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Aard_Rinn
2013-05-30, 02:57 PM
It is a little after four in the morning when Shaada finally comes downstairs. She is dressed again in her robes and armor, but now she carries with her a leather pack, and the sword at her side is now accompanied by a pair of daggers.

"Well, what do you know? You are up early enough to walk with me, after all." Her voice rings across the room, distracting Grall from his meal and finally dislodging Revenant from his book. "Come on, then, if you're coming - it's quite a walk, and I want to get to the Church before First Bells." By the time she is done speaking, Laakim has brought her a small basket, presumably containing her breakfast. It is covered in a small checkered towel, but from the smell of steam escaping it, you can tell that it's probably full of meat pastries.

Shaada heads out onto the street, and you are forced to scramble to catch up - it seems she is no proponent of a seated breakfast. When you reach her, however, she sets a comfortable pace, heading down the main street of Tell's Howe towards the Church of the Phoenix. She is silent, for a while, and the sounds of the city waking up surround you - although it is still dark, save for the streetlamps, many residents are already preparing for the day ahead - butchers receiving fresh shipments of meat, bakers already turning out the first fresh loaves, and vendors setting out their carts in the street. The Watch, too, are present, standing on the streetcorners and talking with merchants as they prepare to return to the Watchhouses for the end of the Nightwatch. Some amongst the Daywatch are present too, sharing the news with those heading home as they eat breakfast. The air is light and casual, however - they are unconcerned with thieving now, when most of the city is safely in its bed.

After a while, Shaada deigns to speak. "The city is most beautiful, I think, in the morning. It seems a happier place, now, than it does when it lies exposed in the light of the sun. Easier to forget the bad..."

IamL
2013-05-30, 03:31 PM
Grall
"Where I'm from, first bells are typically at dawn. Is the convention the same here?" I pause for a second before collecting my thoughts and continuing.
"I, too, enjoy cool morning streets over the baked, parched mid afternoon streets. I suppose you would know about the bad in this city, being an adventurer. Though my question is, why don't you try to change it?"

PersonMan
2013-05-30, 03:33 PM
Eirea, having never gone to sleep, eventually wanders from her room into the common one, still studying her notebooks and fiddling with her necklace, whispering inaudibly to herself. Intrigued by the prospect of visiting the good side of a temple, Eirea follows their red-haired employer when she comes to visit it, surprised by her quick pace but able to match it.

"Indeed, the hours just between day and night have a special air that is not found at any other time," Eirea agrees. It was often the best part of the night for her, although it was generally the end of her most productive hours. Ever since leaving home, staying up the entire night had become significantly easier. As had been going without food or drink, although she still took part in it when she had an opportunity to have some of quality.

Sliver
2013-05-30, 03:35 PM
Revenant, his muscles not alive and never tiring, doesn't seem to have trouble keeping with the quicker pace set by Shaada and doesn't seem to care either way when she slows down. Morty kept a small distance in front of the group with a light trot.

As Shaada spoke up, Revenant remained quiet for a moment, thinking of what to say. "How can one appreciate the good if he ignores the bad? People always lack perspective. Either they forget the good when light shines on the bad, or they ignore the bad and live in a lie... Both must be put on the scale at the same time to fully experience the world. If you just forget the bad, then something like the smell of baking bread would seem minor when for another being able to experience the scents creates a feeling of envy... I'm sorry, I ramble."

Aard_Rinn
2013-05-30, 03:50 PM
"Ahh... Glad to see you join us, then," Shaada replies as Eirea catches up with the group.

"It was not so long ago that we did change the world, was it? A thousand years of war, drawn to a close... It feels so long ago, when in reality it was less than the span of a mortal life. I suppose, in a way, that I have found contentment as a wanderer; it is only when I am amongst others that I remember what I have given up..." She is silent for a few long moments, watching the streets before her.

"I understand what you mean about scale, I think. There are little things, aspects of being human, that I don't think I'll ever understand - things that I gave up in exchange for a life of raging against the darkness. I don't know if I regret it, sometimes."

Sliver
2013-05-30, 04:27 PM
"A lot of people sacrifice themselves to improve the world..." Revenant observes. "Makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside, doesn't it? Knowing that there are good people out there that would care for others more than themselves... So, are you immortal or something?"

Aard_Rinn
2013-05-30, 08:27 PM
"Immortal?" she laughs, but her voice is bitter. "No, nothing so fortunate... I have merely lived a while; longer, perhaps, than some, but to others my life has passed in a mere blink. I... I was born fourteen years before the start of the Children's War. I still dream about those first few years, before we really understood how to fight..."

Shaada's face remains calm, but her eyes grow dark, like magma cooling as it slides over rock.

IamL
2013-05-30, 08:38 PM
Grall
"How do you fight? That is, what is your fighting style?"

Aard_Rinn
2013-05-30, 09:08 PM
Shaada seems cheered by this distraction. "Well, I typically wield a sword," at this her hand brushes the blade at her hip, "but my true talent lies in magic - fire magic, specifically; I'm useless at most other kinds. I was late come into it, you see - I was nearly seventeen by the time I learned that I could control the power; before that, it would just erupt from me, wildly; sometimes, when I was angry or frightened, it would lash out at whoever was around me. Liliander was the first person to realize what it was - where I lived, there were few people trained in the use of magic, and with my father vanished, there was no one who could train me. Liliander taught me how to control it, in the beginning." She seems happier now, lost in memories of better times.

"And you? Did you fight in the Wars at all, or are you to young to have been part of it?"

Sliver
2013-05-31, 12:33 AM
"I fought, was a man of sword myself. Not too skilled, unfortunately. Since then I have picked up a different profession, but that time is shrouded in darkness for me. My mind rejects those memories... It doesn't matter, either, since I'm entirely different than I was back then. Trying to remember what happened before, it's the same as trying to remember details of a story I heard once but never really listened as it was quite boring."

"You had uncontrolled fire magic? I imagine it was hazardous... Did it burst out when you had strong emotional outbursts? Did you injure or kill someone by accident?"

One thing Revenant learned was that people liked talking about themselves. She brought up the subject and Revenant decided to ask her questions about it to show that he listened. The fact that the nature of his questions is likely to raise more unpleasant memories for her was lost to him.

Aard_Rinn
2013-05-31, 05:43 AM
"...When we left home, I burned my village to the ground behind us. It was ok, though; no one had lived there for a long time, just me and my brothers. Everyone else had either left or been killed in another attack... I just wanted it to be gone, you know? To know that I never had to go back... They rebuilt a new city there, but I've never been. It just wouldn't feel right, to go back there; too much that I left behind, I suppose."

Shaafa seems pensive, contemplating her tale. She looks up at the city skyline, watching the sky right over the buildings begin to turn the pale, dusky blue that meant dawn was approaching.

"I don't really have a home, now. Sometimes I stay at the temples to the Phoenix, sometimes I stay with old comrades from the war - Laakim was a fighter, too, though she joined far later than me - and sometimes I just wander, for days on end..."

After this, she speaks no more for a little while, watching as the stars low on the horizon began to vanish in the light of day.

"And you two? Were you warriors?" she finally asks the others.

PersonMan
2013-05-31, 08:31 AM
Eirea nods as Shaafa speaks, herself knowing the feeling she mentions. Of having no home and wandering.

"No, I was born three years after the war ended. My mother and I had...differing viewpoints on some things, mainly my future, so several years ago I left my home. Since then I've been wandering," Eirea says, the comfort brought by Revenant's presence making it easy for her to speak of her past. "I only rarely seek out populated places. I generally feel more at home in a graveyard or ruin than in a living village or city,"

IamL
2013-05-31, 10:11 AM
Grall
"No, I was born later. My father, however, was part of Liliander's honor guard. His name was Giel Malthos; if you trained under Liliander, you might have known him.

Sliver
2013-05-31, 11:42 AM
A moment of silent passes when Revenant suddenly moans like a zombie. Perhaps he wanted Eirea to feel more comfortable.

Aard_Rinn
2013-05-31, 11:59 AM
At Eirea's words, Shaada nods lightly. "Myself, I prefer the plains - wide open spaces where you can run for days without rest, nothing but the wind and the birds by your side, and the hot sun at your back... I don't mind the cities, so much, but I prefer to be alone - I am always edgy when I'm surrounded by other people."

When Grall finally speaks, Shaada recoils as if struck, shock writing itself across her face. "Malthos? ...You're his son?" Shaada's eyes widen in sorrow. "I'm... I'm sorry. I heard about what happened to him. He was a good man; I'm sorry you never had the chance to know him. He... never told me he had a family - I would have looked, had I known - but he vanished after the war. He only ever visited me once, after - he wanted me to... well, there was a favor he wanted to call in before he went."

She stops, as if contemplating something, before continuing. "When... Once we have finished this delivery, perhaps you would like to come with me and meet some of your father's comrades? I still keep in touch with some of them; I'm sure they'd like a chance to meet his son."

IamL
2013-05-31, 12:42 PM
Grall
My father's comrades?
"I'd love that, yes. Thank you. All my life, I haven't known much about him."

Aard_Rinn
2013-05-31, 04:39 PM
At this, Shaada smiles, and it's only a little sad. "I think I'd like that, too."

Returning to the others in the party, she hesitates a moment, then steels herself and asks, "So, and pardon me if this is offensive, what's it like, being dead? It's always been a point of interest, for me - very few of those I fought alongside returned..."

Sliver
2013-05-31, 04:50 PM
Revenant didn't think if the question was to him or not and began answering it right away. "I have heard that if you block off one of your senses, others are stronger. It's a lie. I only see and hear, and those senses aren't any sharper than before. It's odd, to live without taste, scent or feel... You'd think that the mundane necessities of humans are a burden, but I do feel they are amiss, even thirty years later. You can forget your worries for a moment by indulging yourself with good food and drink, I cannot. While you go to sleep, I stay awake, aware of every passing minute. You can shut down your consciousness for a while, but I'm afraid that if I stay still for too long, I'll turn into one of the mindless. There is a lot that I do not need to fear, but those worries never plagued me when I was alive. I didn't replace worries, I simply gained them. I pretend my undead servant isn't mindless, but is a loyal companion, simply to grab at some fake sense of humanity. I would have been happier if I wasn't so aware of my flawed nature. Just another of the sacrifices I agreed to so I'd become the voice of the dead. So I can change something."

"No regrets."

PersonMan
2013-05-31, 05:27 PM
Eirea listens as Revenant speaks. Rapt attention would be an understatement - for a few moments, his words are the only thing she pays attention to. When he's finished, she seems to consider something for a few moments, nodding. Then, suddenly, it hits her - Shaada's question may have included her as well as Revenant.

"Ah, despite having some qualities of those not living, I am alive," Eirea explains. "I do not need food, drink or sleep, but I can still partake in them. Well..." she seems embarrassed for a moment, as she continues. "Apart from sleeping. I can't, well, not really,"

Aard_Rinn
2013-06-02, 04:27 AM
"Hmm..." She gazes up at the sky for a minute, thinking.

"I'm sure that by this point, the three of you have caught on to the fact that I, myself, am not human?"

Sliver
2013-06-02, 05:32 AM
"You're aura is different, stronger than usual, but you are still alive. You don't seem too inclined on sharing such information and others seem more interested in that stuff than I..."

Aard_Rinn
2013-06-02, 07:32 AM
"... Yes, I suppose that would be accurate enough - my own past is something that I rarely seek occasion to speak of. However... If we are to travel together, I would rather have it be known to at least you three - the two of you will no doubt figure it out in time, and Grall... Your father was a good man. I see no reason to hide from his son."

She pauses, twisting the ring around her finger as if contemplating what to say. "I would have your word that none of this will be told to anyone, including the others? I will tell them in my own time, if it is needed."

IamL
2013-06-02, 10:19 AM
Grall
"I swear upon Ko-the Phoenix."
Crap. I'm not sure if people will really care if I call him "Kord," but I should probably play it safe, and this is the second time I've slipped up. Gotta watch my tongue.

Sliver
2013-06-02, 10:36 AM
"They will have to pry your secret out of my cold, dead, inanimate body." Revenant says. "Morty will keep his mouth shut as well. Well, at least when we aren't playing 'where's my mouth', but that's not his fault, since I'm the one hiding his mouth..."

IamL
2013-06-02, 10:40 AM
Grall
"And what happens if you decide to pull his leg about something?"

Sliver
2013-06-02, 10:52 AM
"Have you ever seen a three-legged wolf? It's hilarious."

IamL
2013-06-02, 10:58 AM
Grall
"I'd imagine so."

Aard_Rinn
2013-06-02, 11:57 AM
Shaada laughs along, looking a bit relieved at both the lightened atmosphere and your promises. "Alright, then. My mother was an elf - she died in childbirth, giving birth to me. She was a mage and a summoner. My father, from what little my brothers told me of him, was an efreet - a fire elemental she called into service and fell in love with. He left shortly after my conception; I have never met him, nor do I know his name. So not a fire mage, so much - more a fire elemental; the blood runs strong in me, and I am far closer to my father's side of the family than my mothers. Even this body is only an assumed form. You can understand why I'd keep it quiet, I'm sure."

She watches you cautiously, gauging your response. Even as she speaks, one hand slips to the blade at her side, and she tenses as if to run or fight - Elemental crossbreeds are so rare as to be unheard of, vestiges of the First World slipping over to the third, and she can't be certain if you'll attack her - in many ways she might be considered greater aberration than either Eirea or Revenant.

Sliver
2013-06-02, 12:27 PM
"That's fascinating. My voice may not show it, but I really mean it. How was your life growing up? Was it hard until you were able to create a disguise, or did you always have one? Did other kids or adults make it a hard time for you growing up? Do you know of others like you?" She wasn't one of the normal mortals... She was more of an outsider, even if a native one. It intrigued Revenant... "I heard that outsiders, and specifically those of elemental nature, don't leave a body once they die. Is the same applies to you?"

PersonMan
2013-06-02, 12:57 PM
"I promise to keep your secret, well, a secret," Eirea assures Shaada. She avoids the 'I give you my word' wording, due to what her mother taught her. Old habits did die hard. When the woman reveals her heritage, she raises her eyebrows over her blindfold. Well, she does more than that, but one positive aspect of her blindfold is that others can't tell whether or not her eyes are widened in shock.

"I've...only heard rumors about such a thing happening. My mother was very interested in crossbreeding, but even she hadn't found anything conclusive," Eirea says once the shock wears off. "I, em, hope I don't offend you by asking, but could you show me your...natural shape sometime? I must admit, some of my mother's fascination with halfbreeds rubbed off on me and I am quite curious.

O-of course, only when you'd be ready to do so," she adds hastily. The pallor of her cheeks changes slightly, moving a hair closer to a healthy skin tone, evidence of her awkwardness asking such a question.

Eirea decides that it's probably best to not mention how her mother's interest in crossbreeding was primarily in having powerful, easily manipulated halfbreed servants. After all, she had said, who was a better follower than one who knew that they would be ostracized by anyone but you? It was a simple, but effective, strategy: give them a feeling of belonging, in a world that would reject them.

"I'm honored that you've entrusted your secret to me. Perhaps, one night, I'll give you mine," Eirea continues, completely oblivious to the unusual nature of what she said. As her mother was a very nocturnal being, often doing everything important in the night hours, she had grown up with a very night-focused view of day and night.

Aard_Rinn
2013-06-02, 01:27 PM
As Revenant speaks, Shaada's hand slides away from her sword, and she relaxes a fraction. "Ah... Disguise has never been a challenge, to be honest. My mother cast spells before I was born to force me into a human shape - the strain of the spells is part of what killed her, as I understand. Maintaining the form once her spells ran out was no difficulty - by then, I was perhaps ten, and pouring energy into a spell-form you have worn so long is no great challenge. Mastering the control of my externalized power was more of a challenge; I had no one to teach me, so I had to design my own spells, and create my own channels through which to cast."

She pauses, contemplative, as she thinks about the next question. "I have no idea what will happen when I die. This body is a true one - it is as real as any of yours - so I assume it will remain, but whether or not my soul will remain complete, as would a mortal's, or dissipate into the substance of the Plane of Elemental Fire as another elemental's might, I have no idea. I have rarely ever met other elementals, to be honest, and I may well be the only natural half-breed to exist... I don't look forwards to finding out, anyways."

Listening to Eirea speak, she looks curious. "Your mother studies elementals? How fascinating! Does she study all of the extraplanar races, or merely those from the Elemental Planes? I wouldn't object to showing you my native form when we're on the road - I rarely assume it, but it is no great trouble. Perhaps you could introduce me to your mother, some time? I am always looking for more information on elementals, and it is rare I have the chance to speak to someone who studies them."

PersonMan
2013-06-02, 01:38 PM
Eirea is surprised by Shaada's response. "Ah, well, she doesn't specifically study elemental crossbreeds, but crossbreeding in general. As for meeting her...that could prove difficult. And potentially dangerous. She's not the most friendly woman, especially since I cut ties to her," she says.

Aard_Rinn
2013-06-02, 08:26 PM
"Ah. My apologies." Shaada scans the city skyline, where the pendants of the Temple of the Phoenix are now much close, framing the rapidly rising sun between them. "We're maybe fifteen minutes off. When we get there, would you like to go with me to meet the High Priestess, or do you have your own business to attend to? I'm supposed to have breakfast with her and the Chief Historian." At this, she raises the basket containing the meat pies.

IamL
2013-06-02, 08:49 PM
Grall
"I'll go with you to meet the High Priestess. Sounds interesting."

Sliver
2013-06-02, 10:04 PM
"I'll join, if you don't mind me not eating with you."

PersonMan
2013-06-04, 09:38 AM
"I would enjoy a meal with such people - I have always been curious as to the friendly side of religious folk," Eirea says, nodding. "I might partake of the actual eating, but don't feel odd if I choose not to, I don't require food,"

Aard_Rinn
2013-06-04, 11:20 AM
"Excellent,' replies Shaada. 'We're old friends, and she does trust my judgeme_t, but she does like to know who's handling the artifacts."

You turn right onto another street, and before you, you can see the Temple of the Phoenix.

It stretches out before you, the plaza's white stonework gleaming orange in the morning sun. The willow trees that border the temple are in bloom, their fragrant pink-and-white flowers drifting in the breeze, and beneath them, the various priests and other visitors to the church stand in small groups, presumably discussing religious matters as the temple's acolytes tend the gardens and sweep the fallen flower petals off of the cobbles. In the grassy courtyard beyond, an even greater variety of activities takes place - a few scattered families eat breakfast on the lawn, a group of children chase a ball, and by the massive statue of The Worshipping Uruk-Thanhk(1) a group of trolls kneel in prayer.

As you follow Shaada across the yard, a bell tolls once, it's long, mournful note resonating through the morning air and signaling the first hour of the morning. It pauses for a few seconds, letting the last vestiges of the note die away, before ringing again, and then a third time before falling silent.(2)

Standing at the base of the temple steps are a small group of people, who Shaada heads towards. Two are dressed in the blue of the Tell's Howe Watch - a tall, dark-haired woman and a black-haired plainsman. A woman, robed in paler blue, stands beside them, her long black hair reaching nearly to her ankles. When she turns to look at you at a word from the man, you see her face catch the morning light, and her skin sparkles and diffracts it across it's surface like cut glass. The last to accompany her is a young girl who looks about sixteen, and wears the same red-and-white robes as Shaada, although she bears no armor or weapons.

When you reach the group, the woman in blue bows. "Shaada - welcome. And these are the companions you said you would find? Excellent - why don't you come with me - Liir, Naii, you are of course welcome to join us as well."

The woman in blue armor smiles. "Alright - I need to have a quick word with Shaada in private, anyways. Perhaps after breakfast?" She looks over at Shaada, who smiles and nods.

The man shakes his head. "Well, I'm afraid I'll have to leave you women to it - Balor and Omman think they have a good lead on that explosion at Barrelman's Way, and they want me handy while they follow up on it. I'll be over there if you need me." This last bit is addressed to the guardswoman, who nods an affirmative as he walks off. As he passes you group, he nods a brief greeting - "Good day."

As he strides off into the distance, you follow the woman in the robes into the temple. She guides you down a hallway to the left. As you follow her, the guardswoman falls back to walk with you.

"Sorry - I just realized we haven't been introduced. I'm Naii - the commander of the Mage's Guard, and that was my husband, Liir - the captain of the city watch."

Picture of the Temple
http://www.saint-petersburg.com/images/virtual-tour/kazan-cathedral.jpg

Group at the stairs, in order of mention:

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(1)The Worshipping Uruk-Thanhk
The Worshipping Uruk-Thanhk is a giant stone statue of a troll, down on one knee with his sword before him, as if being knighted. According to the trollish legend, it is no mere statue - it is the troll king Uruakathanak, who lead the trolls in the Godsfall War. It is said that he served the troll god for many years, until he saw the might of the Phoenix, at which point he fell to his knees and asked that he and his soldiers be allowed to serve Him. According to the stories, he served valiantly, and when the Phoenix and the Kirin departed, he vowed to serve them forever. He founded the trollish "Church of the Eternal Flame", and then knelt and made himself as stone, so he could wait for his god until the end of days, and lead his people, the trolls, into battle again.

(2)The City Bells
The city bells toll all day, from six in the morning until midnight. First Bells consists of a single toll, repeated three times, at six in the morning. Second follows, with two tolls repeated three times at eight. Subsequent tolls repeat every other hour, up until midnight, which consists of nine tolls. This is fairly common in cities, and in Tell's Howe, the bells are rung by the Temple of the Phoenix in the north, and the Temple of the Kirin in the South.

PersonMan
2013-06-05, 09:27 AM
Eirea curiously looks around the temple grounds as they arrive, taking in the sights and sounds of the living. It wasn't often that she saw such a lively temple - she occasionally saw such structures, but almost exclusively at night. Their proximity to most graveyards she could find meant that her studies of the graves and simple enjoyment of their atmosphere could only take place if she snuck past or talked to the holy folk in charge of keeping them.

Looking through her blindfold, Eirea nods at the man as he leaves. As the armored woman - Naii, she reveals her name to be, speaks to them inside, she smiles. Outside of the daylight she doesn't look quite as pale, but it's still obvious. Her cloak's movement occasionally reveals the slim black books at her waist and the bones they are wrapped together by. Eirea walks with her arms folded in front of her, briefly glancing to the others as the woman asks her question. It was unspoken, but clearly there.

"It is a pleasure meeting you, Naii. I am Eirea, with no last name," she says. Curious about the young priestess, but also about this woman - captain of the Mage Guard? What sort of group was that? - Eirea focuses her attention on her. She wanted to know things...now was a good time to put her skills to work.

DM:
Going for Diplomacy to begin influencing her attitude (rolling it now, but it's for the whole next minute of her and Eirea conversing).

D: [roll0]

Sliver
2013-06-05, 10:51 AM
Revenant walks behind a few steps behind Shaada, examining the temple as they walk in. It had a different atmosphere than he was used to, but it was a Phoenix temple nonetheless.

"Revenant, follower of the Silent Call." He introduces himself a few moments later.

IamL
2013-06-05, 01:20 PM
Grall
"Grall Malthos, cleric of the Phoenix."

Aard_Rinn
2013-06-06, 10:13 PM
"Ah. Pleasure to meet you, then. It's good to see Shaad meeting new people - I was originally going to accompany her on this trip, but we've had some issues with arson lately, and I can't leave the city until we've resolved it; I maintain the city's fireward, amongst my other duties." She tucks a few stray hairs behind her ear, letting out a little huff. "I've got to say, managing a city is... complicated. It seems there's always some thing or another keeping me here - I don't think I've gone on vacation in the last seven years!"

She laughs, and it echoes clear and bright down the hallway. "Well, how are you enjoying the Howe? You are all travelers, aren't you?"

Sliver
2013-06-09, 10:45 PM
Revenant nods. "I was on my way back to the temple when the gates closed. The meeting with Shaada was a chance encounter, although some in the group consider it fate. I'll join the journey because I think Morty would enjoy the company."

"What would have happened if you were already gone when the arsonist stroke? Don't you have a replacement? I have learned that people who never take a break often become stressed, which would affect negatively their job performance. I'm sure nobody would like to see you snap and end up setting homes on fire yourself..."

Aard_Rinn
2013-06-09, 11:58 PM
Naii laughs. "Oh, I'm sure the other mages could hold down the fort, for a while, anyways. But it's more complicated than that. See, Liir and I built this city - and when I say that, I'm being more literal than you might think. The city's firewards - all of it's wards, really - I wrote them, over every inch of the city. I've trained others, since, but I still place my own wards on every new building in the city - I am the most powerful mage in the Howe, and my spells form the backbone of the city's defense. If someone is able to breach the firewards, I feel it is only right that I take a... personal interest in their capture." Her eyes are still light, but her words are venomous, and there is a hint of steel in her breath promising pain and suffering to her enemy. It passes quickly from her, however - as if instantaneously, her cheerfulness returns.

"I'm not to concerned, however. Whoever is committing these crimes is controlling a fire elemental - easy magic to trace, summoning - and the wards were never designed to deal with magic like that. They are more to protect from the little nuisance fires of city life - thatch set ablaze, a smithy catching fire - and to prevent flames from leaping building to building. Magical arson is rare enough that it is of small concern, so long as the other firewards are active, you see - as long as it cannot spread, it is little danger to the city."

She gives an awkward grin. "I'm sorry - I prattle. I have put the last twenty years of my life into these wards - I tend to go on, if I am not put off often. They have been my life and my joy for a long time."

Brushing her hair over her ear, she examines the three of you. "An eclectic bunch, you lot. It's nice, to see that Shaada has found some companions for her wanderings. She is alone to much - it softens her head." With that, she gives the back of Shaada's head a good-natured jab, to which Shaada retaliates with a smack upside the head.

"Not so soft as I couldn't thrash you, mageling whelp." Naii grins at the friendly insult - the two seem like old friends falling back into a well-known greeting.

As you talk, you are led further into the temple. Finally, at a gesture from the tall, blue-cowled woman, you stop. She strides into a room on one side of the hall, leaving your group waiting. Shaada leans up against the wall casually, the young acolyte standing besides her, while Naii continues to talk to you.

Sliver
2013-06-10, 12:50 AM
"Well, be careful. If someone would go as far as summon an elemental to light a fire, it seems like they are inclined to do more and are testing the limits of your wards. I'd expect more serious attacks to follow."

Aard_Rinn
2013-06-13, 10:37 PM
Note: This is a time-skip post, meant to advance your half of the party to the reunion of both halves. There will be two posts in the IC thread, one for the other half of the party only, and one for the reunited halves to read together. The one for the other half only will be spoilered, with a note like this at the top, and the one for the whole group will be posted after that.

As you continue to talk with Naii, the conversation returning to lighter topics, the door to the office opens again, and the woman in the blue robe beckons you inside. When you enter, you are seated in a group of chairs arranged around a small table - only after you are seated do you realize that it is, in fact, a sturdy wooden desk. Across from where you stand is seated an older woman - you might place her at around fifty, for a human, her face beginning to show the first signs of her advancing age. Her hair is loose and dark - it shines chestnut in the dimly lit room, the only illumination the light of the wall sconces and the dim sunlight peeking through the shades. Her eyes seem tired - in fact, her entire body looks worn, as if it had been hard-used over her life and was only now able to pause and take a rest. She wears the red robes of a High Priestess of the Phoenix, and to one side lies the staff of her office - a black staff, carved of walnut, with a bright gold cap, carved with the rays of the sun in an elegant whorl around the tip.

When she sees you enter, she rises to her feet, and strides out from behind the table to greet you.

"Riishaad." Although the greeting is formal, even clipped, it is clear from the tone of her voice and the look in her eyes that the two woman know each other well. Shaada sweeps to one knee before the older woman, pressing a kiss to the inside of her offered wrist.

"My honor and my duty, milady Priestess." Shaada's reply is just as short, but at a gesture from the priestess, she rises, and the two embrace.

Finally, Shaada steps back and gestures to the three of you where you stand waiting. "My companions, Lady Nydia - the maid Eirea, the cleric Grall Malthos-son-of-Giel, and Revenant, an adherent of the Silent Call. And two others, but they will be along later - we set out early, this morning, before the sun was even up, and they required a little more time to prepare before setting out. They should be along soon, however."

Returning her attentions to you, she continues. "Grall, Eirea, Revenant - allow me to introduce to you the lady Nydia, High Priestess of the Phoenix and Abbess of the Temple of the Phoenix here in the Howe; the lady Brede," this with a gesture to the woman in the blue robe, "and Naii Uueshetaadema, who I believe you've already spoken to. And this," she places her hands on the youngest girl's shoulders, "Is Verill. She'll also be accompanying us - she is responsible for caring for the Sword, and trained in it's safe transport."

She gestures to the seats around the table, pulling the contents out of the basket as everyone is seated. She lays a plate of meat pies on the table, followed by a caraf of thick brown coffee and a smaller bowlful of nuts. Priestess Nydia fetches a basket of fruit from below the desk, and Verill sets the table, giving each of you a plate, as well as setting two more places for Drowning Fish and Alderon.

As you begin to eat, Nydia, Brede, Naii and Shaada begin to talk. They discuss many things - the fires in the city, the conditions of the Howe-Raahls, and upcoming Temple holidays being just a few. They seem content to chat amongst themselves, seemingly updating each other on the goings-on of half the continent, and they speak comfortably and familiarly with each other as if old friends. Verill sits at Shaada's side, listening intently, although she rarely comments.

Perhaps fifteen minutes later, a knock comes at the door. An older man sticks his head in. "Two further guests, milady Priestess. They have the lady Riishaad's token, and said they were to join her?"

Nydia nods. "Send them in."

As the other two travelers enter, Shaada rises to meet them. "Alderon, Drowning Fish, welcome! Glad you made it here! Come, have a seat - we were just waiting for your arrival before we got down to business. There's breakfast, if you want it."

Once more she introduces the other occupants of the room, this time more briefly. "The Lady Nydia, High Priestess of the Phoenix. Naii Uueshetaadema, captain of the Mage's Guard. Lady Brede of Ffjolknir, and Virill, guardian of the Sword."

Nydia's Robe
http://www.mooncostumes.com/image/27386

Nydia herself has chestnut hair that reaches her chest, and dark brown eyes. She also carries a wooden staff capped in gold as symbol of her office.

Aard_Rinn
2013-09-12, 02:41 PM
As the two of you walk down the city streets, you can see the trails of smoke in the distance. The raven, Myr, follows you as you go, winging his way silently from bush to bush as you travel away from the temple back towards the still-burning building. A cool breeze blows the scent of ash to you, overpowering the usual smells of the crisp autumn night.

Around Grall's neck, the drake remains curled, color ebbing across her smooth form in rhythmic waves, like the beating of a mortal's heart. She is silent and still, presumably asleep.

IamL
2013-09-12, 02:44 PM
Grall
I bring the pace up to a jog, motioning for Eirea to follow.
"I need a minute to collect my thoughts; what I am about to say might be taken the wrong way."
When we reach the burning wreckage, I wait for Eirea, drawing my sword and restng the tip on the ground in front of me.

PersonMan
2013-09-12, 03:04 PM
Eirea raises an eyebrow at what Grall says. Taken the wrong way? What was he going to say that would require delicate handling? It wasn't like that was his forte, either...Eirea's mind goes back to when they met, the day before yesterday, and his rudeness. If he hadn't seen fit to filter his speech then, what was it that he was saying now?

"I see. That is rather curious. I'm wondering how it will compare to your words back in that tavern. 'Sort of human'," she says. Her tone makes it clear that she isn't annoyed, but it is a subtle prod at his former rudeness.

IamL
2013-09-12, 07:32 PM
Grall
"I'm...having some issues with faith. My people, my sect of the Phoenix-worshippers, believe that each person has two extraterrestrial energies flowung through them: Arcana, the source of arcane magic, and Chi, source of divine magic. Arcana is typically represented by the red section of the Um/Yang symbol, while Chi is symbolized as blue. Chi comes from two main sources: Faith in oneself and faith in others, most likely a deity. The closer your connection with a deity, and the stronger your belief in both your deity and yourself is, the smoother and swifter your chi flows throughout the body. My father taught me this; it is the last thing I remember him telling me before he killed himself. I was present for his last three seconds, in fact, having walked downstairs after having a nightmare. Anyway, my faith was shattered then. My father was a renowned cleric, healer, and swordsman, known as one of the finest warriors in the Children's army. I thought that he could handle anything, but it turns out he couldn't handle himself, and his impossible standards he set for himself. My faith in both myself and the Phoenix was obliterated that day. It has taken me the better part of twenty years to begin to recover, but everything has changed today. I was unable to do anything against Nathan, my god's words were unable to aid me the night before in a question about Uriel, and the two first people to respect, confide in, and trust me in nearly twindecades died because I was unable to do anything. I was powerless. I couldn't stop him from knocking me to the ground and stealing the Ruugukhan. But it is also the fact that he also worshipped the Phoenix, he also held the same god to worship, gained the power to kill Shaada and Virill from the Phoenix. My faith in the Phoenix's judgement has also been destroyed.
My mentor, J'hara, was slaughtered by Kirin extremists while the most junior of them dealt with me easiy, bringing me to the brink of death but leaving me alive as an insult. Everything I've done to recover has been demolished. I am broken. I believe your ability to confound me two nights ago illustrates my point: Before you, I had met nearly nobody able to fast-talk me like that. I am strong and intuitive, but none of that matters when everything is stronger, smarter, faster, tougher, and, all in all, more powerful than you. Two nights ago, I was brazen, but only because I am broken inside. I fight because fights are simple, they are exhilerating, and they keep my mind from wandering back to the fateful night seventeen years ago, and from the fate that people close to me have seemed to suffer. I need help, Eirea. I need help, from both you and the Phoenix."
I weep silently, tears rolling down my face, which is lowered to the pommel of my greatsword, which causes the tears to slide down the groove in the center of the blade. After about five minutes, I stand up straight, face composed in a mask of calm.
I pick up the tear-stained greatsword and move it in the most advanced Poomse, of which I know only eight moves from studying my father: Ilyeo, which represents one, or whole, the concept that everything is made out of everything, that is, everything is made out of the same stuff, that everything is one,and that one is everything. I complete the eight move sequence I know repeatedly, over and over again. When I finally stop, I am sweating profusely, but I have been renewed.
I speak again, this time, more calmly.
"Has anybody ever taught you how to wield a greatsword?"

PersonMan
2013-09-13, 04:20 PM
Eirea silently ponders the cleric's words for a few moments after he speaks. It was certainly a lot to swallow. Issues with his faith, problems with his self-confidence, both manifesting as breaks in the foundations of his magic. It was obviously an issue, if anything because he would be less useful for the group without it. But, with what's happened that day so far, Eirea doesn't want to allow the rest of the group to be further damaged by the deaths of their employer/comrades. While she wouldn't have trouble doing what was needed, she's worried about the others. If they couldn't bring themselves to overcome the emotional trauma of the experience, then exacting vengeance would be difficult.

"You're falling into the same trap your father did," Eirea begins. "Your failure caused the deaths of Shaada and Virill? One might as well say that I am the cause of their demise. Or Drowning Fish, or Alderon, or Revenant. It is the past, one that we cannot allow to haunt us. You cannot hold yourself responsible for everything that goes wrong," she continues. Comfort isn't something she's done often, but it can't be that difficult...right? Then the tears start. Obviously not a good sign. Eirea considers what to do for a bit, before finally coming to a course of action.

"Shhhhh," she 'says', a simple, soothing sound she's heard used for such things before. "Look into my eyes, be calm," Eirea puts a hand on his shoulder, waiting for the goliath to look at her before pushing her blindfold up from her eyes, revealing the starburst of color normally hidden by it. Before long, Grall will feel the magic of Eirea's gaze, inspiring a deep connection, sudden trust, if he does not pit his will against it.

---

As Grall asks her if she's ever been trained to use a greatsword, Eirea shakes her head, blindfold now firmly re-tied. "No, I've never had need of such skills. My mother told me that such things were a waste of time for my sort," she explains.

IamL
2013-09-13, 06:34 PM
Grall
A tentative smile slowly makes its way across my face.
"But, as we have found out, your mother was a rather flawed woman, no? Learning to defend yourself is never in vain, especially not with a weapon as elegant as the greatsword, which must be kept in perfect balance to avoid the weapon's own weight from being its weilder's doom. It is a long and compicated process.
Do you wish to learn?
I reverse the weapon, holding it gingerly by the blade, offering the pommel to Eirea.

PersonMan
2013-09-13, 07:45 PM
"If I must draw a weapon at all, something has already gone very wrong," Eirea says, shrugging. "I may try, but learning to use such a blade would take quite some time,"

Silently, she wonders if this is somehow related to what he said earlier. First he has a breakdown, and now he's offering to teach her swordplay, of all things?

IamL
2013-09-13, 07:57 PM
(Reply to her 1.7- liner about the eyes I was unsure of how to respond to because I had already jumped forwards in time...):
Grall
As I stare into her eyes, her beautiful eyes, and listen to her soothing words, I draw her close and give her a grateful hug.
"Thank you for understanding."
(back in the present....)
Grall
I nod, then, assuming she took the sword, adjust her grip on it.
"The greatsword lends itself to sweeps and slashes, mostly circular motions, to maintain momentum and maximize power. Jabs can be difficult, though. Here, leet's start with a diagonal downwards cut from a little above the shoulder, one of the more common strikes.

OoC: Grall is trying to recover by helping somebody, by proving that he can help somebody, especially somebody that he's attracted to romantically.

PersonMan
2013-09-13, 08:12 PM
Eirea takes the sword and, as she goes through the basic motions Grall shows her, seems to wield it significantly better than may be expected. Of course, the end result still isn't very good, but it's not as bad as it could be. Internally, she is somewhat conflicted. On one hand, she saw this as a nonsensical waste of energy and wanted to point that out. Why spend time learning to swing a blade at something when she could use the same time working out how to avoid needing to? Especially since she didn't have a sword of her own. What was she going to do, loan Grall's next time they fought something? On the other hand, it could be that this...impromptu swordplay lesson was some kind of ritualistic method of dealing with his emotions.

"I've heard of those who use weapons more focused on their agility than their power. Such a thing may be a better option, as bringing my entire strength to bear...well, there isn't especially much to be done there, Eirea says after a few moments. For now, at least, she'd go along with it. Perhaps she could ask Revenant or Alderon about it later. They might understand Grall's unusual behavior better than she did.


+3 BAB, so only at a -1 to attack rolls rather than the standard -4 for total newbie guard types.

Also, I had an interesting drama-idea, but it'd have required metagaming and been out of character for Eirea (it'd basically be contingent on her realizing his motivation and getting in a huff about "oh I see, I'm just the first person around who you can push your 'help' on to feel better"). It could be pretty tough on Grall in his state, if I'd gone for it.

IamL
2013-09-13, 09:19 PM
Yeah, he kinda would have been crushed. Like, suicidal crushed.
Grall
I adjust Eirea's technique, showing her how to bring her entire body to bear in each strike.
"True. Though J'hara always told me, and demonstrated, that technique beats speed and strength nine times out of ten. See, some people see a fighter or a swordsman and think it's all hack slash beat-em-up stuff that just requires strength, while the reality of it is, it takes technique to bring your strength to bear. Look, draw your blade for a moment, and hand it to me. What is the advantage of a larger, broader, heavier blade over a shorter and lighter one?

PersonMan
2013-09-14, 05:42 AM
"I don't have technique, though. ...Unless you count 'put the blade in the enemy'," Eirea says, smiling lightly. As Grall asks her to draw her blade, her smile widens briefly. Taking one hand off the hilt of the sword, letting the blade rest on the ground to keep from having to hold it one-handed, she closes her fingers around the air at her waist, then extends that hand to Grall, still holding the air as if her hand was closed around a hilt of some sort.

"Here is my blade. Be careful with it, it's fragile," she says.

IamL
2013-09-14, 08:00 AM
Grall
My smile broadens at her comment.
"Now that just won't do. Even though you're a caster, we need to get you a weapon of some sort. Anyway, you didn't answer my question. What are the advantages of a heavy blade, and what are the advantages of a lighter one?"

PersonMan
2013-09-14, 08:38 AM
"I have weapons," Eirea replies. "Although my touch does not kill like my mother's, I can put enough necromantic energy into it to make an otherwise harmless smack a potentially lethal blow. And as long as I don't end up with a shadow-thing in my face, I can channel the energy into another type of weapon as well," she says. "Even then, all of this is a last resort, remember. The last time I was forced to use anything like today was...last year,"

As Grall restates his question, Eirea considers it for a moment. "Well, a lighter weapon is more easily used in faster attacks, while a heaver one can bring more force to bear," she says, disguising her disinterest with practiced ease.

I just realized that Grall is one of the few people who can potentially catch Eirea bluffing, as his modifier is only 8 lower than hers. Should I roll, or assume they both take 10?

IamL
2013-09-14, 08:52 AM
"I have weapons," Eirea replies. "Although my touch does not kill like my mother's, I can put enough necromantic energy into it to make an otherwise harmless smack a potentially lethal blow. And as long as I don't end up with a shadow-thing in my face, I can channel the energy into another type of weapon as well," she says. "Even then, all of this is a last resort, remember. The last time I was forced to use anything like today was...last year,"

As Grall restates his question, Eirea considers it for a moment. "Well, a lighter weapon is more easily used in faster attacks, while a heaver one can bring more force to bear," she says, disguising her disinterest with practiced ease.

I just realized that Grall is one of the few people who can potentially catch Eirea bluffing, as his modifier is only 8 lower than hers. Should I roll, or assume they both take 10?
Eh, most of this is rp, and he's not really concentrating, so yeah, taking 10.
Grall
I nod as Eirea speaks.
"That's it exactly. However, once you attain a level of proficiency with the weapon, the speed difference is negligible. Essentially, lighter weapons are easier to learn because they require no learned technique, but heavier weapons are better once you attain a level of proficiency, unless you weild two weapons and attack with both, something that, to do well, you must spend even more time and training into than weilding a weapon such as the greatsword. Also, while this may be a last resort, you will be getting shoved headfirst into close quarters combat several times more if we intend to hunt down Nathan."

PersonMan
2013-09-14, 09:32 AM
"I was under the impression that you would be in the front in most combats, unless you're saying that us being surrounded and swarmed is going to be the norm," Eirea replies. "As for combat being inevitable...I disagree. If done properly, the only fighting we'll be doing are with those too unprepared to defend themselves. Fighting on an even field may be normal for you, but for me it's foolish and to be avoided,"

IamL
2013-09-14, 09:52 AM
Grall
I shake my head.
"Let's remember that we're up agaonst a master cleric of the Phoenix, who can summon and control a ridiculous number of shadowlings, and is incredibly powerful himself. Ideally, you wouldn't have to enter melee, but strategy and tactics are all about creating an ideal situation for you to pull off even twenty seconds of full synchronization.
The whole reason we surrounded you and protected you in the last combat was so that you wouldn't be threatened, but we won't always have the conditions necessary, and I won't always be close enough to push some of them away from you. The ones we fought were but rabble, disorganized and unintelligent, attacking the nearest enemy.
Remember, Nathan is poweful and smart, too, and won't be ambushed easily. I doubt we could take him down quickly even with the element of surprise, which I doubt we'd even have. "
I move over to Eirea, adjusting her form so she snaps her wrist at the moment of impact.

PersonMan
2013-09-14, 10:12 AM
"Where we are now, probably not. Which is why we will be preparing for our confrontation, not merely following his trail until we blunder into him," Eirea says, trying to work Grall's advice into her swing. "His power is precisely why we can't simply stand against him on an open field. All his magic will be useless if we turn his allies against him," she swings the sword, "unravel his sense of purpose," another swing, "and then, he awakes, powerless for all his power, to see that his downfall is complete,"

After a few swings, Eirea stops, turning to Grall. "I've heard that it takes years to fully master a blade," she says. "Do you expect our journey to take that long?"

IamL
2013-09-15, 07:59 PM
Grall
"But his strength remains. It remains even if his allies are removed, it re.ains even if we set up the most perfect ambush, it remains whatever we do. Sure, we can weaken him, but remember, we got lucky today. He underestimated us, and even then, it was a trying fight. Drowning Fish almost died, and it was only through supreme rage, and..er..other strong emotions that I was able to channel Kord with such ease. We might take all his allies away, but remember that we can't take away his shadowlings, and we can't take away his physical strength. Remember that today we fought him without him having any allies in the fight, just his summoned minions.
Remember that I, the strongest of our group aided by a strength spell, was still knocked into the air like a leaf in the wind.
And so, yes, I do think this journey could take years, easily."

PersonMan
2013-09-17, 04:27 AM
"We can," Eirea replies. "We can take his magic, his confidence, his perception, his physical strength, his allies, his Shadowlings, everything. If we prepare the perfect ambush, he will be unable to do anything but fall to us," she explains. She's curious about Grall's mentioning other emotions, and silently makes this known, but doesn't outright ask. At least not yet.

"When you learn from someone who can only be killed, not die, you learn that proper planning and patience can remove all the risk from destroying your enemies. It may take longer than simply confronting him, but if we soften him up until his body is a poison and disease wracked ruin, his physical strength is useless," Eirea adds.

IamL
2013-09-17, 04:04 PM
Grall
I decide to drop it for now, wishing to concentrate on Eirea's technique.
"Now Let's move on to a rising lunge. You'd do this if you had your sword tip near the ground and an opponent moved in to attack you, or you stepped forward to initiate, though you have to be careful to bend your knees and thrust forwards as you snap your legs straight to get the necessary power."

Sliver
2013-09-20, 06:50 AM
After some time of training, Revenant approaches the sparring match. He watches from the side quietly, waiting for them to finish.

PersonMan
2013-09-20, 09:40 AM
Eirea has patience. She allows herself to be led through the motions of strikes, parries, swordstrokes (none of which she ever thinks will be useful) of all sorts. Normally she wouldn't put up with it, but after Grall's breakdown she decides that it is a better idea to do so for once, to keep him from sliding back into his despair. She skillfully hides the fact that she doesn't truly exert herself much - to avoid working up a sweat - and, after some time, notices Revenant nearby.

After another move, Eirea rests the blade on the ground, taking a moment to compose herself before speaking. "As useful as this may turn out to be," In other words, not at all, "I think it's best if you get some rest. Tomorrow we will travel long and hard. Here, your blade..." Eirea hands Grall the sword, moving one hand off the grip so he can take it there.

"Good night, Grall. I hope you feel better," she says, bringing a slight smile to her lips. Hopefully this kind of coddling wouldn't be necessary for long, but if it was needed to keep the goliath on their quest, Eirea would do it. It would be just another sacrifice to bring Nathan onto the pyre.

---

Once Grall leaves, Eirea seats herself again, adjusting her clothes somewhat, containing her frustration at the sword practice. She's not alone, after all. Still, she doesn't feel especially like starting a conversation, so she decides to wait and let Revenant be the first one to speak. If he wanted to talk to her, he could, after all, and if not, then that was fine as well. Perhaps he had been waiting on Grall.

Sliver
2013-09-20, 10:07 AM
Waiting for Grall's light of life to be far enough to not be within earshot, Revenant moves towards Eirea. "I didn't think you'd be one to pick up a blade..." He notes and pauses for a moment.

"It's been a long day. A lot of events have transpired since our talk, this morning, but that talk is the first thing I would like to bring up at the moment." He says and looks around. "There are many others like me back at the church, but each has his different approach to issues of mortals. Emotions seem to be one of the controversial subjects. I have been in this state for quite a while, yet I don't know where I stand."

"I'll be blunt, because I know you can handle it. I don't know if I can feel. Since I became like this, nothing happened that would call for an emotional reaction. One of the emotions that are considered the strongest, is love. But I haven't found anyone that I find attractive... Well, until now. You interest me, and I know that if I can express this interest towards anyone, it would be towards you. You made yourself quite clear on the subject, which confirms my suspicions further. Just as you aren't sure, I can't promise that I would have real feelings towards you. That is why I think it would be quite an interesting experiment, for the both of us."

PersonMan
2013-09-20, 12:17 PM
Eirea shakes her head. "I'm not. Grall insisted on teaching me some basic swordplay, and I went along with it," she briefly considers telling Revenant of Grall's breakdown, but decides against it. There was power in secrets, and she doesn't see any reason to do something that would, if he found out, probably anger the cleric. It would be especially problematic if he ended up relying on her support as time went on...

As the undead man goes on to explain his feelings (or his general lack of them, to be more precise) Eirea smiles ever so slightly. She had forgotten already - entirely fixated on the destruction of Nathan as she was. "It could aid me in not becoming too focused on Nathan's demise," she says. "...Or it could become an unnecessary distraction. She was wrong about many things, but as far as vengeance is concerned my mother's wisdom has never shown flaws. Now that I am on such a quest, well..." Eirea shrugs.

"I'm beginning to see some things differently. Still...how would you propose we begin this experiment?"

Sliver
2013-10-18, 06:58 PM
Revenant considers her question. "A fair question..." He says and turns around. "War has consumed my living days, while the church filled the days of undeath. You aren't experienced in emotional attachment either..." He pauses again, contemplating. "A physical connection isn't quite interesting for me at the moment. I find it might be too cumbersome right now... How about we start by opening up ourselves to each other. Intimacy through knowledge?"

PersonMan
2013-10-18, 07:10 PM
"Knowledge..." Eirea says, voice almost a whisper. "That may be something more difficult than I had expected. While it may not appear so to you or the others, I've never truly opened myself to someone. Everything that is truly me is hidden, deep within the lies and deceit that are woven into me.

To open myself to someone else would be a far greater step than it may be for someone such as yourself,""

Sliver
2013-10-18, 07:14 PM
"I understand." Revenant says quietly, looking away. "I would not force you into something you are not comfortable with. It is hard to go against one's training and nature, especially by request. Do you have an alternative suggestion?"

PersonMan
2013-10-18, 07:24 PM
"That's the problem. I don't," Eirea replies. "Everything I've seen of such things seems to revolve around honesty and physical affection. What is there, when those two are taken away?"

Sliver
2013-10-25, 02:54 AM
Revenant thinks for a moment and then nods. "It is not easy to be open when it goes against one's teachings and upbringings. It is something that would take time... Then how about we start with something else... Friendship?"