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Seigius watched as his feeble grasp upon the light quill scrolled across the golden parchment, the soft movement of the black ink falling upon the scroll and creating a delicate, even line of words that continued across the mass of the scroll, filling a mass of pages that sat uneven across the wooden desk, drawers and space filled with nothing but papers, quills and bottles of ink, some of which were running low as he set the quill upon the wood, smiling as the remnants of the ink fell upon the desk, staining the beautiful oak as he raised himself from the chair, grasping at the firm wood as he stood upon his feet, aware that the hours had passed toward the late evening.

The soft hue of the sun lingered upon the horizon, a delicate glow of the orange striding across the skies as the stars formed at the highest point of the lands, a silhouette of trees and small buildings perched atop the rolling hills of the continent. Seigius could do nothing except stand and admire the view which was offered from his small window, grabbing the long, black coat that hung upon the door and placed it upon his shoulders, exiting the small building in search of a quiet place where he could admire the view from a larger area, hoping that streets of his village were no longer filled with the chaos of the markets and the trouble of bandits and thieves that roamed the passages between the streets.

His mind was rather preoccupied with the recent scrolls which had now filled his desk, a tale of twisted lovers who had a dominatrix relationship, one that was soon banished, a forbidden love between the two reigning in their hearts, their moments together both passionate and spectacular. He had written several pages which entails their relationship and the acts which the pair committed and Seigius now remembered the words, the lines forming in his mind as he perused the streets.

The bitter sound of the lashing whip smashing against her bare skin was almost like music to his ears but nothing except the sound of her crying for more, the twisted blend of pain and pleasure resounding in his ears as she moaned, arching against the touch of the leather beating her skin, the man standing dominant against the kneeling woman, his eyes locking with hers as he pressed his bare foot against her shoulders, demanding that she forced herself upon the ground as she begged for permission to suck on his toes.

His strange obsession in such matters meant that his mind had wandered to such matters and thus he found himself wandering almost aimlessly, finding himself now beckoning at the tall oak of the trees, lifting towards the skies and creating a looming shadow above the path that led into the woods and Seigius entered inwards, following the street and questioning what he was doing in wandering such places when he was so unprepared. He had wanted a gentle stroll and he wondered if that was all he was to be offered…
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Name: Seigius Arcal
Age: 173
Race: Erohjian
Class: Writer
Alignment: Neutral Good
Physical Appearance: Soft, pale skin which contrasts with his silky black hair, the only colour being in the mood-controlled colours of his eyes and the tattoos upon his hand.

"When age shall hold no limits, the unrelenting power of the Deities shall upon the world once more. The reign of the Gods shall once again be free from its oppressive chains."

Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 4:29 pm Post subject: Description:

Death... It existed everywhere. As did life. Even in the harsh wastes of Mené, life existed.

Arothas was wandering up the city streets, his robes sitting tightly and his staff driving into the ground with every step. Every, single step. His staff had recently began to glow with a dark red color. Although it wasn't very visible, it was still a sign of Arothas' power... And corruption.

How long ago was it since his amnesia had began? How long since he had recieved a stone in his head? He remembered to check his journal later. In passing, Arothas noticed a nearby cloud. Perhaps he could bring down some lighting from it with nobody noticing... It was possible, but difficult. Arothas once again checked his robes if he had dropped the shortsword that was there. He had not, and despite the fact that it was unnessecary, Arothas had checked once every two minutes or so. It felt good with a sword inside his robes... He remembered he had been a skilled swordsman, not only a mighty wizard. Which he still was, even though it were only a couple of weeks ago he had awoken, he had still become stronger by the day, recently discovering a lightning spell. It was one of his personal favorites, actually.

But what had actually drawn him here? A source of power, which could be felt miles away. How often had he bumped into potentional powerful humanoids now? He had encountered several demons, a couple of vampires and somehow gotten quite friendly with one of the vampires, at truce with the other, and a bit friendly with the demon. The other demons were dead, killed by himself.

But now, something caught Arothas' sight. It was a Erohjan, to no suprise, but Arothas keen eyes noticed his stance, how he walked. It was either an assasin or a skilled burglar. But the thing that really caught Arothas' intrest, was that it was he who was the power source. He walked closer to the man, but it seemed he was just walking past him. Just when he passed him, he bumped into him, not by acciedent, but didn't apply much force to it. He set on a mask of friendliness.

"Oh, sorry for that. Who are you, if i may ask? I am Ar- Teralgar Samatskar." Heh. No one exept the demon had known what Samatskar meant. It was "fireball" in a old tounge. Then, he awaited the Erohijans answer.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 4:37 pm Post subject: Description:

For a some time, Kahl had been perched atop a house in a town he left unnamed in his mind. The town was quiet for some time as he approached from the dusk sun. The time was late he knew, but exactly when, avoided him. He was no natural when it came to judging time by the sun, and thusly he wasn’t concerned in learning it. He had all the time remaining in the world, so hour by hour did not concern him. He loosely tracked years, without a true effort put into it. It was more or less the fact that he overheard many people speak of the time, and year that he was able to keep it. Though he did not follow time, he knew no amount of it would truly repair the damage he’s felt over it. The loss, the pain, the torment, the regret. No amount of time could truly patch the gaping hole that was blown into him originally, and just grew over the years. Time, and time, it grew and grew. He was starting to believe that it would never close, never be quelled in it’s agony. He was just tired of it all, but he knew there were answers out there. The quest for knowledge kept him alive. Along with the aesthetic beauty this world offered.

He leant back against the roof, and softly moved his gaze over the land before him. The rolling grass hills of the land, softly masked and veiled by the setting sun. Seemingly like the grass was coated in a soft, dark orange paint from a brush that dangled from the clouds. The gods of the world, painting their our pictures upon an immense canvas. Only to have the sun rise again, and have it all disappear like that of some form of paint remover. Such beauty led Kahl to sit in awe of the landscapes around him, and take in the true beauty of the world that he was offered infinite time to take in an enjoy. If he felt the urge, he could take up painting, and use his own photographic memory to lay the form of many pleasant images that would last lifetimes. But, such a form would only bother him because of the inability of his hands, the years of suffering they’ve went through. The vicious wounds upon them left them callous and unable to actually use them in such a dexterous maneuver of swirl, line, dot, mark and fill that was required for the beautiful paintings he has seen over the years. To the gods, he wished he could express the visions of beauty he sees in his mind’s eye everyday. Such wondrous figures, such amazing beauty. One would figure, with the capabilities of a body like this creature’s anything is possible. But, to Kahl’s own thoughts, this body was just made for horror, and death. He shook his head lightly, and leant his head back upon the roof.

Little time had passed before he caught the sound of approaching foot steps. His eyes opened softly to expose themselves into the same sky that was still saturated with the dusk and twilight of the sun. The steps grew closer and Kahl did not know who it was approaching. The scent wasn’t familiar, but it did not strike him as threatening, but that has fooled him before. With an almost exaggerated movement, Kahl rose from his lying position upon the roof, raising with his head leaned back and flicking forward as he straightened his back. Kahl could barely see off the edge of the roof, and he caught sight of a civilian of the town. Raven black hair that was similar to Kahl’s own. The eyes that were almost masked by the hair only exposed the whites to Kahl’s vision. The being did not come to notice Kahl as of yet, which obviously prompted no course of action from Kahl. He remained in a sit upon the roof, with his arm upon a bent knee. His opposite hand, bracing himself against the roof as he watched the person approach.

But as the man approached, Kahl caught sight of another being. This being, as well was unknown to him. Kahl's course of actions were still very limited as the two men interacted to a limited extent. But, with all words said, Kahl only remained atop the building as the two conversed. He was pondering whether or not the notice of him would be beneficial, or something that would only cause issues in the future. But, despite his concerns, Kahl remained upon the roof, gazing at the two.
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Character: Kalhak Arrmeadius

Learn my name well, for it will be of Legend.

Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 4:53 pm Post subject: Description:

OOC: Sorry for the length, I got carried away =)

A battle of vicious thoughts battled deep within the inner realms of his mind, a vicious force of soldiers battling against the constant reminders that the compassion and age which bound him to his life was nothing but a mere façade, blending amongst the surroundings of the village and remaining as the silent warrior, the ever watchful predator who had become a source of intricate knowledge and elusive words. Some would’ve insinuated that his mind was no longer what it had once been; instead, it had become a bloodied battlefield with his nerves and pulsating brain being tainted with the crimson blood of ancient memories.

To some, he was nothing but an aged writer who had a tantalizing obsession with the intricate workings of domination and control within a relationship. To some, he was a trained assassin who personified this image as a disguise until his true motives were revealed. His heart and mind, however, told a tale which told him he was nothing but a pawn within the manipulative game of chess, a wild torrent of battlements set to draw across the fields of the world.

Even as he found himself wandering through the streets of the small village, his mind would not prevent the vicious thoughts from penetrating his mental defenses, his mind never relenting in reminding him of the murders which had been bestowed upon his hands and he now found himself looking at his hands, the beautiful blue orbs within his aged skull now burning a furious red as he looked upon the sight with horror; others surrounding him would’ve seen nothing but hands which were painted in great detail but he now found himself looking upon a pair of hands which were blood-stained, the crimson red liquid dripping upon the ground as it fell from his fingertips.

It seemed that his mind had now deteriorated to a stage where he was visualizing images, memories which were both frightening and violent, pushing him closer and closer towards death as he looked upon each vision, frightened at what he had done in his life, wondering what the Deities would perceive of his actions and the sins which he had committed. Rather, his neutral heart told him that he had committed sins but his mind was still battling a fight against good and evil, chaos and order which had been fighting in his mind since he had left the Radiant Eclipse.

Distracted in his thoughts, his feet and legs had forced him further into the woods and he now stood atop a brown and twisting path that shortened as the trees and shadows ruled the lands, nothing but old footsteps creating a tormenting path for the visiting traveler. Even as his mind was distracting, he found a troubling presence beckoning but he dared not face the presence, instead continuing in his aimless travels in the hope the presence would fade but alas it continued in his direction and he soon found that this darker presence was pushing against him with little force, speaking to him with a façade that Seigius was almost impressed with had he not been the target.

“Your name, I believe, is of little relevance to me. I am nothing but a writer and thus the façade, the purposeful nudge is one which is often a twist in the tales I write.” He said, facing the man with cold, bitter, crimson red orbs. “Your power is to be blessed, though I would remember that not all are friends, there are those who are willing to murder for power and power is what you have.” He said, his skills in communication remaining locked in this negative phase of his, not being pleased at having his thoughts distracted.
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Name: Seigius Arcal
Age: 173
Race: Erohjian
Class: Writer
Alignment: Neutral Good
Physical Appearance: Soft, pale skin which contrasts with his silky black hair, the only colour being in the mood-controlled colours of his eyes and the tattoos upon his hand.

"When age shall hold no limits, the unrelenting power of the Deities shall upon the world once more. The reign of the Gods shall once again be free from its oppressive chains."

Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 6:35 pm Post subject: Description:

Deeper into the woods, the still form of a dark elf lay curled on the ground with his head resting on his only material possessions. As the sun began to set, he slowly uncurled in the growing shade. Something in him registered that the sheltering darkness had come and he sat up, shrugging the hood of his cloak away from his face. As it fell back, the evening breeze swept over grey hair, icy and refreshing against his scalp. Crouching on his knees, Elhadron peeled the cloak away from his body. Summer was no time to be covered in heavy fabric all day, and the coming of evening was always a relief.

He sighed and paused to watch a moth pass him, crossing over his face. It's meager body heat flickered dimly against the tree bark, still warm with the day's sun. With a smile Elhadron watched the moth go, and decided to join his fellow nocturnal creatures in an evening out. Brushing torn grass from black trousers and straightening the collar of a vibrant blue shirt, he picked up his pack from the dirt where he'd lain it that morning. Slinging the awkward burden onto his back, he resigned himself to carrying it all around until he could find someplace to camp out for the evening.

Perhaps he'd come across some wandering musician, or perhaps he'd meet a lovely woman or courageous hero to chat with. Many people who found themselves in these parts at night were alone, and nervous about what could be stalking in the dark. Even escorting lost travellers would be more entertaining than sitting by himself under the leaves.

The dark elf had been getting overly gloomy and contemplative of late, and there simply wasn't any excuse for it. Gods willing, Elhadron would find something more interesting to do with his time.

As he slipped through the trees and undergrowth, Elhadron caught sight of two blazing white forms through the trees. Blinking a few times, Elhadron squinted against the infrared colors slowly overwhelming the visible surface spectrum that objects presented during the day. Two men.

Elhadron had to fight against his initial impulse to approach and greet the strangers. Just as travellers would be wary of a dark elf appearing from the trees, Elhadron himself had good reason for caution around strangers. He wasn't the only sort of man who'd find himself out at night, and many others might not share his easygoing nature. He ran thin black-skinned fingers through his hair, idly attempting to straighten out what sleep must have done to it. If nothing else, he settle for a deliberate scruffiness that was almost as good as careful grooming.

To hang back in the woods by myself again, or step out on the road and risk being robbed. Again.

A man who'd been beaten and robbed as often as Elhadron had developed a certain degree of caution about these things. More often than not he was attacked for no good reason by people who knew that no one would come to help a dark elf.

As non-threatening his size and demeanor made him seem, Elhadron knew it was a temptation to many. One of the men, an older Erohjian by the look of it, was about a full pace taller than Elhadron himself was. The other was an extraordinarily tall elf. Younger than Elhadron himself was, certainly. For that reason, however friendly his manner was... his bow remained slung on his shoulder within easy reach.

But hell. He was lonely, and he was bored. He laid one foot on the path and made his way toward the others, his pale grey eyes and friendly smile shining against the deep black of his skin.

"Evening, gentlemen," he began. "What brings you out tonight?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 6:55 pm Post subject: Description:

The scent of another approaching creature caught Kahl’s attention. His eyes strayed from the two in front of him, over to another who was lingering around the forest line. The creature was hesitant, and it was apparent in his scent. Kahl was able to pick from the scent and capable of making a few decisions on how to act. But, as the man approached, Kahl was being forced into another situation. This one was obvious on it’s own, that Kahl was going to be spotted. The spot upon this roof was not the most inconspicuous one, and thusly he would have to move in short time. This spot was not advantageous in any sense, and in an almost needed response Kahl rose to is feet. He was now squatting, and removed himself from the warm roof tiling. The shingles were still very warm, and it had seeped into his marble skin. He felt the difference in air temperature as he rose, and took notice that it had shifted. The dusk sun was sapping the heat from the surroundings. And he felt the presence upon his skin, though to what degree, he knew not. He had rather enjoyed the warm tar and gravel of the shingles, but his relaxation was coming to a draw. As he stood to his feet, he felt the warmth escaping him, and felt the drop in his temperature. Returning once more to the tundric temperature that always brewed inside him.

This creature came closer still, and Kahl was unable to decide his next course of action. To run, may complicate the ease of escaping, only because he was already unknown. But to stay, meant sure attention to himself sooner or later. So a decision was to be made, and to a conclusion he decided. His crimson iris scanned the area slightly, and then fell upon the men below him, and then raked to the man approaching. With soft steps, and eased over the point of the hut, and moved around the side. He walked softly, and in a slow pace towards the end of the row of houses. His ankles were angled to contact that roof, but his balance had to be maintained for any actual movement. So, he strode slowly, and hopefully out of sight. As he shifted behind the approaching man, he came back around to the other side of the housing. His glowing orbs saw that the men weren’t even looking his way, so he hopped over to the adjacent housing, just out of sight. But, well within his field of hearing. So, with all these maneuvers performed, he once more sat down upon the house, cross-legged and his arms across his chest. He was interested in the elder, and no one else. So, he listened intently upon the elder’s response.
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Character: Kalhak Arrmeadius

Learn my name well, for it will be of Legend.

Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 10:17 pm Post subject: Description:

Izeli sighed and closed her eyes as a light breeze swept around her, ruffling her short hair before moving on. Above her the trees swayed and rustled, sunlight flickering through the branches where birds sang and chattered happily. She smiled as one of them flew above her; it really was an excellent evening for a hike. She'd been walking for the last several hours now, but had barely even noticed, the weather was so fine.

It looked like the forest was coming to an end up ahead, however; she could see the trees thinning, and beyond that a few dots of light that suggested buildings. For a moment she was slightly disappointed; she had enjoyed her hike--the flowers here in particular were quite lovely, with what seemed a million different kinds dotting the forest floor, and certainly a welcome change after the vast, dry deserts of Mene-- but it was getting dark, and sleeping in a real bed rather than camping outside once again was enough to bring back her smile. Her stomach chose that moment to grumble slightly and she smiled further-- yes, an inn or tavern would be quite welcome. They'd have food (much better food than she could cook, certainly) a decent bed, and who knew what kind of people she'd run into there? Surely someone was bound to know some good tales, or what sort of interesting places were around here, just waiting to be explored.

As she walked further along the path she saw two-- no, three figures ahead of her. Two of them were tall-- quite tall, it seemed, although it was difficult to tell exactly how tall from a distance-- and they seemed to be discussing something. Perhaps they'll be able to recommend me a good place for dinner, she thought. As she drew closer she saw that at least one of them seemed to be an Erohjian, and that made her feel better as well. A local. Good. He'll know more about whatever's around here... although I'll have to be careful. They can be a little crazy sometimes.

She was just about to take a closer look at the third traveler, when a flash of movement caught her eye. Something on the rooftops, she thought. It was there for just a second, but it was enough to dim her smile somewhat. Someone's being sneaky, she thought. It could be just a cat, of course, or something equally benign, but somehow she didn't think so. Idly she checked her sword in its scabbard over her shoulder. Ready as ever. Good. She could hope that there wouldn't be any trouble, but you never knew, after all. And those who take such pains to hide their presence rarely have good motives. She sighed. It was such a lovely evening. She'd really hate if it were spoiled by ending in a fight. Especially before I've had a chance to eat a decent dinner.

Keeping an eye on the rooftops, she quickened her pace, aiming to catch up with the third figure on the road, closest to her, farthest from the town. Hopefully they would be more enjoyable company than whatever-- or whoever-- was skulking up above them.

Not wanting to be sneaky herself, she called out to the figure as she approached him. "A fine evening, isn't it?" she remarked, with a broad gesture at the sky. "Well met."
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 5:17 pm Post subject: Description:

Elhadron whirled on his heel away from the other gentlemen in the road at the sound of a female voice behind him. Not immediately seeing his new companion behind him, the dark elf did something he seldom had to do. He looked down. There she was, a petite young lady with startling white skin and some of the loveliest hair he'd ever seen on a woman. It couldn't be natural, but sometimes natural was overrated.

"Good evening, miss," Elhadron replied. Realizing belatedly that before he'd turned she might not have noticed his race, it occurred to him that a young woman alone might have good reason to be wary of a dark elf. With an apologetic smile he gave her a brief bow. "It's a lovely evening indeed, particularly for those of us unaccostomed to the day. Quite a relief to have the dark and cool of evening after a long day."

A closer look at the stranger left Elhadron further intrigued. She was out alone, but seemed confident enough of herself to approach a strange man on the road. She also had that fantastic, vibrant, and unabashedly unnatural hair. Perhaps it betrayed an energy and aesthetic sense in line with Elhadron's own. Maybe they would have more common ground than he thought.

"My name is Elhadron. what can I do for you?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 6:28 pm Post subject: Description:

She was a little surprised to find her fellow traveler was a drow, honestly, but he was so impeccably polite and friendly that she found herself liking him almost at once.

"Quite a relief indeed," she agreed. Gods knew she had her own troubles with the sun. Pale skin might be useful camouflage on the tundra, but it was decidedly inconvenient in places that actually had summer, and she almost always burned despite her best efforts to prevent it. From what she knew of the drow, (which wasn't much) he probably had a much harder time of it.

"Well met, Elhadron. I'm Izeli Venture," she said, with a smile of her own. "And as for what you can do for me, well. If you know about the town there and can recommend a good place for dinner, I'd thank you, but truthfully I just thought I'd say hello to another traveler. Those two," she nodded to the tall figures ahead of them, "seem a bit preoccupied with their own business."

[Warned]
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2007 10:21 am Post subject: Description:

Nothing but the constant echo of the blustering winds ran through his ears, the silence of the situation beating like the sound of drums, the rhythmic movement becoming ever faster until its climax was reached, the silence broken and the raging war of his mind unleashed upon the world; his definition of life, the climax and anticlimax, the momentum and constant battle. All these words and terms were nothing but a façade for his true heart, his soul of fire and passion, of desire and darkness. His twisted soul reigned a powerful and vicious hold upon his, burning chains of fire seeming to bind him to his position of pure intent, of pure evil.

His words, his novels that now sold themselves across the landscape of the lands were nothing but deceptive words that had forced him to become but a ‘sleeper’, one who was to be awakened when his time came and soon, he hoped, his life would bring its climax where his blade could once again fall upon the bare flesh of a mortal and he could watch as their orbs faded into their skulls, life fading as each short breath intoxicated their lungs and the crimson blood dripped upon his blade.

If he were not in such a difficult and unknown situation, he would’ve smiled at his thoughts, the memories of death and blood awakening and teasing him with the taste of blood upon his lips, nothing but a vision that unleashed a vicious monster upon him. He couldn’t help but desire for the taste of blood, not wishing to be drowned in a pool of blood but a few mere drops that could extend his pleasure to another person, where his urges and sexual fantasies could unleash themselves upon a woman, or even a man, and he would be free.

Once again, nothing but the memories reigned in his mind. He remembered when he had been forced to kill a woman, though forced was not quite the word, and she had begged for him not to kill her. She had offered her services as a prostitute and he had slept with her on that night, a wild and climatic night of passion and romance that had him screaming for more with each penetrative thrust within her, drawing the blade upon her skin as she cried out in an orgasm. That night had been one of true pleasure, the taste of sex and blood intertwined with one another.

As he stared beyond the figure that had the presence of evil, he noticed the woodlands and the dirt trail that led towards the village where he came from but he was more disturbed because of the sudden distraction that had unfolded itself, a voice that seemed to resonate nothing in terms of a presence. He refused to act on the voice, instead remaining focused on this presence of evil, for he perceived it was of a greater threat but it seemed he was not alone with this man nor would his conversation resume with him.

Again, a presence disturbed his focus and he noticed it was that a woman and so he decided that it would be fair to recognize the presence of the woman if not both who had disturbed his conversation, allowing one another to become acquainted before turning to the two and then striding towards them with a stern expression upon his face, another façade that would suggest anger, bitterness even. He couldn’t help but notice the woman, how pale she was and how her hair seemed to flow. She had an unnatural aura of attractiveness that few would see.

“Preoccupied, I was though I doubt such matters are of little relevance if I can help a person.” He said, his kind and considerate voice of age contradicting his stern expression. “Good evening, Elhadron and also to Izeli. I believe I know of a place where one might find some food, I could take both of you if you so wish.” He said, his expression now fading to a light smile; for now, the beast had been contained.
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Name: Seigius Arcal
Age: 173
Race: Erohjian
Class: Writer
Alignment: Neutral Good
Physical Appearance: Soft, pale skin which contrasts with his silky black hair, the only colour being in the mood-controlled colours of his eyes and the tattoos upon his hand.

"When age shall hold no limits, the unrelenting power of the Deities shall upon the world once more. The reign of the Gods shall once again be free from its oppressive chains."

Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2007 12:49 pm Post subject: Description:

Elhadron spun back around to face yet another addition to the conversation. He had a sort of closed-off bitterness about him that many males of his species and age seemed to develop, but there was more to appraising a humanoid than a glance at his face. His confident gait and the intense focus he levelled on Izeli would have been somewhat jarring and unsettling if not for the rapid shift to a kindlier and more approachable manner.

Having somehow decided that it was improper to leave a young woman alone with a gentleman who'd made such an initially-questionable impression, the dark elf answered for both of them. "I think that sounds like an excellent plan. Miss Izeli? Looking for a place to settle down for an hour or two? I haven't eaten since last night, and could use a little dinner and company."

It's entirely possible he's just an older man with an eye for younger ladies. Most do it to some degree, though not all follow through.

Elhadron elected to dismiss the whole thing, writing off the stranger's behavior as nothing but the eccentricity of a lonely man, especially since if Seigius actually made any trouble there'd probably be little the dark elf could do to stop him. Not a mage and not a dedicated warrior, Elhadron might have been better relying on Izeli.

"However, I don't believe we've met. My name is Elhadron as you heard. It seems you're to be our guide this evening, and I don't know your name."
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 6:17 pm Post subject: Description:

((OOC: Sorry for the delay. Trying to figure out how to pad this post... I suppose this will have to do.))

Izeli was a little startled by the man's sudden interruption, but quickly recovered. He was a little... intense (though perhaps that was just the influence of the odd-looking fellow he'd been talking to) but he seemed friendly enough. Certainly observant, though, she thought briefly. Preoccupied with another conversation and he still managed to get both our names. It was an interesting ability, but she didn’t dwell on it. Besides, whether it was a good judgment or not, she was hungry enough at this point that she suspected she'd have followed almost anyone if they could point her at a serviceable restaurant.

"Dinner would be excellent," she said in answer to Elhadron's question. "I've eaten far too much of my own cooking the past few days; eating someone else's for a change would be wonderful." There was something in the way she said it that inexplicably called up visions of horrible, horrible food. She smiled a bit ruefully. "And, pleasant though the evening is, I've been walking for a few hours now and a bit of a rest would be welcome as well."

She turned back to the other man. "So, sai, if you will lead us on...?"
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