Topic: Dancing into the Assassin's Dawn Subject: Dancing into the Assassin's Dawn
((OOC: Okay, so, just an idea that's been bouncing around in my head for a while... exploring the "early, pre-Drasnia days" of Nyx Shyn'dyn and the folks he might have met along the way. Recent conversations with Celeste have inspired this latest "collaborative writing" experiment... Enjoy...))
Salkad e'a anoron en I'sereg'wethrin (Dancing into the Assassin's Dawn)
Labaram, Vaharon
From behind a gossamer veil of clouds that streaked the night sky over Vaharon, the blue and white stars that were The Eyes of Uelaereene stared down upon the world and, on the edge of a darkness deeper than that of simple nightfall, just inside the shadow-strewn mouth of a small cave that burrowed into the foothills of the Idudir Mountains, found the moon-colored eyes of a lone mith'ganni gazing questioningly back. No words passed between the celestial representation of ‘She who finds the way' and the elf that had long looked to her for direction. There were no chants, no songs, not even a whisper to hint at the questions to which the Twilight Elf so desperately sought answers,
Perhaps it was that Uelaereene had come to expect these sorts of things and, for the lack of them, now, was unsure as how to guide the errant son of Shanurdir's steppes. She had the answers to give if only he would ask.
Perhaps it was that the mith'ganni, having followed those traditions and, in the end, seen them lead his clan to its doom, no longer found solace in those trappings and found only the cruelty of fate as reward for his devotion. Nyx Shyndyn no longer asked for answers, he demanded them.
,There was only a long, cold silence as the stars and the elf glared at one another. A set of all-seeing, celestial eyes locked in an angry staring contest with mortal ones that had once gazed back in awe and wonder, and the stars blinked first.
The gauzy veil from behind which Uelaereene had watched thickened into an ever darkening shroud as storm clouds roiled over the mountains and overtook the wispy cousins that had preceded them. The Eyes of Uelaereene only dimmed, at first, and continued to watch the mith'ganni in anticipation of his prayer even though they were diminished to negligible pinpricks. That supplication never came, though, and it wasn't long before the stars winked away entirely. When they did, the mith'ganni sighed and let his gaze drift eastward, ahead of the incoming front, and toward where Shanurdir and the life he had once had there were, now, years behind him. He had only an instant to lament the loss of that life and to be reminded of the fact that he could never go back,
Oh, no. There is no going back. You have already gone far beyond that.
,He had only just begun to imagine what the plains would look like at this time of year when his tired eyes, in search of that far-off point where he knew his beloved steppes must lie, let go of The Eyes of Uelaereene and skipped across the sky to glimpse the sharp, red flaring of the constellation known as Threadcutter's Axe where it hung over the human city not far away,
And no time for being tired, either, Shyndyn. There is work to be done and preparations to be made.
,His gaze dipped from the heavens, then, and framed the round-ear sprawl he had heard named Labaram. He had also heard that, in this town there was what humans called an inn or a tavern named The Lion's Pride. And the monkey-faced breeder who owned that tavern also owned a mith'ganni woman whom he made dance for the entertainment of his customers and, likely, himself, as well.
"It will be raining soon," Nyx murmured, huddling himself in the cloak he had draped over his shoulders as his eyes turned back to the sky, "it would be better to wait,"
Why wait? The storms will provide just the cover you need. The rains will come and send the humans scurrying for shelter. More than the usual number will seek out this Lion's Pride as their refuge on a night like this and, the more crowded the place is, the less likely they'll be to notice an unattended point ear has slipped in amongst them, yes?
Another sigh blew past the elf's lips and his eyes let go of the torch-lit town to trace back to the churning skies. The red stars of The Threadcutter's Axe still shown mercilessly through the scudding clouds, though, it seemed, all other constellations, along with the sliver of a moon, had succumbed to the demands of the weather and had abandoned their places, "The last stars in the sky," he muttered, drawing the cowl of his cloak over his head as he rose to his feet, "and their wisdom cannot be refuted,"
The phantom voice that had followed him since that day laughed softly, knowingly, and almost warmly. Of course not, it hissed amidst the patter of raindrops as they began to break on the stone lip of the cave's mouth, Keep following those stars, Nyx, and you shall get what it is you want. I have promised you this, already, yes?
"Yes," Nyx whispered, hands moving beneath his cloak to check the readiness and position of the blades secreted away there,
And I have shown you that it will be so, have I not?
The mith'ganni nodded. "You have shown me vengeance, Prien, yes," he answered as he stepped out into the night, "but I have yet to find Lyssa."
Ah, but the vengeance is a start on that path, mith'ganni, the voice assured him, a flash of blue-white lightning dance amongst the thunderheads and the light rain broke into a rumbling cloudburst for emphasis, You have tracked the slavers that took your people this far by my guidance, have you not? Gotten the satisfaction of gutting more than one of the lot in attendance on that day, yes?
"I have," Nyx acknowledged in a hushed growl as he crept through the shadows alongside the Imperial trade road that snaked its way into Labaram, "but have yet to find Lyssa,"
But you are on the path, Nyx, that is the point. Mayhap this mith'ganni dancer at the tavern will be your Lyssa, or another of your clan, at least, who will confirm what I have been telling you,
It would be wisest not to focus on that, now, though. I have work for you, here, Shyndyn, and I need your attentions fully on that work. The reward you seek will be found in the performance of my task. Have faith in that.
"Yes, yes," Nyx affirmed, "Work to be done. Preparations to be made. Shhh."
~~~~~~
The storm had provided the cover Nyx needed to slip into Labaram without having drawn the slightest bit of attention and, even beyond the gates where the light of candles and torches pared shadows away to much smaller patches, the weather made recompense for anything lost to the light, When the shadows were forced to let him go the rain and the winds masked his passing and not an eye aside from those in the heads of gods and devils caught sight of the Twilight Elf as he slithered through the city's streets and found his way to "The Lion's Pride." There, he clung to the shadows, waiting until a knot of seven or eight round-ears, clustered close together, heads bowed, and cloaks drawn against the rain, tried to shove through the tavern's doors as one body. Taking advantage of the frantic jostling, Nyx loathingly interposed himself in the log-jam of human meat, and got himself worked into the place without so much as a glance and, once over the threshold, wasted no time in finding himself a dimly lit table which afforded him a view of the room but still some bit of anonymity.
Posted on 2011-03-05 at 22:21:07.
Edited on 2017-12-21 at 14:42:00 by Eol Fefalas
Nicely detailed recruitment, too... we do have quite the "international" membership here at the Inn, though, so, while the concept is definitely interesting, it may be tricky to get a lot of our Innmates to regularly commit to a Maptools/Voice Chat-based game (not impossible, of course, juuuust tricky)... Given any thought to doing a PbP format or, perhaps, a chat-based format in the Dragon Chat here, by any chance? You may have more success recruiting in one of those veins or the other.
Either way, best of luck with the game and here's hoping we start to see much more of you (and maybe your friends, as well?) on the forums.
Tenna'telwan,
Eol
Posted on 2011-03-05 at 14:56:01.
Topic: Happy Game Master's Day! Subject: hehehe...
...Got a brand new (re-manufactured) Vista Cruiser packaged up and awating shipment to Canada for ya, Al!
Not the coolest looking automobile ever made but have you seen the cargo space in those things?!?!? You could put every piece of gaming material you own in that thing along with a folding table, some chairs, a keg, and a selection of wine, liquor, soda, and snacks... Talk about a rolling game!!!
Posted on 2011-03-04 at 20:30:29.
Topic: Happy Game Master's Day! Subject: Happy GM Day and many thanks...
...to all of those who've tolerated (and/or continue to tolerate) me in their games over the years!
Here's to ya, folks!
Posted on 2011-03-04 at 19:54:09.
Edited on 2011-03-04 at 19:54:44 by Eol Fefalas
Keeping with the dwarven genealogy track; which of the dwarves in The Hobbit was Gimli's father?
Posted on 2011-03-04 at 14:42:25.
Topic: Lord of the Rings Trivia Game Subject: Yup yup...
...in the films, Arwen rode Asfaloth (however, in the books, Asfaloth was Glorfindel's horse ).
To answer Celtia's question... I think it was the Boffins was it not?
I'll hold off on a question for now... not sure of that answer...
Posted on 2011-03-04 at 14:00:00.
Edited on 2011-03-04 at 14:00:40 by Eol Fefalas
Topic: EXCITED!!! Subject: Deal!
But Vil... ya gotta bring the hat... you know the one I'm talking about...
And, yeah... I remember being young and having the extra $$$ to spend for concert tickets and other random fun stuff, too, Flirty... given the economy these days, I guess 100 a pop for "floor seats" isn't bad... Then I had kids who wanted to go to concerts and other random fun stuff and my entertainment budget went poof! twelve bucks for a CD wins over 100 for a live show for me these days.
Posted on 2011-03-03 at 23:52:27.
Topic: EXCITED!!! Subject: Whu-HUH?!?!
$200-250 counts as "not too much?"
Holy frijoles! If I paid $250 to see anyone sing, I'm afraid they'd have to come to me and sing at my house... nude... wearing a "Hello Kitty" mask... while I randomly shot at them with tranq-darts... plus they'd have to cook me dinner after they were done performing and then clean the house.
Aaaaand, I guess that's why Eol doesn't go to concerts much, these days...
Glad you're excited, though...
Posted on 2011-03-03 at 21:34:02.
Topic: Happy Birthday Flirt! Subject: Hey!
Happy Birthday, Flirty... I'm gonna go buy some hats and noisemakers and stuff... then we're gonna dance on the tables and put our feetses in the punch bowl!
Hope it's a great one for you, sweety!
Posted on 2011-03-03 at 14:31:40.
Topic: EXCITED!!! Subject: GroooooooooBAN!!!
Have fun, Flirty.
Posted on 2011-03-03 at 14:29:57.
Topic: Hi Everyone Subject: LOL
I gotta fevah! An' tha only prescription, is mohr cowbell!
*ting-tinga-ting-tinga-ting-ting*
Posted on 2011-03-02 at 13:42:32.
Edited on 2011-03-02 at 13:46:18 by Eol Fefalas
Topic: Hi Everyone Subject: Never fear... I'm really quite harmless...
~All our times have come
Here but now they're gone
Seasons don't fear the facelick
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain
We can be like they are
Come on Innmate... Don't fear the facelick
Innmate take my hand... Don't fear the Facelick
You’ll eventually dry... Don't fear the Facelick
Innmate, I'm your man...~
Welcome aboard, Scott... Enjoyed your "The Old Woman and the Creature" post... looking forward to you becoming a regular around here and reading more of your work... perhaps even in an RP or two, yes?
Pondering Flynn's post, now... Hope to have it ready to go in a respectable amount of time.
Posted on 2011-03-01 at 17:58:57.
Topic: Tales of City Fantastico Subject: Awsome like a possum on the forf of joooleye!!!
Percy fell backward and blinked, dumbfounded, as the flurry of Virago's actions culminated in a syringe full of God-only-knew-what being jammed into the agent's eyes...
Well... that's not quite right is it, his mind determined, picking the thoughts from a midst of cluttered memories in which Percy (or, rather, the man Percy used to be) stood dutifully over his patients and assured them, right before the anesthesia took effect, that when they woke up, they'd be good as new. There was care and precision needed for the proper treatment of patients, wasn't there?
What the Boston Crazy had just done wasn't careful or precise, was it?
No... it wasn't... In fact, Percy was fairly certain that it bordered on malpractice...Or was he remembering that from someone else's perspective?
Malpractice or not... It's definitely a sin, isn't it?
"To the cooler..."
Percy's too-large eyes gave one, final blink as they turned to regard Virago... The Ice Cream Man smiled, then, and got slowly to his feet, never taking his eyes off of Virago...
"Yeah," he grinned, already strolling to the truck, "to the cooler..." He paused for a moment as he climbed the step up through the driver’s door, one hand grasping the steering wheel and the other finding the handle of the ice cream scoop in his pocket, and glanced back…
"…Um... Virago? Mind if I talk to you in the back for a minute... alone?"
((Widdle-bitty fluff post? Just kind of what i imagine Percy's reaction might be in this case... ))
Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame Subject: *blinkblinkblink*
Okay... if Secret Agent Man turns into some kind of mutant zombie ninja killing machine in the back of my truck, Bob's getting the super atomic flambe wedgie of doom! And I'll spend all of my awesome points to do it! *nods*
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