Cree here:
Sure, that is fine. I'll come up with a decent entry point for you, be ready by April 1st, is that okay?
Sure, that is fine. I'll come up with a decent entry point for you, be ready by April 1st, is that okay?
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@Connormon99 Yeah sure, pm me :)
@Connormon99 Cree here (from Erin's pc) sure. Did you submit a character or anything? cause i don't recognize your nickname :)
@White Iris PICTURE OF RING PLEASE
I haven't seen it yet!!! I'm not looking until he gives it to me properly.
Though my whole office freaked out looking at it XD
@CreeXLR I'm in - regardless of how we decide to proceed.
The spectre’s sudden appearance mixed with the effects of the wine and having just woken up had made Thea’s mind was a jumble of nonsense with only one clear fact endlessly berating her – Arbos was in her bathroom and she was naked. Towel, towel, towel she thought frantically, seizing the cloth from the rack nearly slipping and breaking her neck in the process. As she wrapped it around her bare figure she became increasingly aware that, while better, the towel barely touched the top of her thighs and was downright indecent in the back. She could feel the heat creeping through her body and knew, even without the courtesy of the large mirror, she was turning red from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Living in an isolated mountain town her whole life hadn’t exactly given Thea the experience to deal with even the ghost of a man like this. Still once partly covered she was able to at least begin to figure out what he had come in here to tell her. The wine here was stronger than she was used to and only further added to her rather addled state.
“What the hell?!” she snapped rather angrily, as her senses started to come back around. “Kill who? What are you talking about?” She couldn’t look him in the eye – her shyness overcoming her irritation. She really wanted to get clothes to put on but Arbos was currently blocking the door back to her room and she could not bring herself to move closer to his ethereal form; it was awkward but undoubtedly obvious that she had never been with a man.
“Why are you here? What’s going on?” she asked finally sounding calmer despite her heart beating hard enough to rattle her chest. Her head was beginning to pound slightly as well and she was beginning to regret having gotten that bottle of wine…
“What the hell?!” she snapped rather angrily, as her senses started to come back around. “Kill who? What are you talking about?” She couldn’t look him in the eye – her shyness overcoming her irritation. She really wanted to get clothes to put on but Arbos was currently blocking the door back to her room and she could not bring herself to move closer to his ethereal form; it was awkward but undoubtedly obvious that she had never been with a man.
“Why are you here? What’s going on?” she asked finally sounding calmer despite her heart beating hard enough to rattle her chest. Her head was beginning to pound slightly as well and she was beginning to regret having gotten that bottle of wine…
Sipping again on her wine Thea politely declined touching Idris’s wings though she smiled at Selessia’s reactions, laughing silently to herself. It was strange to think that even though she knew virtually nothing about these women she would soon be ultimately placing her life in their hands. The danger of their position loomed over her as she really came to terms what she had signed up for. She had been a bit blinded up till this point out of sheer desire to find Arbos and a knot of apprehension now started to grow in her stomach. Despite the food being delicious, Thea suddenly found her appetite gone. She was still pushing food around her plate a bit when the girl who still hadn’t spoken a word got up and headed to the bar, Selessia not far behind her. Though she felt a little guilty for leaving Idris alone, she was still feeling more grime than woman at this point and decided to take her leave as well. Gathering her things, she started to stand up when the matronly woman who had been caring for them thus far came up.
“Did you need something my dear?” she asked, looking between Thea and her unfinished plate. “Did you want something different from the kitchens?” Thea was momentarily flustered before shaking her head.
“No – no thank you, everything was wonderful,” she said gratefully, smiling. “I was just really hoping for a bath?” she asked, looking a little pleading. Maggie smiled rather warmly and nodded.
“Of course, this way dearie,” she said, turning and heading towards a staircase in the back of the pub. While she followed closely, Thea couldn’t help being a bit awed by the richness of her surroundings. The paneled walls were lacquered and gave off a rich sheen accentuated by the ornate brass sconces in set increments, illuminating their way. It made her feel small in a way – in her whole life she had never been amid such opulent surroundings. Stopping in front of a large wooden door with brass gildings and hardware, Maggie pulled out a key and led her in to the most beautiful room Thea had ever seen. She couldn’t stop her jaw from dropping slightly as she stared at the dark paneled walls, the plush bed with the burgundy trimmings. The brass chandelier cast both light and shadows on the wall which only served to add to the lavishness. She was so caught up that she didn’t notice Maggie grinning at her, a glimmer of pride in the older woman’s eye at Thea’s inability to speak.
Clearing her throat, Maggie brought Thea back to the present and pointed to a large beautifully carved wardrobe. “Linens and fresh towels are in there, and you can place your things in here,” she continued, placing her hand on a matching dresser. “The main light is controlled here,” touching a compartment on the wall. Adjusting a dial she demonstrated how the light could be dimmed or brightened. “The lamp on the bedside has extra crystals in the drawer.” With a knowing grin, she motioned for Thea to follow her through another door into the most luxurious bathroom. The dark walls were illuminated by two sconces on either side of a huge mirrored vanity the held a stunning marble sink with shiny brass fixtures. The matching marble tub off to the left would have fit three of her as it stood majestically on clawed feet. This time she could feel Maggie grinning at her reactions and Thea blushed slightly understanding that her small town upbringing was very obvious.
“It’s amazing,” she said softly, running her hand along the cool edge of the sink. Smiling again with pride, Maggie proceeded to show her how the fixtures and what not worked in this room as well but clucked her tongue sharply when she looked at the pipes coming into the tub, muttering something someone not doing their jobs as she fished around in her apron pocket for a small case. Glancing over the older woman’s shoulder, Thea could see a line of crystals though several of them were dim if not completely empty. Popping out the empty crystals, Maggie put in brighter red crystals.
“This is the water heater,” she persisted once she had replaced all the crystals. “This way for hot – should be enough there to take as long of a bath as you want to love.” Straightening, Maggie turned back toward Thea. “Any questions?” Thea shook her head, exceptionally grateful that the woman had taken the time to show her things in such detail, though it was Thea’s sneaking suspicion that Maggie hadn’t really trusted her to figure it out on her own.
“No, you have been so helpful, thank you,” Thea told her earnestly. A stern look befell the innkeeper for a moment as her sharp eye suddenly seemed to take all of the younger woman in though she held her tongue if there had been anything she wanted to say.
“Here’s your key my dear,” she said, handing Thea a brass key on ring with her room number attached. “Bell pull in case you need anything, breakfast is served sharply at 8.” With one hand on the door, Maggie left leaving Thea alone.
With a sigh, Thea glanced around the room again, that same feeling of excitement beginning to creep back through her veins. Taking another quick walk around the room, she ran her hands over the silky feel of the bedspread and the intricate carvings on the wardrobe before pulling out two clean towels to take into the bathroom with her. Noticing a rack in the corner, she began to hang up her wet things, peeling off all the filthy layers. Wrapping a towel around her body, Thea made sure her exterior door was latched before she headed into the bathroom.
Pushing that door closed as well, Thea placed both towels on a rack near the tub and returned to the mirror to begin combing through her hair. She made a face as her fingers ran through it, it’s normal softness made gritty from Sayrn’s cursed dust. Leaning over the tub she turned on the water, testing the warmth with her hand before she found a pleasing temperature. She toyed with a few of the soaps in a basket on the vanity until she found one that bubbled nicely for her purposes.
She stared at her reflection while she waited for the tub to fill, running her fingers over the crystals embedded around her waist, before taking hold of a pocket watch on a long chain around her neck. A gift from her grandmother, it was a remarkably ornate with a crest-like design. She had been told it was in her grandfather’s family for years before Lenore had given it to Thea. Slipping the chain over her neck, she opened to the face, winding it slowly, the cathartic feeling calming her. Glancing back at her face in the mirror, the ice blue eyes that stared back at her seemed different than her own as she steeled her nerves against the trepidation that had afflicted her downstairs.
“I will succeed,” she told herself softly, laying the watch gently on the counter before slipping into the tub. Sighing in relief as the warm water consumed her, Thea ducked her head under the water to rinse off completely before lounging back and letting the comfort carry her away.
“Did you need something my dear?” she asked, looking between Thea and her unfinished plate. “Did you want something different from the kitchens?” Thea was momentarily flustered before shaking her head.
“No – no thank you, everything was wonderful,” she said gratefully, smiling. “I was just really hoping for a bath?” she asked, looking a little pleading. Maggie smiled rather warmly and nodded.
“Of course, this way dearie,” she said, turning and heading towards a staircase in the back of the pub. While she followed closely, Thea couldn’t help being a bit awed by the richness of her surroundings. The paneled walls were lacquered and gave off a rich sheen accentuated by the ornate brass sconces in set increments, illuminating their way. It made her feel small in a way – in her whole life she had never been amid such opulent surroundings. Stopping in front of a large wooden door with brass gildings and hardware, Maggie pulled out a key and led her in to the most beautiful room Thea had ever seen. She couldn’t stop her jaw from dropping slightly as she stared at the dark paneled walls, the plush bed with the burgundy trimmings. The brass chandelier cast both light and shadows on the wall which only served to add to the lavishness. She was so caught up that she didn’t notice Maggie grinning at her, a glimmer of pride in the older woman’s eye at Thea’s inability to speak.
Clearing her throat, Maggie brought Thea back to the present and pointed to a large beautifully carved wardrobe. “Linens and fresh towels are in there, and you can place your things in here,” she continued, placing her hand on a matching dresser. “The main light is controlled here,” touching a compartment on the wall. Adjusting a dial she demonstrated how the light could be dimmed or brightened. “The lamp on the bedside has extra crystals in the drawer.” With a knowing grin, she motioned for Thea to follow her through another door into the most luxurious bathroom. The dark walls were illuminated by two sconces on either side of a huge mirrored vanity the held a stunning marble sink with shiny brass fixtures. The matching marble tub off to the left would have fit three of her as it stood majestically on clawed feet. This time she could feel Maggie grinning at her reactions and Thea blushed slightly understanding that her small town upbringing was very obvious.
“It’s amazing,” she said softly, running her hand along the cool edge of the sink. Smiling again with pride, Maggie proceeded to show her how the fixtures and what not worked in this room as well but clucked her tongue sharply when she looked at the pipes coming into the tub, muttering something someone not doing their jobs as she fished around in her apron pocket for a small case. Glancing over the older woman’s shoulder, Thea could see a line of crystals though several of them were dim if not completely empty. Popping out the empty crystals, Maggie put in brighter red crystals.
“This is the water heater,” she persisted once she had replaced all the crystals. “This way for hot – should be enough there to take as long of a bath as you want to love.” Straightening, Maggie turned back toward Thea. “Any questions?” Thea shook her head, exceptionally grateful that the woman had taken the time to show her things in such detail, though it was Thea’s sneaking suspicion that Maggie hadn’t really trusted her to figure it out on her own.
“No, you have been so helpful, thank you,” Thea told her earnestly. A stern look befell the innkeeper for a moment as her sharp eye suddenly seemed to take all of the younger woman in though she held her tongue if there had been anything she wanted to say.
“Here’s your key my dear,” she said, handing Thea a brass key on ring with her room number attached. “Bell pull in case you need anything, breakfast is served sharply at 8.” With one hand on the door, Maggie left leaving Thea alone.
With a sigh, Thea glanced around the room again, that same feeling of excitement beginning to creep back through her veins. Taking another quick walk around the room, she ran her hands over the silky feel of the bedspread and the intricate carvings on the wardrobe before pulling out two clean towels to take into the bathroom with her. Noticing a rack in the corner, she began to hang up her wet things, peeling off all the filthy layers. Wrapping a towel around her body, Thea made sure her exterior door was latched before she headed into the bathroom.
Pushing that door closed as well, Thea placed both towels on a rack near the tub and returned to the mirror to begin combing through her hair. She made a face as her fingers ran through it, it’s normal softness made gritty from Sayrn’s cursed dust. Leaning over the tub she turned on the water, testing the warmth with her hand before she found a pleasing temperature. She toyed with a few of the soaps in a basket on the vanity until she found one that bubbled nicely for her purposes.
She stared at her reflection while she waited for the tub to fill, running her fingers over the crystals embedded around her waist, before taking hold of a pocket watch on a long chain around her neck. A gift from her grandmother, it was a remarkably ornate with a crest-like design. She had been told it was in her grandfather’s family for years before Lenore had given it to Thea. Slipping the chain over her neck, she opened to the face, winding it slowly, the cathartic feeling calming her. Glancing back at her face in the mirror, the ice blue eyes that stared back at her seemed different than her own as she steeled her nerves against the trepidation that had afflicted her downstairs.
“I will succeed,” she told herself softly, laying the watch gently on the counter before slipping into the tub. Sighing in relief as the warm water consumed her, Thea ducked her head under the water to rinse off completely before lounging back and letting the comfort carry her away.
The teasing smirk didn’t fall from Thea’s face as Selessia tried to justify herself though the older woman bit back the snappy retort that came to mind at the young girl's words. They were supposed to be playing nice and she didn’t need or want to be the one to cause any trouble. Laying down the towel, she began to run her fingers through her long hair, disgusted by the grime she felt. This wretched city was surely a place to be damned with its cursed dust. Her entire body felt caked in filth and the rain had done her no favors. The first thing she wanted after a hot meal was a bath. Braiding her hair to keep it out of the way, she almost laughed aloud at Idris’s musing to irk the spectre further.
“It would be your funeral,” she teased the other woman, as their food was laid before them. Thea hadn’t realized how long it had been since she had eaten until the meal was in front of her. Taking a bite, she glanced sidelong at Idris again. “So what do you call yourselves? With wings like that?” She was particularly interested as the winged elf primarily because it was something so different than her small town mentality could even fathom. Of course she had heard of other races but it was impossibly rare that they would come the way of her village. Taking a sip of the drink Maggie had brought them Thea was pleased to find it was a mulled wine, fantastic and warming all at once.
Though she didn’t answer, Idris’s question of timing did get Thea thinking. It hadn’t taken her long to out learn what Olen could teach her though she knew he wasn’t what anyone would call a ‘master nullomancer’. Still she had been under his tutelage for nearly a month before the frustration of having nothing more to learn had driven her to seek out Arbos. He truly seemed the no nonsense sort despite having a rather crass sense of humor. While she didn’t necessarily fear being humiliated by his antics, she did worry about disappointing him, and herself for that matter.
“It would be your funeral,” she teased the other woman, as their food was laid before them. Thea hadn’t realized how long it had been since she had eaten until the meal was in front of her. Taking a bite, she glanced sidelong at Idris again. “So what do you call yourselves? With wings like that?” She was particularly interested as the winged elf primarily because it was something so different than her small town mentality could even fathom. Of course she had heard of other races but it was impossibly rare that they would come the way of her village. Taking a sip of the drink Maggie had brought them Thea was pleased to find it was a mulled wine, fantastic and warming all at once.
Though she didn’t answer, Idris’s question of timing did get Thea thinking. It hadn’t taken her long to out learn what Olen could teach her though she knew he wasn’t what anyone would call a ‘master nullomancer’. Still she had been under his tutelage for nearly a month before the frustration of having nothing more to learn had driven her to seek out Arbos. He truly seemed the no nonsense sort despite having a rather crass sense of humor. While she didn’t necessarily fear being humiliated by his antics, she did worry about disappointing him, and herself for that matter.
Thea sat quietly through Arbos’s ‘instructions’, her face a mask of the thrill of excitement coursing through her. For having felt such a sense of disappointment upon initially seeing the weathered old man she had been sufficiently convinced that he truly was as powerful as the stories foretold – if not more so! To witness his abilities had been exhilarating and terrifying all at once – unable to move and the girl that was forced to bark. It was truly awe-inspiring.
Toweling off her long white blonde hair, a ghost of a smile crossed her face as he disappeared, his gleaming eyes giving her the impression that he could even go so far as to read her mind. Hiding a shiver of excitement she turned her attention to the others at the table. She wasn’t the greatest at making friends – but if these were to be the people she’d be training with she knew she needed to put in a good effort regardless of how uncomfortable it made her. She was shocked to see wings on woman sitting next to her; the villages of Jaw Pass didn’t exactly encourage diversity, but couldn’t conceal a snicker of amusement when she asked the younger girl about the whole barking fiasco.
“Are you really surprised?” she asked the winged elf after her comment on Arbos’s behavior. “I think it was an incredibly effective means of teaching us the kind of attitude that won’t be tolerated,” she said pointedly, glancing at the younger girl. “We are here to be taught after all – it’s not as though we’ll be able to fight with our ‘wit’ alone.” The sarcasm in her tone was not subtle, a snarky smile pulling at her lips. Even before she knew just how powerful Arbos was she had found the younger girl’s words rather rude. “My name is Thea, by the way,” she continued, glancing at the others.
Toweling off her long white blonde hair, a ghost of a smile crossed her face as he disappeared, his gleaming eyes giving her the impression that he could even go so far as to read her mind. Hiding a shiver of excitement she turned her attention to the others at the table. She wasn’t the greatest at making friends – but if these were to be the people she’d be training with she knew she needed to put in a good effort regardless of how uncomfortable it made her. She was shocked to see wings on woman sitting next to her; the villages of Jaw Pass didn’t exactly encourage diversity, but couldn’t conceal a snicker of amusement when she asked the younger girl about the whole barking fiasco.
“Are you really surprised?” she asked the winged elf after her comment on Arbos’s behavior. “I think it was an incredibly effective means of teaching us the kind of attitude that won’t be tolerated,” she said pointedly, glancing at the younger girl. “We are here to be taught after all – it’s not as though we’ll be able to fight with our ‘wit’ alone.” The sarcasm in her tone was not subtle, a snarky smile pulling at her lips. Even before she knew just how powerful Arbos was she had found the younger girl’s words rather rude. “My name is Thea, by the way,” she continued, glancing at the others.
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