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IC - General / Re: Returning Winds

« on: October 01, 2011, 12:41:09 pm »

She felt like she was in a daze, watching her own body from a distance as she ventured within the walls of Naerlan briefly each time. It was bittersweet, the absences gnawed at her deeply. Memories beat at her mind with every step she took inside the city, a moment of laughter here, a glimpse of a smile there. She managed to nod and smile at the few familiar faces she came across, surely they couldn't see something was wrong? When the smile couldn't be forced further, she faded into the background once again and left, traveling a familiar path, her bared feet carefully finding the way even as her eyes clouded. She reached her cliffs upon the Dragon's Plateau before she started to breakdown.

First came the rage, raising her fists and screaming at the empty skies. She raged loudly, everything she could come up with she ranted and yelled, enough noise to scare every living creature away from the plateau. She paced around the edge of the cliffs until exhaustion struck and she fell to her knees and began to weep. Her tears streaked down her face as she knelt there, no surprise that the thunder boomed before a torrent of rain spilled down onto her huddled form. She wept through the storm until she couldn't weep anymore and only had rasping sobs escaping her. For her, there would be no peace until the past stopped haunting her every moment, and with that in mind, she fell asleep where she sat and drifted in her dreams.


She knew she was dreaming but could not summon up the effort to stop the inevitable. It was merely a dream, nothing was going to harm her, right? The whispering was louder than before, voices talking. She could make out familiar ones and several not so familiar and tried to move closer but it was if she was bound and could not move. Still she tried to hear what the voices were saying but while they grew louder in volume with every passing minute, the words remained foreign to her ears. The back of her neck prickled and she felt the presence behind her only a moment before feeling breath brushing against her skin. So, you have returned. We thought you might, you've not the courage to go forward, human. That is the only reason you continue to resist your future. She tried to find her voice but found it lacking as she could only glare in defiance as the whispers brushed against her senses. You would deny the truth even now? You do not even let the dead stay dead or rot in peace. A loud cackle of laughed thundered around her as she shuddered inwardly, glancing guilty down at the blackened bracer she wrote around her wrist. Yes. We know what you think and know what that means. You will join us and this nothingness will be your existence for eternity. That's what you want right? You want your memories gone, you want to forget those you loved, those you cared for, those who are gone with no explanations. Those holes in your heart are filled with loss and hopelessness.



(ooc - I'll finish later, 4am tired, sleepy ect.)

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Announcements / Re: Barreston/DoR

« on: September 25, 2011, 09:43:50 pm »

Think since all this is coming back, i truly feel we should bring back the mayoral elections...ALOT of people latly have had intrest in citizenship and the elections would def boost that and bring alot more RP into the picture

Haha, I was just asking about that last night when I popped online. Shame that it ended, really. Assassinate the Mayor was always fun.

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IC - General / Re: Returning Winds

« on: September 25, 2011, 01:08:55 pm »

A shifting in the wind, the barest whisper and she was awake once again. It was abrupt and as confusing as one might feel when waking from a nightmare. The cool air brushed against her skin as she rose to peer out the windows at the darkened sky. The translucent figure at her side shifts as he murmurs.
"Something brews."

She shrugs lazily as she mutters "Perhaps."

The chill of the night breaks through her grogginess which causes her to tug her blanket tighter around her and step toward the fireplace.  She takes her place in a worn over-sized chair as she stares into the dancing sparks, brooding.

You can't keep doing this, there was nothing you could do to stop the inevitable.

Only the tightening of her hand around the crystal glass held between her fingers a sign of hearing the words. Recklessly, she takes a long drink of the bitter substance, grimacing briefly.

"You can't hold yourself responsible for this matter, Lady, you are letting it eat you up inside and it wasn't.."

The words trail off as a flash of familiar rage flashes through the woman's eyes before she abruptly rises to her feet, swaying slightly, before she whispers softly. She allows the blanket to fall to the ground and moves with cat-like grace out into the night, waving off the figure that would follow her with an abrupt motion, words hanging in the air echoing with despair.

"I should have been there."

The figure sighs, retreating back to the window to stand watch for the woman's restless midnight wanderings to come to an end. His hand solidifying just enough to press against the glass briefly before returning to his spectre state.

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Announcements / Re: Barreston/DoR

« on: September 25, 2011, 12:32:15 pm »

And the ghosts wake up with such an email. 

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IC - General / Returning Winds

« on: March 03, 2010, 09:48:09 pm »

The figure watched as the land grew closer to the rickety boat she sat in. The scrawny men struggled as they rowed to the rocky shore, every so often glancing at the cloaked form. The only sign of impatience was the tapping from her nail against the edge of the boat.

Finally the boat touched shore and before the men could hold out a helping hand she was leaping out onto the land, water lapping briefly against her bared feet. The woman takes a moment to inhale deeply as her stormy gaze takes in the all too familiar surroundings, a hint of a smile touching her lips. She turns back to the men who seem unable to stop watching her and lazily tosses them a bag of coins which they argue over briefly. When they turn back to the shore, the woman has disappeared into the mists.

Hurry home.

The woman tilted her face to the sky as the storm threatened to break overhead, the urgency of the wind-whispered words causing her to break into motion once more. Her feet kept to the winding path as she made her way to Naerlan, an odd smile on her lips as she keeps to the shadows once near the city's wall. Her gaze paused on the graveyard as she headed that way, her body growing tense as she wanders through the gravestones.

She drags her fingers over a particular gravestone and uses a shovel found against another as she digs into the hardened dirt.  The shovel soon enough hits something metal causing birds to scatter at the unexpected noise. She falls to her knees as she brushes away the dirt almost lovingly.

Old friend, I have need of you again. She murmurs softly. Her fingers sweep over the blackened bracer as she tugs it gently from the ground. A spectre appears briefly as she holds onto the bracer, elven features apparent before it fades transparent. She looks startled briefly at the more solid form but the spectre merely bows and falls into line at her back as the storm finally opens and rain drenches her and the surroundings.

As you wish it.


As she walks into the gates of Naerlan, the lightning flashes brightly overhead as the familiar mark of Elbar circles her neck and glows brightly. Once she reaches the temple she makes her way in with a faint smile that lingers on her lips as she takes in the ever familiar sights.I'm back and the storm will be known and embraced once again.

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Announcements / Re: Welcoming back old friends

« on: February 26, 2010, 06:22:48 pm »

*wave* We need to get the oldies back one by one to mingle with the new.