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Post by Kahlan Lothair on Mar 13, 2005 21:54:24 GMT -5
Silent Crimson Wind Traveling wasn't always his best of things. He had lived his lifein the care of the outside world, and through that did Eilistraee guide her child far across the world, but as he fell into the mind of his goddess now. Lloth, he was always in the underworld. But now as he submerged into the life, he noticed many things that he did not like. The sudden turn of the winds just brought a chill of death upon him, the way the leaves fell and landed on the ground. That he found to be amazing but in his own ignorance, he did not notice the very tempting snake that hide there. His reaction however was fast as he was of Drow lineage, of the highest kind, but still the shock of such an animal made him think of many ways he had to protect himself. Days were long upon the road, his body just <C> Silent Crimson Wind fell down a bit from the stress he was accumulating. He traveled only at night, for his dark arts were strengthen with the ending of the sun, so he wanted that advantage. Upon his journey he felt a strong signal. A very strong flash of fate, he would call it, and his lavender eyes, sweet but very dark in a way just gazed north where he traveled, feeling the dying power of a long time friend. He wished to see NimRuin, again, his blood brother, but a certain tingle upon his heart knew he would not find him, for time was too far from them. Being much older, and much stronger then NimRuin, he always had a certain older brother protection mode when regarding that foolish Drow, but this time, he felt like he failed. A letter he was sent by NimRuin. told of the deaths of his children, and <C> Silent Crimson Wind The last struggle of his power against that witch. He thought back and knew this personage, This Zandramas, and he once fought her, emprisoning her into a crystal, until a man of power could break that seal, NimRuin was the man, so by law and order, he had to turn his back to him. He sighed then as he felt the cold winds approach but as he looked low, he felt a change, his goddess just being left outside of a realm he felt. He could feel the anger of his goddess sweeling up uopon the barrier of this new realm, but her powers were not emitted. He nodded deeply as he put away his spider amulet and looked down. " Celtic lands." He said softly as his tongue just touched the soft dirt he picked up. " I am weakened to an intent in regarding my goddess's power, but neverthe less, i am <C> Silent Crimson Wind efficent." He said softly as he looked up, seeing a huge castle rising from the ground. He felt the power of NimRuin upon the forest as he could feel the cursed stones in which NimRuin set long ago as a defense. The ring NimRuin wore, the Ring in which he held his magical power where in that forest, he knew it, but a sudden lurch of his fear just came at him. " So powerful." He said softly as he looked upon the castle with steadfast eyes. " Now it is time to see who is in charge. " he said softly as he started at a brisk run, heading towards the castle, with his long black staff upon his hands, noting the small dark orb that it held, as he moved forward. When he met the gate, he saw the guards, and merely stopped trying not to seem defenseless. He looked very different then NimRuin,<C> Silent Crimson Wind but his eyes were the same. His figure was the same, muscular and very fast, and through this did the guard think he was NimRuin. Looking directly at the guards he raised his orb and slowly placed it harshly against the ground. " Please good sirs, take me to the leader of your kingdom, for I Rilith, Drow of Lloth and one of the few sons of Eilistree, wish to speak kindly with thy Queen." <E>
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Post by Kahlan Lothair on Mar 16, 2005 22:56:54 GMT -5
The two guards shift their weight from foot to foot as they pass an analytical eye over the man standing before them. They had heard about the Arch Wizard NimRuin and this man seemed to look alot like him though without his usual cantankerous demenor. The guard on the left of the gate shoots his comrade a glance before sticking the butt of his spear in the ground and leaning on it.
"Rillith y'say?" The guard sizes him up before glancing up to the battlements and whistling a shrill call. "This 'ere man says 'e needs an escourt to 'er Majesty. Rillith is 'is name and 'e be a Drow o' Lloth." The guard sounded more like a town crier than a guard at this point, but information was necessary and often passed down a line of guards to the first file around Kahlan herself. At the sound of the guards name a door slides open near the gate on well oiled hinges. Out steps a sharp looking man with a long flowing green cape fastened smartly over his left shoulder the pin (an emblem of Ulster) over his heart. Obviously a captain of the guard, the man salutes where the lesser guards questioned.
"Rillith is it?" The man's accent was unmistakable but controlled where the other man's is not. "A few of the palace guard will escourt you to Queen Kahlan. Captain O'Flannon of the Second File Palace Guard at your service." The young man bows from the waist in a perfunctory manner, as if he has done this multiple times just today. "If you will follow me, I will make sure you make it to the Captain of the First File." Turning on his heels, Captain O'Flannon starts on his way intending for Rilith to follow him.
The scenery of Emain Macha in the depths of winter with snow piled high against homes inside the outer city walls. The road was remarkably well kept however, glistening snow pushed to the side in attempts to keep the flow of traffic unhindered. As is the custom with bringing people to Kahlan the Captain points out certain features of the city and its advanced layout. Despite the chill in the air the townspeople are out and about doing their daily chores and going to work. All in all the pristine features seem less than surreal in the scheme of things. When they finally reach the gates of the Castle Emain at the very rear of the city the distant roar of waves launching themselves like a battalion of seamen against the rocky cliff below sounds almost methodical, like a rhythm set in perfect syncronization with time. Coming to the gates of the castle which are always open the Captain whistles like the guard before him.
"Here is where I leave you M'lord Rilith. May Lugh be with you today and always." A blessing of the Sun God and one meant to be a nicety. Moments later another Captain would come out, this time his cape would be colored a fine shade of blue (though not royal as most would think). "Captain Johnson at your service M'lord. Here to see the Queen?" Without waiting for a long answer, Johnson turns on his heels and walks across the expansive, if dead and covered with snow, lawns toward the massive double doors. When the guards at the doors see Johnson they immediately pull one of the heavy doors open just in time to allow their leader and Rilith through. "Wait here while I inform a servant of your arrival. Her Majesty may or may not be in attendance today as she often travels between Castle Emain and the Academy of Ulster in Invernis where she is a professor." After saying this Johnson turns and grabs a servant and informs her that there is someone here to see the Queen. The servant, recognizing the insignia on Johnson's uniform, hurries to do as the Captain of the First File asks. Johnson was a respected man in the castle as he was required to keep the Queen safe, and so far he had done an excellent job.
"Good day Master Rilith and may you stay on Morrigan's good side." Yet another blessing, if a slightly peculiar one, was passed to Rilith as he is left by himself in the grand hall as servants go about their duties in the extensive, if a little drafty, Castle Emain.
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Post by CrimsonWinds on Mar 17, 2005 1:09:46 GMT -5
: His eyes watched the very increments of the kingdom. The way the castles were built and forged, his eyes noting the keystones of the palace, but he tilted his head, regarding a theory that may just frieghten him. " The wall will never fall for the keystone is she." He said softly as he looked over towards the palace, his entity just surrounded by guards as he used his staff to lessen the rigged achings of his bones, but surely that was just a ploy, to get his men off guard for he was a Drow and they never age in their bones. Walking up the leets of steps he then stood in the magnificent halls of Emain Macha.
~ Light shone everywhere as he regarded all of th emen and all of there politness. He was surprised he got to meet the queen so soon, for normally roayl visits ltook a long time just to ge tth emessage to the high command. He was more then pleased by how organized this kingdom was. He looked at the man as he wished him well by the Goddess Morrigan. Slowly did his heart turn then as he looked at the face of Morrigan, the face of her perfect and toneless faults that shall never touch her skin. It was almost like she was there.~
~ A sweet smell just rose into his air waves as he seemed to be like dancing, and yet his mind just woke up, his form standing erect as his mind played in it's silly games. He awaited the presense of the queen. However, in that time he was staring at the form of Morrigan, his heart slowly drifting away from his gods of Kin as she was so are and yet so powerful. He turned around as a smile just touched his face. He lifted his staff as the stature of Morrigan just seemed to wink , in which he laughed. " So the celtic Gods are not a myth at all." He said softly as he walked alone upon the palace, coming just a little bit closer to the thorone of the queen awaiting her presense.~
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Post by Kahlan Lothair on Mar 17, 2005 13:25:25 GMT -5
A knock on her study door breaks a long reverie Kahlan had been partaking in and with a gentle shake of her head she calls "Enter", with the soft lilt of a voice that knows or mayhap has seen too much. When a servant girl slides past the door to stand with her hands knotted in front of her and her head downcast, Kahlan frowns. The girl was curtseying before Kahlan could ask her not to bother. A mental note registered that she must be new.
"Do not bother with the pleasantries my dear. What have you to tell me?" Without looking at the girl Kahlan motions her forward as she rises to stand. At first glance, behind the heavy mahogany and marble desk, Kahlan might look a little on the small side. This misconception is soon tossed aside when she rises from behind the table and the wide eyes of the young servant girl dont even register as Kahlan straightens her body. 5'10 was alot taller than many would give her credit for, but she was and full of piss and vinegar when it suited her. On her desk spread out in a semi organized fashion are some papers. Obviously the woman had been grading something from her students at the Academy.
"There is a man to see you by the name of Rilith. He is a Drow M'lady and appears to resemble..." The girl screws her face up in an attempt to remember the name that the Captain had told her about. "Another Drow by the name of Dimnuin? Or was it RimDuin? Oh dear what was that name?" The girl wrings her hands together nervously as she stares at the floor and Kahlan smiles knowingly.
"Perhaps it was NimRuin that you are trying to remember?" When the girl nods vigorously Kahlan smiles and dismisses her with a thank you. The girl looks genuinely glad to be out from under the Queen's expectant gaze besides. So there was someone here that looked like NimRuin but wasnt he? Intriguing, then again most Drow could be mistaken for the incorrigible man. Not that they would like to be of course. But then she had always had a soft spot for the well meaning, if misguided Drow Arch Wizard. Straightening the things on her desk, Kahlan tucks her shirt into her breeches and makes herself look fairly presentable though she knew strikingly different from what this Rilith would assume.
Down the stairs she went and taking a turn she slipped into the throne room by virtue of shadows working in her favor. It would seem to Rilith that this tall and almost imposing woman had just materialized out of the shadows. A trick of light and shadow that happened to work in her favor, but then again Drow were rarely fooled for long in the realm of night and darkness.
"Correct me if I am wrong, but you must be Rilith." Extending a hand instead of asking for a bow or expecting one, Kahlan smiles in a businesslike manner. Dressed in a simple white shirt tucked into fawn colored breeches with a pair of knee high tan leather boots, the woman looks well kept but not necessarily regal by clothing. Instead it is her demenor that demands and commands attention and respect. In fact her eyes, so elusive and dreamy, seem to bear the uncanny resemblance to...well it was hard to say and no one could ever quite put a finger on what it was about her eyes that made her seem so beautiful and yet powerful.
"Kahlan Lothair. Its a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Now, down to business, what may I ask are here for?"
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Post by CrimsonWinds on Mar 17, 2005 16:08:44 GMT -5
~ Soft coils of his long white hair just fell from his hood, as his face was held in darkness. The shadows were to his likeing as he was still staring at the stature of Morrigan. He saw such beauty and power only once in his life, and yet at that moment he wanted to met her. A marvelous idea, his mind thought as he turned towards the shadows, hearing silent footsteps just coming closer. For the steps were that of a lady of power and grace, the tiniiest of air pockets that moved from when her feet touched the ground, just rose up, striking the ground and walls, in which to his Drow ears made it possible for him to be alert. He then looked at the statue again and bowed in respect, as he could hear a distant cold laughter of recognition come for the farthest reaches of the Ulster. He smiled as she was watching him, and indeed with interest.
~ As his form felt the presense of the queen approaching he turned around, seeing a beauty like no other, one that would rival his own but the beauty of a woman and an elf were two different levels in its own. Slowly did Rilith lifts his arms and draw back his hood, showing a face of wonder and knowledge. His lavender eyes just seemed to focus upon the woman as he could sense the age around the woman for she attractive many currets of wind and dust in her wake. A tender msmile took his face as he lowered his form with a bow.
~Hearing her voice was something in which to love as well, for her voice held a tone of power and not just that sweet innocent tone. He looked at her rather tall form and nodded as he drew his black staff up. " I come from the destroyed homes of NimRuin, for i am his elder in many ways M'lady. I have heard of his death for he was not far from the lands of Ulster, so now but this recognition i would ask to see the lady in which he choose to serve. What qualities you possessed i dont know, to make a Drow warrior to serve under you, but as I stare at you now, i see the qualities in which he wrote about and it is all true. A lady of elegance and beauty, i offer thee thy hand for your kingdom."
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