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Post by Kenaira the Outcast on Aug 16, 2007 6:30:09 GMT -5
The red moon shone down on the figure padding silently along the twisting trail in the forest, casting an eerie, blood-hued glow. Solinari, the silver moon, was waning, and cast almost no light. The dark moon, Nuitari, could not be seen except by Black-Robed mages, and the figure far down below was not one of them.
Kenaira was returning after yet another successful kill, heading to Solace, where her client would be waiting with her reward. The dark elf had long ceased to feel any remorse for taking the life of another, as she once might have, before her exile. Now, she did what she had to do for survival. But it did not, in any way, mean that she liked or enjoyed taking the lives of others.
By her reckoning, she would reach Solace the next morning if she travelled on through the night, which was what she intended to do. The roads were not entirely safe, with bandits and all, even if most feared her, just by taking one look at her bow, and the slender hand that gripped the hilt of her longsword with the grace of one who knew how to use it, and use it well. Add that to the fact that she was a dark elf, and most bandits wouldn't dare even thinking about venturing near her.
Still, it was best to be careful.
Kenaira tugged her cowl even lower over her face with a small sigh, and padded on, making almost no noise as she continued her journey.
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Post by Astimar Glarway on Aug 20, 2007 12:30:18 GMT -5
Astimar had been on an odd job all day in the light of the sun and even though it was now night his vision still ran together making it difficult to see in the dark as he ran. He had finally lost his pursuers on his way to Solace and slowed his run down to a jog. As he thought about all that happened that day a smile came across his face as he started to laugh as he pulled out his loot. A single golden medallion with all manner of stones increased in it. As he looked at the medallion he didn’t notice the dark figure in front of him as he ran strait into it tumbling over and dropping the medallion. Astimar swiftly searched the ground for his lost medallion which proved to be very difficult do to his impaired sight. “No, no, no, no, NO! An entire days work gone. Thanks a lot, and I was looking forward to a nice night in a soft bed.” Astimar stated in a sarcastic and aggravated tone at the dark figure or atleast as much as he could see.
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Post by Kenaira the Outcast on Aug 21, 2007 7:00:05 GMT -5
Whirling around, Kenaira's eyes widened in shock for a fraction of a second before she regained her composure. It seemed that she had been so absorbed in her thoughts that she had not heard the person behind her approaching, which was something that did not occur everyday. Even in the dark, her Elvensight should have been able to pick him out, unless he had approached from behind, which he had. Wasting no time in mentally berating herself, the dark elf studied the human, who seemed to be scrabbling around in the dirt looking for something. It would be so easy to kill him now...He could pose a threat later on, after all.
Then, the human spoke. "Thanks a lot, and I was looking forward to a nice night in a soft bed."
Kenaira let out a chuckle, if only inwardly, at the sheer insolence of the human. Didn't he realize that he was in the presence a dark elf, one of the most dangerous creatures in Ansalon, as death was considered far a kinder act than exile by elves, and if one was exiled, that meant one had commited an unforgivable act? There was also the fact that most dark elves had nothing left to lose...
This human was either stupid, brave, ignorant of her true identity, or a little bit of the three combined. And the tone he had spoke in! Kenaira had to resist the urge to chuckle again at the very thought. She still said nothing out loud though.
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Post by Astimar Glarway on Aug 21, 2007 11:21:20 GMT -5
Astimar grumbled some more words to himself as he stopped and examined the figure which he should have done fist on a night like this. His survey revealed the unmistakable shape of a well fit woman that not even his vison could miss “Maybe something good can come out of this after all.” Astimar thought to himself. Astimar stood dusting off and clearing his throat. “I apologize, I can get carried away at times. Astimar extended his right hand to shake the woman’s as he gave her a charming smile. “My name is Astimar. Could you help my look for some thing I have a little trouble seeing at times. It’s a medallion, gold with stones and such. I dropped it when you bumped into me.” Astimar was still smiling as he spoke.
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Post by Kenaira the Outcast on Aug 22, 2007 12:03:55 GMT -5
“I apologize, I can get carried away at times."
Inclining her head slightly, Kenaira took Astimar's hand, and shook it, the red moon casting an eerie glow on her pale skin, making it look almost as if it was bathed in blood. Her fingers were slender, supple and delicate, as were most elves. She returned the smile, although the human could probably not see it, as her features was hidden by the shadow of her hood. She was about to open her mouth and ask who this human was, and what he was searching for, when her unspoken question was answered.
"My name is Astimar. Could you help my look for some thing I have a little trouble seeing at times. It's a medallion, gold with stones and such. I dropped it when you bumped into me."
Kenaira thought for a moment. She did not entirely trust this human; she would be a fool to, but if she really had caused him to lose his precious coin...
"I will help you look. But bewarned! I am perfectly capable of defending myself, and should you care to try anything with me, do not expect any mercy."
Her voice had the lilting accent of an elf, despite the many years she had spent in the company of humans. She could conceal that accent, if she wanted, but it took some effort, and she did not particularly want to do it this night.
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Post by Astimar Glarway on Aug 22, 2007 16:37:34 GMT -5
“I will help you look. But bewarned! I am perfectly capable of defending myself, and should you care to try anything with me, do not expect any mercy." Astimar’ vision was starting to clear up now and he could see that she carried a long sword at her side “how could I have missed that? He thought to himself. Judging by her stance and the manner she carried herself in he concluded that she probably could. Astimar chuckled. “Now, now what kind of a man do you think I am my dear lady.... elf is it?” He judged by the accent. “I wouldn’t care to try anything with you without knowing your name first.” Astimar jested as he turned around to survey the ground once more. “ Hummmm...... now when I ran into you..... I mean you into me, I landed somewhere around here.” Astimar pointed near some shrubbery on the side of the road and began to look again. “By the way, what is a lady like you, an elven lady at that , doing traveling alone at night?”
OOC: enjoying yourself?
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Post by Kenaira the Outcast on Aug 23, 2007 3:53:52 GMT -5
OOC: Very much, thank you for asking.
IC: "My business is my own." The dark elf replied coldly. "As for my name?" She let out a soft, bitter laugh. "You can call me Kenaira." She also began to scan around, although she did not bend to search. Her Elvensight parted the darkness easily, and she searched for a reflection that any shiny objects should made when moonlight shines on them. Unless Astimar's medallion was dirt-covered, it should reflect some light, whether it be starlight or moonlight, and enable her to locate it. Still, she did not reply to Astimar's assumption that she was an elf, leaving the human to wonder if he wished.
After a moment, she finally spotted a gleam. She edged forward, her booted feet barely making a sound. Sure enough, it was the medallion, a little to the left of the shrubbery. She strode over swiftly, snatched it up, and admired it's pretty stones of many different colours, looking more mysterious under the blood-tinged light of Lunitari and the weak silver shimmer that was Solinari's light. Kenaira wondered, briefly, if the medallion would look even more mysterious if she could see Nuitari's dark light upon it.
"Tell me, where did you come by this pretty bauble?" She asked, stepping back until she was a safe distance from the human.
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Post by Astimar Glarway on Aug 24, 2007 0:24:33 GMT -5
Astimar looked at Kenaira and chuckled. “Now look who the curious one is.” Satnding up once more Astimar gave a quick answer. “On the job if you must know.” He smiled once more and held out his hand for the medallion. “ I will give you a stone from it for your help if that is why your backing up.. ” Astimar’ eyes have nearly come back to normal and he could see more detail in Kenaria’ clothes. Their was something shady about her “I would know.” he thought to himself “Or it could be that she is just being an elf.” he thought again. “Come on I wont bite. It seems like we both are headed to Solace we could accompany each other there.” Astimar wanted to know more about this Kenaria.
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Post by Kenaira the Outcast on Aug 24, 2007 9:11:41 GMT -5
Kenaira smiled coldly, and flicked the medallion up. It caught the silver light of Solinari, making it reflect an eerie glow, made all the more stranger by the fact that the silver glow was dappled with red. It seemed to hang in the air, not rising, nor falling for a moment, before plummeting back to the ground, like a bird with its wings cut off. Kenaira caught it expertly, and held it out for Astimar to take.
"I have no need for your stones." She replied, her voice as cold as her expression. "It would make e a target to rob, if I let the wrong people catch even the smallest glimpse of it. However-"her smile widened"-if you do wish for us to both to travel, I have no objections. As I said before. If you try anything, do not expect mercy." She turned back to face Solace.
"Now, shall we travel?"
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Post by Astimar Glarway on Aug 27, 2007 12:17:19 GMT -5
Astimar stood and took the medallion from Kenaira and watched for a moment as she walked towards Solace. He wondered what he would do once in Solace. He had never been there before it was just the closest place where he could rest. “Maybe I will see if there is any thing worth stealing. Hummm. Who knows Kenaira might come in handy. I haven’t had a partner since........” Astimar fingered his left gloved hand at the thought of is old friend. “How could I have been so stupid!?” he thought to himself once more as he caught up with Kenaira. He hoped his thoughts didn’t show on his face. He forced a smile. “So, Kenaria or can I just call you Ken, you come to Solace often? I have never been. How nice is it? Is it worth staying a few day or just a night and then keep moving.? What are the inns like? You think you could show me around once we get there.” Astimar asked hoping that his barrage of questions would keep his mind off of the past and not annoy Kenaria. He sounded like a kinder he thought. Astimar put his left hand inside of his cloak and waited for Kenaria to answer before asking more questions.
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Post by Kenaira the Outcast on Aug 28, 2007 4:26:18 GMT -5
Kenaira frowned at the sudden barrage of questions. She sighed, wondering how to best put her response. After a moments thought, she began to speak again, still mantaining her steady pace.
"Firstly, no, you may not call me Ken, and I do stop in Solace from time to time; it's one of the few places that...shall we say, tolerate my presence?" She smirked underneath her hood, trying to conceal the pang as she thought of the disadvantages of being a dark elf. "As for how nice it is, it depends on your perspective, but I'm intending to stay for a few nights at least, to finish some business. The inns are alright; I do like the spiced potatoes. If you want me to, I guess I can show you around. Now, do you have any more questions, or are you going to shut up?"
She let out another experated sigh as she finished.
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Post by Astimar Glarway on Aug 29, 2007 13:52:22 GMT -5
Astimar put up his hands as if surrendering. “Sorry, just trying to keep my mind off of something. You know unpleasant memories.” Astimar once more began to rub the gem that was fused in his left palm. He always keeps a glove over it so know one would touch it, and also to hide it from the sun when it was out. Astimar suddenly picked up the pace thinking to himself he had been on this path entirely to long. Who knows his pursuers could still be looking for him and he wouldn’t want to drag Kenaira into his trouble. “Well lets get to that tour than.” He said looking back as his pace quickened even more and a smile began to creep upon his face. “Ken!”
OOC: im goin on vacation tomorrow I will be back in a week
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Post by Kenaira the Outcast on Sept 1, 2007 2:34:18 GMT -5
"Sorry, just trying to keep my mind off of something. You know unpleasant memories."
Oh yes, Kenaira knew about them. Too well, in fact. The memory of her exile from Silvanesti would remain with her forever. While it brought her pain, it was also kind of...bittersweet. Strange as it may sound, Kenaira sometimes wondered if she really wished to forget...
"Well lets get to that tour than. Ken!"
Humans! Always so...persistant and annoying, yet amusingly so... Kenaira reflected. She also quickened her pace, until she was once again striding beside Astimar, her steps light and swift, yet firm. "By my reckoning, we should reach Solace by tomorrow morning." Kenaira informed her companion.
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Post by Astimar Glarway on Sept 5, 2007 19:25:41 GMT -5
Astimar could see clearly now as he walked beside Kenaira. He always liked the way the light of Lunitari shown at night when he could see it clearly. Walking and enjoying the red glow Astimar retrieves his two throwing daggers and began to do tricks with them. These tricks are a daily routine for Astimar that keep his hands and fingers quick, nimble, and secret. As he tossed one up in too the sky he heard a sound in the bushes not to far ahead. As the dagger fell and stuck into the ground he stopped and put his hand across Kenaira to stop her as well. A few things crossed his mind as to what the sound could belong to. Fist thought was an animal, second was bandits, third was goblins, and the fourth was his pursuers. When he stole the medallion the owners were completely covered with rags, and cloaks. They had strange bulges underneath their clothes and they spoke in a eerie guttural accent that Astimar had never heard before. They gave him a strange feeling and he truly hopes that the sound is not his fourth thought.
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Post by Kenaira the Outcast on Sept 6, 2007 7:12:19 GMT -5
Kenaira watched in mild amusement as Astimar practiced his little dagger-throwing tricks. She guessed she would have done better had she got throwing daggers, with her elven reflexes and agility. Sadly, she only had one, which was in her boot currently, and it wasn't really made for throwing. She was about to comment on his skills when he suddenly threw a hand in front of her, almost making her crash into him. Luckily, the aforementioned elven reflexes saved them both from falling rather awkwardly to the ground, which would most likely have happened had Kenaira really crash into him.
Mentally, the dark elf berated herself yet again. Why wasn't she paying attention tonight, of all nights, with such a strange companion? And why had Astimar stopped? She scowled, wanting to remove the hood that so hindered her hearing, but reluctant to show her face to Astimar. Still, the answer was not long in coming as she scanned the bushes using her elvensight, and saw the faint red glow that signalled someone was hiding there. But the question was, who were they?
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