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 Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 11:42 pm
Brim shook his head vigorously. "Oh no. That would be a bad idea. A very bad idea!"
He told Eisti when it came to him helping in the kitchen. "I may be a scholar, but I am a natural disaster in the kitchen. I cannot even make soup right!"
He exclaimed with a sigh. ~*~ Goldor kept his weapon at the ready. "Mother Nature cannot live without the rivers, and the lakes that run through it... Which I control."
He said with a warning tone in his voice as he moved a little closer to Aelor. "You are of the Conflicted."
Stated Goldor bluntly.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 11:55 pm
Eisti put her forefinger to her lips and giggled softly. "But surely you have read many cookbooks," she said glancing back at him. "I have seen the many books that you possess. You must have a few cookbooks somewhere," she added before shrugging. "In any case, there are some things that we must work hard at to become good at. To some it comes natural, but to others, it's not so easy." She turned her head back around to the front so that she would not bump into anything. The last thing she needed was a broken nose. Aelor placed her hand upon the tree that was behind her. Its branches began to bloom with dark purple flowers. "Mother nature also cannot live without the trees and the plants, which I have the gift of controlling. "It also cannot live without its animals that create balance. These animals I am able to communicate with." She kept her hand upon the trunk of the tree, allowing the branches to fill with beautiful blooms. "Yes, I am of the Conflicted," she said not afraid to deny it.
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2009 12:17 pm
((Well hopefully YG wont mind progressing with my character..)) Jean continued to walk with Rasiel as she smiled and enjoyed the conversation as she was now on the outskirts of town near Goldor's house. She walked up, looking, she could see Goldor clearly because of his wardrobe. She also saw another figure close at hand and saw the tree that bloomed. It was amazing. She smelled the flowers, miraculous. She appreciated nature more than the next person. She walked up. "Is everything alright Goldor?" she asked in a concerned tone.
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2009 4:49 pm
((I'm going to hold off posting Ayatane for a while, we probably rped about an hours worth of activities in our frenzy and the others just started to wander Goldors house. sweatdrop ))
Raziel softly pulled away from the woman incased in her crystal. He turned his attention to his nigh finished creation Tartarus. With a sweap of his hand he pushed his cloak out of the way so that he would sit on the tail. Raziel stretched out his arms and took up the brush and the thick tarish paint that he was using over the porciline texture of the bones. He finished up the final bone of the arm then took up the skull of his finest creation... well... slave, anyway. Raziel had come across this poor, twisted soul in the flowing nether of the world beyond when he was searching for more warriors to act as bodyguards. He found this soul, withering in agony and driven into a rage that wouldn't be able to be comprehended by mortals. He was a once a man that was a terror to the old world, the man use to be a cheiftain of a warhost that was brought to the Americans when the settlers came to conquer. He was a glorified murderer, men, women and children fell to his great axe and he became a monster above mortal monsters. The natives called him far worse things than a demon and when he was finally slayen, the natives cursed his name so utterly that he was unable to make it to the next world and his soul was left to wither in the void. With Raziel's knowledge of summoning and necromancy, he would be able to encase this soul into a strong iron and bone shell. Raziel finished the bones and placed his brush down. Asphyxious helped him get the armour on the new Bane thrall body and stepped back. Raziel closed his eyes and pushed his arms straight out, Asphyxious mimiced the jesture and the two bane thralls prepared to wrestle the new and unappreciating Thrall to the earth when it will first arrive. Asphyxious and Raziel began to chant in a language so foul it blackened the air as it pushed through into existence. One by one, a line in intericate pattern that ran all over Asphyxious began to light up with the sickly glow, Raziels tattoos also lite up with the vile green. They chanted in unison. The air was choked with a sence of wicked presences and blasphemous words. The bones that lay unhabited twitched slighty. The runes that totally covered the creature slowily started to light up from the toes. After the intial slow pace the soul found itself trapped in the new shell and the rune lit up like dry tinder in a fire till finally the fire enbedded itself into its skull. The flare of necrotic energy strangled into a pair of pinprink eyes that glared out at the world from behind the black iron visor. With a violent hiss the Newest Bane Thrall lurched upward and forward to turn its vengence at being summoner that brought it back into unlife.
Four strong hands wrapped around its arms and haulted it in its tracks. It looked back to see two others of its new kindred holding him steadfast. It bellowed in a bearily controled rage and turned to face Raziel, trying to gain totally control by challanging the necromancer that created it to a mental duel. After a few minutes of struggling Raziel finally had enough and raised his hand and thrust out his palm towards the struggling creation.
Bend thy knees, bone child! Bow thy wretched head! Thou art mine brood or mine feast! Only service is thine and service alone, for thou art mine in life or death. Choose insolence and death's release will ever deny you. In its stead, thou shalt suffer torment eternal! Now kneel, and we shalt form an undying company to shake the foundations of this world. On your knees!
Tartarus' head withdrew slighty, still struggling against Raziels magical collar around its neck, but to no avail. Its pride let it struggle for a few more minutes until it eventually stood still. A few heartbeats passed as the Thrall sized up the odd man infront of him until it finally accepted its fate. Tartarus dropped to one knee, it removed its helmet to reviel the filed teeth of the skull, the runes and balefire pinpricks that gave it life. With one last glare at Raziel, it bowed its head and lowered its other knee to the floor. It lowered its body to utter submission of its new master. A satisifeied smile caressed Raziels sulken face.
Arise, Tartarus; Arise and embrace that which is thine undead right. Mine love needs life energy and mine body needs souls. Thou art an instroment on mine will, so arise. Raziel looked over at his undead entorage and nodded. We head out now, Abigail shalt be our next union.
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2009 5:03 pm
((Oh. A heads up. Every-one that is a part of the Blessed would know the importance of the Aquamarines to Goldor. 3nodding (Unless their new of-course.) [Also if you don't know it go read Goldor's profile.] and I am waiting for Green to post before I do.))
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2009 5:18 pm
"The aquamarines are a sacred gem to Goldor's family. Most of the aquamarines in this manner are family heirlooms as far as I am aware." Matheus explained to Eisti, who had voiced her curiosity in why that gem in particular was so precious in this household.
Matheus' grin widened once Eisti had accepted her help. And also she tried to not show it, it brightened again in the smallest amount hearing that Brim on the other hand would not be joining in. Matheus led Eisti into the well supplied kitchen. Eisti would surely be able to create anything her golden heart desired. "I am at your command Miss Eisti. What would you like me to do?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2009 5:33 pm
((I'll continue posting with Telaria when morning has arrived in the RP. She's already done so much tonight. Hope that's all right with everyone.)) Eisti perused a particular aquamarine embedded in a statue that decorated the long corridor. "So each item in that has the gem embedded in it is a family heirloom?" she observed. However, her questions were put on hold as they reached the kitchen. "Oh my! It's so beautiful!" she exclaimed. She had never seen such a kitchen before. The sheer size of it was overwhelming. It had everything she would need and more. There were even tools that she had never seen before let alone used. She turned to Matheus and Brim. "I think I am in the mood for a chicken pot pie," she said. "Matheus, I need to following dishes." She began to list the dishes she would need before turning to Brim. "Brim, could you find me the following ingredients?" She listed off the ingredients to him. Even if he didn't know how to cook, he should have known his different types of food. (I don't know the first thin about making a home-made pot pie. And it would probably take too long to find the ingredients anyways. So just use your imagination. ^_^ )
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2009 6:04 pm
Brim nodded gently, and wrote down the list of ingredients with a nod. "Yeah these will be easy to find I hope."
He stated with another nod before he walked towards the cabinets, cupboards and the pantry gathering all the ingredients Eisti needed. From the vegetable to the meat and even flour needed for the dough. He placed it all on one of the counters for Eisti, and Matheus to use. "Have at it." ~*~
Goldor straightened his posture, and Glared at Jean. "You have taken the long way to my manor Jean."
He told the Nature based witch Jean when she approached him. "Continue in the direction you were going to get there. I am on Patrol, and would prefer to be alone. And if you refuse to leave me be then I will disappear from your eyes, and continue without you any-ways."
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2009 6:20 pm
Matheus faught the urge to giggle like the girl she was, and bowed to Eisti. "As you wish." she replied, before getting to work. She colected pots and pans, a pie pan and utensils of various kinds, bringing them all to the center island and laying them out in such a way that Eisti would be able to get her hands on what was needed eaily enough.
She looked over to Eisti once all the ingrediants were gathered as well. "Would you like me to start the crust Miss Eisti?" Matheus asked. That at least she knew she could handle. Her mother had once taught her how to cook a little, including how to make a nice flaky pie crust.
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2009 6:39 pm
Eisti glanced at Brim as he came back with the ingredients. "Thank you," she said in a polite tone of voice before turning back towards Matheus and nodding. "If you would like to then go right on ahead," she said as she pulled a cutting bored to her and a knife and began to chop up the vegetables into fine pieces. Making a pot pie took awhile, but in the end it would be worth it.
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2009 7:17 pm
Matheus grinned, and nodded. Pulling a large mixing bowl towards her, as well as the needed ingrediants, Matheus began to mix together the batter one ingrediant at a time. First was the flour, mixed with some salt and sugar. Butter was added, allowing Matheus to begin working with the concoction like a dough rather then a bowl of dust. Lasty, water was added, to just the right amount so that all the dry indrediants were able to bind and become one with the dough. Useing her hands, Matheus kneeded the dough untill it had the right texture. At that time she pulled the pie pan towards her, and started pressing most of the dough into the form of the pan. A little of the dough was left over to cover the pie afterwards.
Every so often while she worked, Matheus would steal glances at Eisti. Admiring her beauty, her grace silently.
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2009 7:44 pm
Jean looked at Goldor as she frowned. He didnt even acknowledge the new comer's existence and he talked to her as if she was a child. Her eyes cut at him, fed up. "Goldor, stop being such an a**, if someone is concerned about you, at least you can to do is thank them for being concerned...stop being so damn cold before you push everyone away...damnit!!!" she stated as she stormed off to the house, frustrated in more than one way, just the way he treated her, pissed her off.
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2009 7:50 pm
Goldor's expression Nor his stature failed to change. "I do not need the concern of others."
Goldor said in a cold tone of voice. "What I do. How I act. Whom I side with, and Whom I show any concern is my business, and not that of others. Think of me as you will Jean, but you might as-well move on, and get over it."
Said Goldor in an even colder tone then before. Before Jean was out of ear-shot. His every word was like the cold air pushing over the Glaciers of the arctic waters.
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2009 7:53 pm
((UGh Lehi...you make Goldor so COLD, i want to strangle him rofl )) Jean had heard what Goldor had said. Her first mind was to go back and confront him, maybe even fight him, but this was not the time or the place to show disunity. She continued to walk as she approached his home. She looked at the decorations outside and the door. She knocked, towards where the people would know it was her. She stood on the doorstep, waiting for one of the coven to approach the door.
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