. THAT’S a true story. Well, mostly; I’m just blaming them being organized, but the people who came to fix it said mice/rats were to blame. A large bump formed in the middle of the living room because of water leaking underneath it. I was the first to notice when it started forming. Sometimes, it comes in handy to be OCD. Everyone thought I was crazy until it turned into a miniature speed bump within the next couple days. I utilized “I TOLD YOU SO!” rights for a while.

Aww! I’ve never heard of ermines. They look almost like ferrets! I hope you find something to prop your bed up with! Are you sure it’s the same one? Maybe the first one spread the word to its buddies, so you get a different one each year.

Alright, just let me know when you get bored enough for that, and we can figure something out.

Ha! Well, thanks! And yep! But dang it… I contradicted my details. Well, sorta. Heh. Forgot it was cobblestoned. My bad. Yay for workarounds.

Our first iconic character is so close, yet so far! It’s gonna be fun in the meantime, but I can’t wait! He sets our guys on the right path. As long as no one kills each other first. xD Which thus leads us to more classic-inspired characters. And some non-classic ones, too.


Pretty sure I’ve already said that—probably a few times—but I has ants in my pants!

Oh, I was trying to think up some way to twist and incorporate the dormouse somewhere, so looked up pictures for inspiration. Have you ever seen a dormouse before? They’re adorable! I mean, just look at them! I think I melted a little.

A Land of Wonder and Nightmare

Elayra rolled her eyes at Ghent’s question. “No. You just imagined it."
Drust turned just as Ghent raised a hand for a high-five. His eyes narrowed and his pale lips pulled down in a knowing frown, but he made no move to return the gesture.
Wisely, the boy lowered his hand, only for his ego to ruin the moment.
Elayra’s expression turned into a familiar scowl at both his comment and his chosen nickname for her. She pulled back and reached up to whack away his hand with her forearm. The leaf still came away, gently lifting a couple strands of her dirtied hair with it before they released their grip on it.
Her scowl only deepened as he threw her accidental compliment back in her face.
“You’ll deserve respect, Featherhead,” she enunciated each syllable of the nickname, “once you earn it. And that doesn’t mean by accidentally doing something right.”
Beside them, Drust gave a growling sigh and ran a hand down his face, startling Elayra into looking to him and instinctively reach for her sword's hilt.
“If you two children are done,” he growled, his neck twitching, “we’re wasting time.” He turned from them, his cape flaring slightly despite the items on his back, and headed through the gate. He had to push it open a bit wider, but he made it through.
Elayra’s eyes narrowed at being called a child. She glared at Ghent as if the insult was all his fault, then hurried after Drust.
“Fine,” she began, slipping easily between the space in the gates, “but I call dibs on the first sparring match with him.” She looked back toward Ghent, a sly gleam in her eyes.
Drust’s shoulders moved in a deep sigh. “You will, however, need to choose an alias,” he began with a stiffness that made Elayra sober up.
It took her a moment to realize he was talking to Ghent. She cast him a glance to make sure that he had picked up on that as well.
“Unless you want to end up with one like your father’s,” Drust finished in a monotone.
Back on the cracked cobblestones of the path, it made for easy walking. For a short distance, that was. Not far ahead of them, trees grew so close together their trunks touched, creating a barricade as far as they could see with the dense greenery surrounding them. They grew to mountainous heights, where, far enough above that one would have to look straight up to even notice, the leaves of the trees created a massive brush of foliage. The branches had entwined so tightly together it was unlikely even a moth could find its way through.
Unlike when Drust and Elayra had arrived, a few trees were missing, leaving a gap where the stone path cut off in a perfectly straight edge. From between the opening and beyond the safety of the tree barrier, Elayra could make out the thick brown trunks of Hollow Forest.
She inhaled, her next step faltering. She had forgotten they would have to pass back through Hollow Forest. Rather, she had conveniently pushed that little fact to the back of her mind. Her gaze shifted to Drust’s back. Under normal circumstances, it would be just worse than a worrisome inconvenience. But now…
She swallowed and squared her shoulders. We’ll manage, she tried convincing herself. We always do.

MONSTORY

Izzy hesitated long enough to glance uncertainty to Mikey, wondering if the kid would follow, or continue to be defiant. Nonetheless, she followed Holden at his urging. To her surprise, so did Mikey. With her back to him, the corner of her mouth quirked upward in a content smile.
The first time his foot met her heel, she tried to adjust her pace, but to no avail as the kid adjusted his to match. She gave a quiet sigh, but did not try to make him stop.
She looked up when Holden spoke, and looked to where he pointed. “Oh,” she said simply to his comments, unsure what to say between his words and tone. “I’m… sorry?” Her brows rose slightly, before furrowing.
She glanced back to Mikey, the new worry that the place he sought would be nothing more than a vacant plot or new roadway entering her mind. She returned her attention ahead of them, trying to get a better idea of what awaited them.
“The address…” she began, her eyes shifting to Holden's back. “Any idea if it’ll still be there? Or what it might be now?” She looked behind her at Mikey as she asked the last, directing it to both boys.

Of Science and Magic

Hope October's weather is starting to treat you well!

MONSTORY

Izzy shifted her weight awkwardly beneath Holden’s stare, then rolled her eyes at his response.
“Well, aren’t you Mr. Goodie Two-Shoes!” she said lightly before reading the address aloud.
Her face lit up when he said he knew roughly where it was. “Great!” She reached out to return Mikey’s paper to him without looking from Holden. “Don’t suppose you’d be willing to lead the way, would you? Well.” She looked back to Mikey. “If you would care to follow, anyway. I’m just trying to help. Cross my heart.” She made the spoken motion as she said it.