The Fair Lady

The Heavens Aflame - A Civil War Amongst the Deities

I was going to post but I had a paper :( Tomorrow is a free day so posting time! :D

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Flu plus papers is mean cruel and nasty. :( Posting tomorrow.

The Heavens Aflame - A Civil War Amongst the Deities

Definitely posting tonight or tomorrow :D

Pieces of 8: Bones of the North

Posted! :D Aethelreda is kind of a stickler for the rules but she wishes she could help. :(

Pieces of 8: Bones of the North

I stand and watch as the gathered crowd continues to mill about and talk amongst themselves and I note that Atticus did not acknowledge my dismissal, instead appearing to fixate on one who smelled strongly of human blood. I am not blind and to me it was clear that there was tension between the two of them. I choose to file that away as I continue to puff slowly at the pipe in my mouth and a cloud of smoke begins to filter up and out of my nostrils and mouth.

My eyes focused on Atticus again when his voice was raised and he called to the crowd to get everyone’s attention. He speaks of the honor of our presence and I dip my head slightly to acknowledge the honorific but my eyes widen slightly when he speaks of a personal agenda that he would not pursue if Hoyle himself had been present. He summoned us with the company’s resources for a company mission and now he reveals an outside agenda?

I feel disdain begin to rise inside of me. He seeks a worthy cause, revival of a fallen comrade who fell in the battle that I was kept from. But he does not seek it properly and the founders would not approve, he had even admitted that tacitly. My eyes narrow and I begin to open my mouth to reply and speak on the impropriety of his mannerisms when another spoke before I could.

I know that the giant spoke wrongly it is obvious as I listen to his words and query. It was a noble cause that needed no justification but it had been done wrongly and that was the problem. The smoke trickling from my nostrils and mouth became darker and thicker, more obviously something other than the smoke from my pipe. As the werewolf lover of the deceased warlock called out insults and drenched the gathering with another level of improper behavior I grow still more frustrated.

This group is dysfunctional and so many do not know proper respect. I feel anger as the slights fly back and forth but again before I can reply to address them another steps in. This time it is Henry the Fae Siren and I remind myself that he greeted me properly when he arrived. But he disappoints me as well for he only speaks of the commitment to the company and how this mission is in the company’s interests to try and shame the giant.

Then the Dryad Raleigh stepped forward too and spoke. I approve of his words because he understands the risks but he still doesn’t speak of the issue that bothers me the most and I continue to stew as I wait.

But at last when he falls silent it is my turn to speak and I step forward with my head held high and my bearing regal as I step from the cloud of smoke that I had generated in my annoyance. “I am Aethelreda and you doubtless know what I am.” My voice is resonating and clear as I speak. “Raleigh speaks truly of the risks and I agree that they must be considered. But I have served the company longer than many of you have lived and I know the importance of proper authority.”

My eyes lock on Henry’s as I speak again. “You speak truly that it is a noble and worthy struggle to free the soul of Max from damnation. I regret deeply that I was prevented from aiding against the very vampire that you speak of by treachery. But a worthy task is not enough alone.”

With some regret that I will shame one who has done great service over his life I turn to Atticus again, locking my eyes with his but not lowering my head this time. “This mission was not ordered by the Founders like all missions this major must be to be official. I regret that I cannot aid you in freeing his soul for I would to absolve my debt of slumber. But I was called by the hierarchy and the rules are clear. I must decline this ‘personal’ mission.” I put stress on the word personal to emphasize my point though my tone is clearly one of regret.

Pieces of 8: Bones of the North

I was about to post. :( *goes to make changes*

The Heavens Aflame - A Civil War Amongst the Deities

Still here. :D

Pieces of 8: Bones of the North

Good morning! :D

Pieces of 8: Bones of the North

I am given pleasure as I witness the demon bow his head to me fractionally lowered than I had bowed my own. His respect does him credit but though I would never admit it I wish he had instead shown courtesy in choosing a place more suited to my presence and forsaken such pleasantries in greetings. I feel another gust of wind blow over me and I know that eventually it will become a problem if we spend hours milling about in this circle of human stones.

As he replies that there are no apologies necessary I accept his statement. I’m pleased that I am not held responsible for the corruption of one of my servants. But by our codes I am and it is a debt that I shall carry until it is redeemed. Smoke trickles from my human nostrils as I fume inwardly. At least charbroiled traitor was delicious even if humans were not the best quality meat. It was a small consolation.

“I will have your back Atticus. No treachery shall return me to slumber once awoken.” I say in reply as the demon’s attention is distracted and I forgive him for his straying attention. My human lips shape a small frown as I lower my head again and with my eyes still fixed on his face in respect blink to signal dismissal.

Only then do I move my eyes away from his face and I turn my head to look at the newer arrivals. Sethan the flammable pile of bones who fancied himself a king had come, so had the elvish necromancer and many others. I could smell the death on them both as the breeze swept over me again. I lock eyes with the fey that holds a rank of authority and nod slightly in respect of his position and skill for I had quite enjoyed hearing him play in the past.

I slip an alabaster hand down to pull a thin pipe from a hidden fold in my gown. Smoking makes it easier to hide that I actually exhale smoke around humans. It is old and slightly yellowed, thin and carved from bone. I know that I should use a different one when outside the mansion but there is sentimental value to this one. He did run me through in life after all.

I purse my lips and blow a tiny wisp of flame through them to ignite the tobacco in the pipe before raising it to my lips and inhaling. The smoke fills my lungs but it doesn’t have any effect on me. I do not feel the need to say anything else as I wait and watch, slowly smoking and wondering what had been important enough to rouse me from my slumber.

Pieces of 8: Bones of the North

*nibbles on a muffin* Good, early morning everyone. :D