RPG Eternity

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]Well, here we go... with me playing so many roles now... God damn it. Why do they always start like this? Anyway, to reiterate, do whatever you like storyline wise for the moment.

Let us see.... Currently, - Arithon s?Ffalen, Lysear s?Ilessid, Elaira, Kevor s?Ilessid, The Fellowship Sorcerors (Sethvir, Asandir,Kharadmon, Luhaine, Traithe and Davien. Ciladis isn?t relevant) .... maybe some of Ath?s Adepts. So if I start going on with something not previously mentioned, don?t worry about it.

If any one wants a map, ask, I?ll post one in a few days.

[B]Midwinter, Third Age year 5676[/B]

[I]A storm was brewing in Eltair Bay. Airthon stood on the battlements, Elaira at his side, as he watched the waters before him seethe, whipped up by the winds. He planted a soft kiss on Elaira?s head, thinking over the events of the past years.

He ordeal in Kewar Tunnel was over. The Fellowship Sorceror Davien, author of the Tunnel, and formerly incorpreal, was once again a force in the land, and an ally. Arithon?s stay at his mountain residence had been most profitable. Lysaer had no idea where he was. His mage talent was unimpaired, and Elaira was given reprieve from the Koriani?s stirct rules. Surely, life had taken a turn. As soon as the thaw started, he?d travel north collect his brigantine[/I] Khetienn, and collect Dakar and Fionn Areth, before . He turned slightly, viewing the city behind him. More traditionally a Koriana stronghold than gripped by Lysaer?s Sunwheel Alliance, caution was still paramount. Holding Elaira closer, he turned, returning to the Inn where he played for lodging.

As usual, there was a large crowd. Word that the masterbard had taken residence had spread, largely at the connivance of the innkeeper... Trestles were packed, and there was little room to work. Despite this, Arithon played as he always did. For himself, and for Elaira.

Elaira sat on a small stool, off in a corner, a smile on her face for her beloved?s talent. The men and women around them were getting deep in their cups, and a fight had already broken out. Elaira wondered how long Arithon would let that go on. His talent could stop such proceedings dead...[/I]


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[I]On another set of battlements, far distant, Lysaer, Prince Exalted, Lord Of Avenor, stood brooding. His son, Kevor was dead. His puppet wife, married simply to give him a heir, had disappeared. Gace Steward and Cerebald, High Priest of The Light, were completely flustered. Sulfin Evend was suffering doubts about the righteousness of the cause. Arithon had yet again eluded him, and was quite likely embroiled in a new plot to destroy his people, and quite likely had a sorcerous ally in Davien. Both of them were fiends, and opposed to the new order he represented, it stood to reason that they would band together against law and justice.

Lysaer turned, disappearing into his private quarters, instantly bathed in lights. He never allowed darkness to enter his sanctuary. With an uncharacteristic snap, he ordered a page to fetch Evend and Cerebald. The fox would be found, and hunted out.[/I]

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[I]Asandir trotted along easily, Isfarren bearing him lightly along. The black stallion was restless, something rare. Asandir had been away for nearly a year now, dealing with rogue Grimwards. His skin was black in several places, his clothes were singed from the intense energies he was forced to channel. Rather than attempt transfer to Althain tower through the latent energies in a greater drake?s skull, he had come overland, after calming the shade of Alqwerik. He focused his vision on the world around him, mage sight entwining with normal vision to show the auras of everything around him, the very Names of everything in Ath?s creation.

Arithon was safe, the fellowship had a chance to be restored. Davien was loose, threatening the balance of the world as he saw fit. Lysaer?s power was phasing. The world was really getting screwed up....[/I][/font][/color]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Lethe crossed her legs and put her arms behind her head. She looked up at the darkening sky, waiting for the first stars of night to appear. It was not that she saw the future in stars, she confirmed it. From what she could already pick up from the ground, the beasts, and the birds of the air....darkness was rising. All she needed was a go ahead from the stars...before she decided to go for her run to the city.

Someone would wish to know of this.....and receive information that would not otherwise appear to Him. Arithon.

The stars shimmered slightly, and she silently raised one finger to trace the new patterns.

North, south west, twist over to the east.....exactly as she thought. She rose to her feet and brushed off her tunic. Things were begining to heat up. She belted her robe and pulled the hood back, then she grasped her cherrywood staff and stretched up.

Her feet took off, and she raced through the night, ready to roar her challenge to the skies...

Lethe was alive and screaming.[/i][/COLOR]

[Kain]

[color=green]I'll try to put myself in the story....

Kazuya sat the cold ground listening to the wind howl as he always did.He recalled the shock of what happened hundreds of years ago.He was only about a hundred years old.His magic was unmatched.Lysaer asked for Kazuya to become and ally to him and to pledge his loyalty to none but him.After a few battles Lysaer noticed that Kazuya could become a problem if he decided to turn against him.With that thought Lysaer ordered Kazuya be killed.Kazuya fought back but was beaten because of the large numbers of soldiers that were fighting him.Kazuya was knocked off a cliff in the battle and was said to have died.Yet he lives but no one recognises him.Since Lysaer turned against Kazuya he swore he would kill Lysaer.

Kazuya: What to do know.....Lysaer is much too strong for me to fight now.I would need an army...or some other strong warriors to help me.....i'll have to figure something out.

Kazuya stands up and pulls on his cloak and walks off into the night.[/color]

[Sky Moonflow]

I'll try to add myself in...

Sucillea sat by the water just looking up into the skys. Letting the cold water hit her and hearing the wind speak to her. Noticing nothing that went around her. She was in another world when she sat by the ocean. She hears something and looks up and sees Airthon and Elaira. They stand above her but they don't notice her down on the beach. She returns her eyes to the ocean and recalls the first time she saw Airthon. She looks up again but they are not there. She returns to looking at the ocean then decides it is time for her to go.
She stands up and dusts off her skirt and grabs her cloak. She walks off into the night and she sees the image of Lethe running. She looks away and keeps on heading towards the inn. She heads in unnoticed and just heads up too her room. She mumbles some thing to herself at the top of the staris "Why do I go unnoticed?"