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 Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2009 8:00 pm
Telaria shifted her position so that she could better see the pictures. She studied them as Ayatane spoke. She felt that he was right and there was a resemblance between the men in each picture. This could very well mean that they were all one in the same. Even though his appearance changed slightly in the last few pictures, it was very easy to tell that it was the same man for his cold eyes seemed to stare up at her condemning her to the very pits of hell. She finally tore her gaze from the pictures and looked up at Ayatane. "It is very possible," she said. "If this Necromancer really is working with the Conflicted then we are going to have a lot of trouble on our hands for Necromancers are not to be underestimated. Of course...now this is just a theory...but he could also be using the Conflicted for his own personal gain to get what he wants. Perhaps he plans to do away with them in the end, but that could also mean trouble for us as well."
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2009 8:15 pm
I can not say, Telaria. Ayatane replied honestly. I do not even know if he is allied to the conflicted or not. I have no clue as to his motives, or anything. I was hoping that maybe Goldor could shed some light on that or maybe contact his ancestor who knew the man. Maybe we could find out more about him. But the extent of my knowledge about the man is nothing more than theorys and speculation. But say your theory is right, what could he possibly want to achieve? If he is a necromancer and he did dig up his wife he would have probabily brought her back to unlife by now, so what other reason could it be?....
Ayatane let his eyes settle on the picture again, the mans eyes were filled with such viciousness. Like an artic wolf staring down prey before the slaughter. Ayatane raised his hand and placed it gently on Telaria's head. He pulled his head down and kissed her forehead. He looked over and saw Matheus coming into the room, he smiled at her, not wanting to even bother guessing who it was that graced the dress with such elegence.
Well, don't you look lovely. Ayatane complemented gently, seeing the fluster in her face. It made him mentally quirk an eyebrow at the individual. He looked back down at Telaria and gave a sad smile. It looks like... your going soon. We'll spend some more time when you return, okay?
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Posted: Sun Aug 16, 2009 8:25 pm
Telaria sighed rather sadly and nodded leaning closer to him and wrapping her arms around him in a gentle hug for a few moments before she slowly and reluctantly moved away slightly and pressed her lips against his in a tender kiss. "I should go find the others then," she said. "I'm sure they're all ready to go. If I do happen to see Goldor, I'll tell him that you need to speak with him," she promised kissing Ayatane on the cheek before standing up and walking towards the kitchen.
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 9:05 am
Brim let out a soft sigh, and shook his head. "I'm sorry to say, but that was inappropriate Miss Eisti. The potion turned him into a female. That would hurt nearly any man's pride, and what you said would have added insult to injury to most men." Brim said as honest, and as polite as he could to let Eisti know she just upset Matheus. This new look didn't suit him at all. Didn't make him look respectable, or polite for that manner. Brim woulda took another sip, but he didn't know how it would affect him. ~*~ Goldor stood on his own roof with impatience surrounding him. "What is taking those idiots so long. I would have thought they would've left Already." Grumbled Goldor as he began to pace. "It's probably that damned Ayatane holding them up. He just came in with a bunch of books... If Jean went there she isn't safe, and their all taking their sweet a** time." Cursed Goldor as he let out an impatient sigh.
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 11:16 am
((No problem green, I dont mind. Well right now I model, a lot of local things, I've done like 2 out of state fashion shows, waiting till I graduate college to tackle it full time. I want to act as well, taking classes and I write songs)) Jean looked at Levi and sighed. "Yes, this is it...it taste horrible, but it gets the job done" she stated. She couldnt believe that she had actually found someone that she really liked. It felt good not to worry and feel the comfort of a man. She looked into his eyes, wishing that they could have met under different circumstances. "So when should I take this Levi?" she asked him. Tabitha remained outside looking into her book. She came across rituals of blood ceremonies. It caught her eye for the fact the magic was forbidden just like necromancy but horrible things always happened after a blood summoning. "What is taking Abigail so long?" she questioned herself.
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 12:49 pm
Eisti looked from Brim to Matheus taking a few moments to register what she had just said. When she did, her eyes widened in realization. She bit her lip and looked down at the floor. "I'm so sorry, Matheus," she said in a hurt tone of voice. I really put my foot in my mouth this time, she thought to herself. "I think it would be best if I didn't talk for awhile." Telaria reached the kitchen to find that the others had already been transformed. A teasing smirk twitched her lips as she saw Matheus, but she didn't say anything. "Are we ready now?" she asked. "We should get going. I imagine Goldor's panties are getting twisted up in a knot. He's never been the most patient person." She stifled a giggle.
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 2:31 pm
Raziel pulled himself away from his wife and stood up, he turned his frame to gaze upon the procedures that were working together so far. Three thrall slaves helped Asphyxious with painting glyphs on the foreheads and a few other points of the body before setting them in rows, ready to be given the false life. Tartarus stood up top of the walkway and leered down on the new creations and the progress. His banefire eyes flared and his attention snapped one way or another as movements that seemed out of uniformed movement to study the creatures activities. This was going agonizingly slow, Tartarus wanted more minions to aid them and be used as pawns in their nerfarious plots. Regardless of what those stupid practicioners of the craft wanted, he and his creator would go through with things their own way. If it didn't benifit them then they wouldn't persue the orders. Tartarus wanted an army, he wanted to raise a legion large enough to swollow this contenant. From there he would move on to the next, an unstoppable army of undeath that could only be strengthened. Humans and living things die, that was absolute, there was no avoiding it... perhaps prolonging the enveatible like his creator.
Tartarus lifted his skull up and looked down his chin at the help of three that his master gave Asphyxious, they were slow and few of number, it was frusterating to him that they were moving the speed that they were, he wanted things done and now. Raziel told him of the importance of pacing and time, they needed certain things to happen first. Admitadly, he knew that Raziel was correct, but that did little to quell his bloodlust born from a hatred of the living. He watched as Raziel pulled a number of souls into him to feed his thirst. The man was fasinating, but flawed. Perhaps he was more like his creation than either of them realized. He also had to tip his hat to his creators diseased mind, his idea for the new creations was positivily an abomination and he couldn't wait to see how they would fair in harvet. He doubted there would be anything that could stand up to them. They were a perfect fusion of dealthess flesh.
Tartarus lifted his weapon over his shoulder and began to walk towards the main hovel where the masses were starting to collect. They were twelve warriors strong so far, it was a sad occurence but it was a start for them. But perhaps Raziel was wise to keep the numbers low, too many would attract attention and they only needed enought to take down the town guards for Raziels plans. Perhaps Tartarus vision was too wide for this little town. It was a small drop of water in the vast ocean of his dream. A dream so magnificent that it would be the pivoting point in all creation.
Ayatane scanned his papers and books again. Arranging them to try and make things a little more presentable for Goldor, whom still had yet to even indicate a hint of trust to him, to understand where he was coming from and keep it quick. Not that he would probabily give him even a hint of time. Ayatane brought the picture if the stranger and Goldors ancester upwards again. He gave a sigh and a strained smile. Well, good sir, I would very much like to find out who your friend is. I doubt your sour preseccor would be willing to tell me. But it might help us out.
Ayatane chuckled to himself, it wasn't very likely that Goldors ancestor would summon himself for such a request. Wishful thinking at best, actually Ayatane was a little scared that Goldors grumpiness was inherited from his family.
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 5:22 pm
Jarlin had finished playing outside as he walked back into the house. He looked around and saw nobody in the kitchen. He took out the aquamarine from his pocket and looked at it as he walked towards where Ayatane and looked up. "Oh hi sir...I havent seen you in a while...where have you been?" he asked curiously.
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 5:35 pm
Ayatane looked over at the boy and offered a smile as he answered the childs question. I went to a place were they keep the history of the town, I wanted to see if there were any families that would have a grudge against anyone in the town or something similar. It was a bit of a long, boring search but I think that I may have come across something. Though I'm not sure of I found anything signifigent, I found something interesting. I was hoping to ask Goldor about someone I saw next to one of his ancestors.... or the ancestor himself if he can't help.
Ayatane leaned back and let his head rest against the top of the sofas neck rest. He closed his eyes for a moment and wondered if Goldor had the ability to be anything but cold. Ayatane hadn't known him very long but he could see the frusteration from those whom he surrounded himself with. Someday, that cold attitude was going to come back to haunt and purge him. Ayatane opened his eye and looked towards Jarlin.
Are you going to the judge with the others, Jarlin or are you going to stay here with me and make sure things go well at Goldors home?
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 6:41 pm
Jarlin listened to Ayatane in fascination. He looked up at him and smiled. "I'll stay here with you" he stated. "I dont think I'm of any use to go with them" he said looking at Ayatane and back at the aquamarine. "Oh...Look what this can do" he stated as he closed his eyes and focused as a small staff was produced with the large aquamarine in the center. "Goldy gave it to me to use" he said with a smile.
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 6:57 pm
Ayatane pulled his head up and his eyebrows raised to the top of his hairline. He looked at the young boy as though he was trying to find out if the child was lying. But there was a great deal on honesty in his eyes. Ayatane let a smile grace his features again.
Well, that is an impressive weapon you now have in your hand. How well do you know how to use it? If you like, I could teach you a few things about close combat. That should pass sometime while we wait for Goldor and the others to return.
Ayatane raised himself and propped himself up with his forearms on his legs. He didn't know if the others left yet or not. But if things were long and drawn out, it would be a good distraction from the time lost if Jarlin would let him teach him a few things. To be honest, the last time that he practiced with someone was when his father was alive. He never had a younger brother, so this might be refreshing to be a mentor to the boy... especially seeing as he wasn't officially accepted into the Blessed group. He had earned Telaria's trust, but nobody else seemed to welcome him. Jean seemed to give the benifit of the doubt but he doubted that he was truely accepted. Goldor was one who seemed to have ill feelings towards him. Sometimes he wanted to smack the man, but he always remembered his manners.
((Edited.))
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 9:17 pm
Jarlin looked at Ayatane and smiled. "I just got it earlier, but he told me to concentrate on how to use it. I think it has the spirit of his great grandmother" he said smiling. Jarlin heard what Ayatane had said and smiled. He didnt have any family and he was more warm than Goldor. He thought about it. "Okay dokie!!!!" he said. "I'd love to" he stated with a grin.
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 7:22 am
Matheus turned to leave, thinking it was best she just go before the situation could get worse. She heard Eisti's apology, and the smallest ghost of a smile lit her eyes. "It's alright Eisti. You ment no harm." Matheus said, bearly above a whisper. "I'll just go wait by the front door..."
With her eyes downcast, she left the kitchen, moving past Telaria, into the sitting room towards the front enterence.
On her way to the door, Matheus caught Ayatane's comment, and she raised her eyes only for a moment. "I really wish I wasn't so...lovely in this form. Now Eisti thinks that there's somthing wrong with me." she murmered. "Ayatane...I'm Matheus." she explained to him, while passing by the sitting room and standing closer to the front enterence where she said she would wait. "I guess I should count myself lucky though that she didn't come straight to the truth. She's close...but not there yet. I still have some time...to pretend she really could be mine before I have to give up that dream." Matheus was speaking more to herself then anything. Especially since Ayatane didn't even know about her really being a woman under her male visage.
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 7:37 am
((Ack...sorry about double posting. But I relized I forgot someone three seconds after I posted. Sorry Rayne!!! By the way, back to your job....wow that soudns pretty cool. You definatly sound pretty busy. >.<))
"Wait untill another trial is announced. Though I imagine...it won't be long now. I have a feeling that soon it will be more then just the conflicted accusing. The villagers turn is coming now. Especially after what happened this morning. It's only a matter of time before one or more comes knocking at my door." Levi answered, followed by a heavy sigh, and running a hand through his already somewhat trouseled hair. If he were anything like his father, and not one with the responsibilties of a judge, he likely would have turned to the whiskey by now to make him forget what was happening in the world for even just a short time. But thankfully, he was keeping himself away from the temptation.
Levi glanced out towards the window, "I feel that the time that Miss Abigail will leave the Mayor's office is coming near." he murmered to her softly. He could be sure of course...but it was just a hunch. "Would you like to stay with me untill then? Or...would you rather return to your coven, and warn them of what I warned you." he asked her. He did hope she would stay, it was so...calming to be in her pressence. So unlike the atmosphere he normally found himself in.
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 8:50 am
Brim shook his head. "There is no reason for you to fall into silence Miss Eisti. You were only saying what was on your mind. Though it was hurtful to Matheus you did apologize, and that apology was accepted. But with that being that we should get going now." Stated Brim as he patted Eisti softly on the shoulder before walking past her, and to the front door with Matheus, and Telaria.
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