Post by Kahlan Lothair on Sept 15, 2004 21:02:24 GMT -5
NimRuin War Wizard of Ulster He laided his armor aside, his little cottage seemed to be rather homely to him. Smiling he thought back in his days of youth. These days were filled with adventure and excitement but that was gone. His family was murdered, his pride was taken. He scolded in the darkness of his own dreams, the rays of his hatred reined out through his eyes as he turned his form his mind locking onto the moon. He did not Blame Eilistraee for the misfortunate that his family met but he scolded even her by her lack of love. He was her champion, her Drow Champion, and when he prayed she could not stop the death of his children. Eyes of terrior rose from his face as he turned his form away from the goddess. The moon seemed to flicker with a dead saddness as he felt his muscular chest, the scars he <C>
NimRuin War Wizard of Ulster recieved in battle seemed to just burned as he shed his tear.." Confounded goddess and gods, We are only tools for there pleasure." He said in a hiss as the darkness rose around him. He seemed to explode as curses left his mouth in the tones of ancient drow that he learned centuries ago. His eyes looked at the sky as his mind seemed to focus. He whispered a few words as his body seemed to changed. Long wings appeared where his arms had been, his eyes melting from its normal lavender into a deep silver glow. He lifted his form into the air as he closed his eyes, the winds touching the very form of his wings as he melted his form into that of a raven. He flew very cautiously, knowing eagles laid around the forest, but in the night he was the lord of the Forest. He flew over the walls <C>
NimRuin War Wizard of Ulster of Ulster, his eyes looking down as he smiled, a window left opened as he sensed his mother. He looked at the moon much less now and days. The journey towards Kahlan's study seemed ot take longer with his smaller form. Lolth and Eilistraee still battled there wits in claiming this man for his own. He attended several counsils with such Styrics but he did not like them.. He saw them as simple minded foollish jokes that all they could do was feel bad for themselves. His own personification was that of Drow, in which he was judged solely on his race, but indeed he knew he was a very Crass person. He became bitter in the last few month, his mind going over the deaths of his loved ones. They died serving Ulster and he vowed that he would die serving Ulster again. He didn't mind the Celtic <C>
NimRuin War Wizard of Ulster he didnt think much of it either. It was his " home" on some occasions. His loyalty was strictly to the queen, though he would never directly speak against her, he did not like much people. This was the mind of A Drow and he could not help that his preduices were intact. He flew into the open window as he set himself upon the window and looked into the study. He spoke nothing as he just flew upon the table, his form backed up as he stared at Kahlan. " Mother." He said in a low tone as the bird flew into the air, strings of Darkness surrounded his wings as his form bursted into the room, the darkness hiding the transformation as he opened his lavender Eyes.." Did you need to speak with me your Majesty." He said in a slight tone as he bowed, his form draping low his staff appeared in <C>
NimRuin War Wizard of Ulster his right hand as he used it to help himself up. He gave a smile as his white teeth seemed to show in the darkness, his form waiting in the foreboding blackness. The strong wind came in through the window as it lifted his long black robes that draped over his mucuslar limbs. He only stood and waited. <e>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Having found a little down time the rustling of pages signalled her intent to read. Something she had very little time to do often. So as she reads she isnt entirely surprised by the flight and transformation of Nim, she hardly ever was. It was something natural to him and thus it didnt concern her. Without looking to him she nods, "Yes Nim. It has been a long time since last we spoke unhindered." When she shuts the book a cloud of dust explodes from it, showing that the book is old and hasnt been read in a while. Setting the book aside Kahlan runs her hand through the air, expelling the dust with the wind of her hand. Slowly she rises, clad in a cloak made of fur and trimmed in feathers she eyes the man before her, the drow, her foster son in all respects. "Something is on <C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Your mind my son. You are conflicted." There was much that this man Nimruin didnt know about her. Only two living things in this world knew of her almost entirely. Curls that look like molten gold set in fire dance with a shimmering radiance in the firelight of the room. Quietly and placing her steps so as to minimize sound, something she had learned as a soldier years ago, Kahlan moves around the desk to Nim. Perching on the edge of it she eyes him and extends a hand to him, pointing toward a chair. "Seat yourself and explain." It was a gesture that was both motherly and commanding. Her eyes dance with an inner green fire, though they themselves seem conflicted for the inner iris is emerald green while the outer ring of the iris is azure. The line of blending is perfect, <C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Color melding into another. Her eyes at best were riveting and at worst haunting, elusive, knowing. "Or perhaps you would like to walk outside as you relay your tale?" A slender brow perks as she asks this question while a slender hand with long delicate looking fingers hooks some hair that at the time was hanging over her right eye and efficiently tucks it behind her right ear. Kahlan was not a woman to underestimate. Not in the least, there was so much lore to her that it was absolutely inextricable from the very breath she took in and expelled without thought. Ulster had been reigned in peace for more than fifty years now, thus the majority of those who had seen the High Queen rampage were dead and gone, years buried beneath the cool soil of the earth, cradled in her eternal <C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Embrace. The delicacy and beauty that the eyes observe externally is held up by a rigid and stalwart interior. Indeed the beauty was as deadly as the delicacy denied. As she settles into a comfortable position half leaning and half standing against the desk, the fur cloak falls open slightly, at her hip was Taeriss the elemental sword of Fire. Just how much could anyone believe Kahlan to be capable of? The delicate dove often gave way to the ferocity of the Wolf, the ever constant circle of inner struggle marked by a past that even her most trusted friend and advisor Ashina Kansior had no idea of. Indeed neither did her sisters. Blinking those entrancing eyes, she quickly shakes off the stupor that had come over her, a reason for the conflict in her eyes. The truth was soon to<C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair be found out. Blast it all! Ah well, a smile dapples her features and she looks almost distant for a moment. "Excuse me Nim, thoughts and such often burden me these days." Rising slowly she slides the cloak closed over her body once more. "So what will it be? Outside or inside?" <E>
Kathleen ORyan A mere wavering circle of latern light had been quite sufficent enough to help illuminated the well beatened path to towards the small town known only as Gashmere once the sun had begun to set upon the horizan.Why the distinctive jingle of bells which had been delicatly fastened upon an old leather harness twas surely enough to foretell that of ones arrival, for a single horse had begun to move restlessly between its shafts. Darkness had slowly enveloped the high-wheeled chaise as Kathleen found herself shifting nervously upon the seat within, as horse and carriage drew ever nearer to city of Ulster (cont)
Kathleen ORyan She had known all to well that a teriable mistake had been made once the cobble stones turned into gravel and both horse and carriage clattered noisely into the side courtyard leaveing a rather breathless but semi consience Kathleen climbing down from out of the chaise to only have just turned to watch in both horrer and fear as the gelding's iron-shod hooves thudded against the wet cobblestones once more as the driver would have reined its horse left then right before finaly disapearing out of sight leaveing her both frightened and disheveled but none the less still in one piece with out all sence of direction and time.(con't)
Kathleen ORyan Why was she here , was she perhaps suposed to be meeting someone.Hell she couldn't even complete the thought, for her mind was far to jumbled_wild, All she knew was that she had to get out of the open, find a place to stay till she could at least gather her thoughts but where, she was completely lost with no scence of direction, hell she couldn't even pick out something remotely familer."I guess i'll just start there."She muttered lightly benigh her breath whilst going to take her first initial step to what was to be her new life.
NimRuin War Wizard of Ulster recieved in battle seemed to just burned as he shed his tear.." Confounded goddess and gods, We are only tools for there pleasure." He said in a hiss as the darkness rose around him. He seemed to explode as curses left his mouth in the tones of ancient drow that he learned centuries ago. His eyes looked at the sky as his mind seemed to focus. He whispered a few words as his body seemed to changed. Long wings appeared where his arms had been, his eyes melting from its normal lavender into a deep silver glow. He lifted his form into the air as he closed his eyes, the winds touching the very form of his wings as he melted his form into that of a raven. He flew very cautiously, knowing eagles laid around the forest, but in the night he was the lord of the Forest. He flew over the walls <C>
NimRuin War Wizard of Ulster of Ulster, his eyes looking down as he smiled, a window left opened as he sensed his mother. He looked at the moon much less now and days. The journey towards Kahlan's study seemed ot take longer with his smaller form. Lolth and Eilistraee still battled there wits in claiming this man for his own. He attended several counsils with such Styrics but he did not like them.. He saw them as simple minded foollish jokes that all they could do was feel bad for themselves. His own personification was that of Drow, in which he was judged solely on his race, but indeed he knew he was a very Crass person. He became bitter in the last few month, his mind going over the deaths of his loved ones. They died serving Ulster and he vowed that he would die serving Ulster again. He didn't mind the Celtic <C>
NimRuin War Wizard of Ulster he didnt think much of it either. It was his " home" on some occasions. His loyalty was strictly to the queen, though he would never directly speak against her, he did not like much people. This was the mind of A Drow and he could not help that his preduices were intact. He flew into the open window as he set himself upon the window and looked into the study. He spoke nothing as he just flew upon the table, his form backed up as he stared at Kahlan. " Mother." He said in a low tone as the bird flew into the air, strings of Darkness surrounded his wings as his form bursted into the room, the darkness hiding the transformation as he opened his lavender Eyes.." Did you need to speak with me your Majesty." He said in a slight tone as he bowed, his form draping low his staff appeared in <C>
NimRuin War Wizard of Ulster his right hand as he used it to help himself up. He gave a smile as his white teeth seemed to show in the darkness, his form waiting in the foreboding blackness. The strong wind came in through the window as it lifted his long black robes that draped over his mucuslar limbs. He only stood and waited. <e>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Having found a little down time the rustling of pages signalled her intent to read. Something she had very little time to do often. So as she reads she isnt entirely surprised by the flight and transformation of Nim, she hardly ever was. It was something natural to him and thus it didnt concern her. Without looking to him she nods, "Yes Nim. It has been a long time since last we spoke unhindered." When she shuts the book a cloud of dust explodes from it, showing that the book is old and hasnt been read in a while. Setting the book aside Kahlan runs her hand through the air, expelling the dust with the wind of her hand. Slowly she rises, clad in a cloak made of fur and trimmed in feathers she eyes the man before her, the drow, her foster son in all respects. "Something is on <C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Your mind my son. You are conflicted." There was much that this man Nimruin didnt know about her. Only two living things in this world knew of her almost entirely. Curls that look like molten gold set in fire dance with a shimmering radiance in the firelight of the room. Quietly and placing her steps so as to minimize sound, something she had learned as a soldier years ago, Kahlan moves around the desk to Nim. Perching on the edge of it she eyes him and extends a hand to him, pointing toward a chair. "Seat yourself and explain." It was a gesture that was both motherly and commanding. Her eyes dance with an inner green fire, though they themselves seem conflicted for the inner iris is emerald green while the outer ring of the iris is azure. The line of blending is perfect, <C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Color melding into another. Her eyes at best were riveting and at worst haunting, elusive, knowing. "Or perhaps you would like to walk outside as you relay your tale?" A slender brow perks as she asks this question while a slender hand with long delicate looking fingers hooks some hair that at the time was hanging over her right eye and efficiently tucks it behind her right ear. Kahlan was not a woman to underestimate. Not in the least, there was so much lore to her that it was absolutely inextricable from the very breath she took in and expelled without thought. Ulster had been reigned in peace for more than fifty years now, thus the majority of those who had seen the High Queen rampage were dead and gone, years buried beneath the cool soil of the earth, cradled in her eternal <C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Embrace. The delicacy and beauty that the eyes observe externally is held up by a rigid and stalwart interior. Indeed the beauty was as deadly as the delicacy denied. As she settles into a comfortable position half leaning and half standing against the desk, the fur cloak falls open slightly, at her hip was Taeriss the elemental sword of Fire. Just how much could anyone believe Kahlan to be capable of? The delicate dove often gave way to the ferocity of the Wolf, the ever constant circle of inner struggle marked by a past that even her most trusted friend and advisor Ashina Kansior had no idea of. Indeed neither did her sisters. Blinking those entrancing eyes, she quickly shakes off the stupor that had come over her, a reason for the conflict in her eyes. The truth was soon to<C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair be found out. Blast it all! Ah well, a smile dapples her features and she looks almost distant for a moment. "Excuse me Nim, thoughts and such often burden me these days." Rising slowly she slides the cloak closed over her body once more. "So what will it be? Outside or inside?" <E>
Kathleen ORyan A mere wavering circle of latern light had been quite sufficent enough to help illuminated the well beatened path to towards the small town known only as Gashmere once the sun had begun to set upon the horizan.Why the distinctive jingle of bells which had been delicatly fastened upon an old leather harness twas surely enough to foretell that of ones arrival, for a single horse had begun to move restlessly between its shafts. Darkness had slowly enveloped the high-wheeled chaise as Kathleen found herself shifting nervously upon the seat within, as horse and carriage drew ever nearer to city of Ulster (cont)
Kathleen ORyan She had known all to well that a teriable mistake had been made once the cobble stones turned into gravel and both horse and carriage clattered noisely into the side courtyard leaveing a rather breathless but semi consience Kathleen climbing down from out of the chaise to only have just turned to watch in both horrer and fear as the gelding's iron-shod hooves thudded against the wet cobblestones once more as the driver would have reined its horse left then right before finaly disapearing out of sight leaveing her both frightened and disheveled but none the less still in one piece with out all sence of direction and time.(con't)
Kathleen ORyan Why was she here , was she perhaps suposed to be meeting someone.Hell she couldn't even complete the thought, for her mind was far to jumbled_wild, All she knew was that she had to get out of the open, find a place to stay till she could at least gather her thoughts but where, she was completely lost with no scence of direction, hell she couldn't even pick out something remotely familer."I guess i'll just start there."She muttered lightly benigh her breath whilst going to take her first initial step to what was to be her new life.