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| Topic: Valley of the Dreamer II (DND) | |
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"goodnight, dear Kelandra. It was a true pleasure meeting you."
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After a little more than a candlemark of time, Mishrona strides silently back into the camp area. She looks different. Not tired in the least. She looks refreshed and ready to move. Her eyes are bright, her elven ear tips no longer droop from exhaustion. She is smiling again as she returns to her bedroll and prepares to sleep for the night. She gets comfortable in her roll and lay listening to the things said around her. Learning all she can about each and every person. Those who say nothing get watched more than the others. You can almost see the mental not taking going on in her eyes, smiling the whole time.
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"It truly indeed is a pleasure, milady." :;His smile brighten with her kindness and welcome as he slowly moved over. It was a rather diverse and scary group, in his mind anyway, but he didn't show much in the sense of fear; after all; if he knew those men, he certainly was overly accustomed to it.:: ::His eyes moved to the one who called himself Ahn'rak, as he nodded, that smile remaining.:: "Tis truly a pleasure to make your acquiatance, sir. I also applaud your boldness, but those men should not be underestimated. Those.. were the Disciples, well, to be honest, a handful of them, anyway. Not all as are vagrant as they, mind you. Ingurrian is just misunderstood alot and Ixij, when you get to know her, is rather much more charming like you milady." ::As he takes Cassi's hand and lightly kisses her palm, before letting go and sitting close to the fire, setting his book down upon his lap.:: "So, what brings all of you out into this empty valley on such a brittle cold evening?" Ignoring the fact that the boy is not talking to her, she speaks to him, "Disciples? Disciples of what, or who? I would think that if he were a little more cordial upon first meeting, then he would be less likely to be 'misunderstood'. I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name." ::He denoted Kelandra saddened demeanor, but would not enforce something painful to her, and then he looked to Mishrona, as he tilted his head slightly to the side almost amazed she's never heard of them.:: "You've never heard of the Disciples?? Really?" ::He grabbed his book as he opened it flipping through the pages until he found a chapter designated entirely for them.:: :;He then began to tell the story... "In stories long since forgotten to the hands of time there was a castle that rested nestled on the highest peak of the Dwanen Mountains. This place was not riddled with secrecy and beauty but it was also a truly sacred place that was home to an old and extremely wise Sage. You see, fellow traveler, within this castle was the Temple of Crystal Dreams and the Historian, if you will, for all that is this world we thrive in. Some believe the Sage, as well as his domain existed before the Pixies began to flourish. He could tell amazing tales of times before any recorded existence but upon the first arrival of Queen Silvernarion, it is said that he had already foreseen all the troubles that would befall the lands. Within his temple he gathered together his most loyal of subjects and forged the table of the Disciples. The Sage’s sole intention was to protect this planet and his world by any means necessary and no matter who it might have been that threatened his peaceful world. Unbeknownst to even his own Disciples, that darkest of evil alliance were being formed right beneath his very home. These 21 Disciples swore to protect, not only this world, but this castle, their home, with their very lives. Touched by their devotion and loyalty, he bestowed certain powers amongst them and ordered them off into the world to cleanse the evil. These Disciples set out to find the worthy heroes of every race, tribe, culture, and lifestyle to help preserve this planet. The Disciples, somehow, remained unknown throughout the histories of the world, though they were there; present and accounted for in every last skirmish and war. They battled the harpies and even the hordes of Lord Pythonian right up until his sudden disappearance. Who truly knows; it might have just been one of these men who finally found a way to banish him. It was shortly after Pythonian’s sudden disappearance that the Disciples, also, disappeared. While their whereabouts remained unknown for centuries, I can assure you they do still truly exist. Ever watching over the Sage’s World, ever vigilant in protecting both Brombear and the planet itself, and never faltering in their oath and sworn promise to maintain the peace and order if evil should ever find a way to rise once again…" ::He took a moment as he looked up from his book.:: "More recently, however, this castle was devastated by a sudden and massive invasion from the demons.. The Disciples, backed into a corner, tried to get the Great Sage to flee.. but he would not, and instead..he gave them one last order, before he simply vanished before there very eyes.." "I have heard this story countless times, but as I said I keep my distance. My kind is a peaceful one. We keep to the shadows and show ourselves when it is necessary.We are good allies and fierce protectors." Kelandra got up and looked at the odd group sitting aroud the fire. "It was nice making your acquaintance, all of you but it will be light soon, and so I will take my leave. If ever you need me just call out my name and I will be there, for I am always here among the trees.Goodnight to you all until we meet again"  "Goodnight and sweetdreams Kelendra."
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After a little more than a candlemark of time, Mishrona strides silently back into the camp area. She looks different. Not tired in the least. She looks refreshed and ready to move. Her eyes are bright, her elven ear tips no longer droop from exhaustion. She is smiling again as she returns to her bedroll and prepares to sleep for the night. She gets comfortable in her roll and lay listening to the things said around her. Learning all she can about each and every person. Those who say nothing get watched more than the others. You can almost see the mental not taking going on in her eyes, smiling the whole time.  Garrisse looks in the direction of Mishrona but does not say anything because he does not wish to disturb her rest
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"goodnight, dear Kelandra. It was a true pleasure meeting you." "Night Kelandra. Be well. I pray you call me friend and call on me should have you have the need." |
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 "I would like to visit this grand library someday" "Yes, I would love to return one day.. Tis the only place I've ever known to be something close to a home.." :;He looks down slightly saddened by the idea, knowing that it may not even be possible ever again.:: "Why do sad?" "Is this library far from here?" "Yes.. the scale to the top of the mountains is extremely far and treacherous and now it is overun by demons and all types of evil monsters.. this place rests high above the clouds.." |
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"Perhaps destiny has pulled our odd clan together, to help you return to your library, dear one." She smiled, hooking an arm around his shoulder.
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::He watches Kelandra leave, though says nothing really, he just looks down afterwards and can only ponder how she knew this story when its never left their library and has never been truly heard by ears outside his home. Was.. she from there too? He shook his head and looked up to the returning Mishrona, as he regained that bright smile.::
"Feeling refreshed?" |
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"Perhaps destiny has pulled our odd clan together, to help you return to your library, dear one." She smiled, hooking an arm around his shoulder. ::He smiled softly as his hand rose to clasp at her wrist as it came around his shoulder leaning towards her slightly.:: "..that would be lovely, but.. I do not see how this is possible." ::He would not say anymore as he merely looked down but remained in her arms.:: "..I've never been this close to a woman before..It's so.. refreshingly new and comforting.." |
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"I agree with Cassi Opeia.""Perhaps fate has brought us together."
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::He watches Kelandra leave, though says nothing really, he just looks down afterwards and can only ponder how she knew this story when its never left their library and has never been truly heard by ears outside his home. Was.. she from there too? He shook his head and looked up to the returning Mishrona, as he regained that bright smile.:: "Feeling refreshed?" "Quite, thank you. I could still use the rest, but I feel much better than I did." She turns and looks at Garisse, "You look as though you have a question. What is it?" |
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"goodnight, dear Kelandra. It was a true pleasure meeting you." "and I you.You are a kindly soul Cassi and will be a true friend to many." "I will be in the shadows keeping watch over you all, so rest well." and with those words Kelandra disappeared into the darkness, it is as if she had became one with the darkness, invisible to all. |
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"I agree with Cassi Opeia.""Perhaps fate has brought us together." "..you believe in fate?" ::His head tilted as this was like an entirely new and foriegn concept to him. Easy to estimate, the Disciples didn't.:: |
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::He watches Kelandra leave, though says nothing really, he just looks down afterwards and can only ponder how she knew this story when its never left their library and has never been truly heard by ears outside his home. Was.. she from there too? He shook his head and looked up to the returning Mishrona, as he regained that bright smile.:: "Feeling refreshed?" "Quite, thank you. I could still use the rest, but I feel much better than I did." She turns and looks at Garisse, "You look as though you have a question. What is it?" "What brings you to this place Mishrona?" "What is it that you seek?"
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"I agree with Cassi Opeia.""Perhaps fate has brought us together." "..you believe in fate?" ::His head tilted as this was like an entirely new and foriegn concept to him. Easy to estimate, the Disciples didn't.:: "Indeed I do,but I also believe that we an choose our own fate if that is what we want"
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"It truly indeed is a pleasure, milady." :;His smile brighten with her kindness and welcome as he slowly moved over. It was a rather diverse and scary group, in his mind anyway, but he didn't show much in the sense of fear; after all; if he knew those men, he certainly was overly accustomed to it.:: ::His eyes moved to the one who called himself Ahn'rak, as he nodded, that smile remaining.:: "Tis truly a pleasure to make your acquiatance, sir. I also applaud your boldness, but those men should not be underestimated. Those.. were the Disciples, well, to be honest, a handful of them, anyway. Not all as are vagrant as they, mind you. Ingurrian is just misunderstood alot and Ixij, when you get to know her, is rather much more charming like you milady." ::As he takes Cassi's hand and lightly kisses her palm, before letting go and sitting close to the fire, setting his book down upon his lap.:: "So, what brings all of you out into this empty valley on such a brittle cold evening?" Ignoring the fact that the boy is not talking to her, she speaks to him, "Disciples? Disciples of what, or who? I would think that if he were a little more cordial upon first meeting, then he would be less likely to be 'misunderstood'. I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name." ::He denoted Kelandra saddened demeanor, but would not enforce something painful to her, and then he looked to Mishrona, as he tilted his head slightly to the side almost amazed she's never heard of them.:: "You've never heard of the Disciples?? Really?" ::He grabbed his book as he opened it flipping through the pages until he found a chapter designated entirely for them.:: :;He then began to tell the story... "In stories long since forgotten to the hands of time there was a castle that rested nestled on the highest peak of the Dwanen Mountains. This place was not riddled with secrecy and beauty but it was also a truly sacred place that was home to an old and extremely wise Sage. You see, fellow traveler, within this castle was the Temple of Crystal Dreams and the Historian, if you will, for all that is this world we thrive in. Some believe the Sage, as well as his domain existed before the Pixies began to flourish. He could tell amazing tales of times before any recorded existence but upon the first arrival of Queen Silvernarion, it is said that he had already foreseen all the troubles that would befall the lands. Within his temple he gathered together his most loyal of subjects and forged the table of the Disciples. The Sage’s sole intention was to protect this planet and his world by any means necessary and no matter who it might have been that threatened his peaceful world. Unbeknownst to even his own Disciples, that darkest of evil alliance were being formed right beneath his very home. These 21 Disciples swore to protect, not only this world, but this castle, their home, with their very lives. Touched by their devotion and loyalty, he bestowed certain powers amongst them and ordered them off into the world to cleanse the evil. These Disciples set out to find the worthy heroes of every race, tribe, culture, and lifestyle to help preserve this planet. The Disciples, somehow, remained unknown throughout the histories of the world, though they were there; present and accounted for in every last skirmish and war. They battled the harpies and even the hordes of Lord Pythonian right up until his sudden disappearance. Who truly knows; it might have just been one of these men who finally found a way to banish him. It was shortly after Pythonian’s sudden disappearance that the Disciples, also, disappeared. While their whereabouts remained unknown for centuries, I can assure you they do still truly exist. Ever watching over the Sage’s World, ever vigilant in protecting both Brombear and the planet itself, and never faltering in their oath and sworn promise to maintain the peace and order if evil should ever find a way to rise once again…" ::He took a moment as he looked up from his book.:: "More recently, however, this castle was devastated by a sudden and massive invasion from the demons.. The Disciples, backed into a corner, tried to get the Great Sage to flee.. but he would not, and instead..he gave them one last order, before he simply vanished before there very eyes.." "I have heard this story countless times, but as I said I keep my distance. My kind is a peaceful one. We keep to the shadows and show ourselves when it is necessary.We are good allies and fierce protectors." Kelandra got up and looked at the odd group sitting aroud the fire. "It was nice making your acquaintance, all of you but it will be light soon, and so I will take my leave. If ever you need me just call out my name and I will be there, for I am always here among the trees.Goodnight to you all until we meet again" "Goodnight and sweetdreams Kelendra." "and to you to Garisse." |
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"What brings you to this place Mishrona?""What is it that you seek?" "Trick questions no doubt." she smiles a little and almost giggles. "I have simply come in search of what I have not. What things I don't have and what things I have not done. I am simply a seeker of adventure. What about you?" |
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::He watches Kelandra leave, though says nothing really, he just looks down afterwards and can only ponder how she knew this story when its never left their library and has never been truly heard by ears outside his home. Was.. she from there too? He shook his head and looked up to the returning Mishrona, as he regained that bright smile.:: "Feeling refreshed?" Kelandra sensed his thoughts but said nothing. This story was told to her many centuries ago by a Disciple she had befriended,and once loved and lost to the spirit world.The memory of which will be always buried in the darkest depts of her mind. |
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"What brings you to this place Mishrona?""What is it that you seek?" "Trick questions no doubt." she smiles a little and almost giggles. "I have simply come in search of what I have not. What things I don't have and what things I have not done. I am simply a seeker of adventure. What about you?" I,also am a seeker of adventure.
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"goodnight, dear Kelandra. It was a true pleasure meeting you." "Night Kelandra. Be well. I pray you call me friend and call on me should have you have the need." " Night to you to, and the same can be said of me." |
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