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Thread: For Whom the Darkness Parts [Med/Fant roleplay. Accepting]

As you wish, good sir. Sal sketched a bow, and turned to leave. He paused only to drop a few coins to the innkeeper, asking him to take care of the strange man in black and his raven, and then he left. Out in the dark street, Sal melted into the shadows as if he was one himself, not because he was particularly trying to, but just because that's how he was. In the street, the odd tickling sensation in his mind eased, and he wondered if that had been Vincent, using his magic to try and read Sal's mind. Even before the Gift, Sal had been good at hiding his thoughts and memories he'd searched the wilderness once in the far-off land of Wo and paid a princely sum to the mental magicians he found there in a secret kingdom to teach him mind techniques to hide his true thoughts and motivations, which he used habitually. Now, however, with Secretive Severn's particular blessings, he didn't seem to need those anymore. Not that he could really stop the habit he'd cultivated over a decade, but it was reassuring to think he probably didn't need it any longer. He definitely felt mystical eyes on his back as he strode from the inn, and recognized the sensation of Vincent's magic, but soon it faded. Another sense of his, now, a benefit of Severn's habitual paranoia. Such a sensible God, Severn... Sal made his way through the Lower City, to all the places that never closed for the night, murmuring a few words to a bartender here, slipping a few coins to a street vendor there, buying some city guards some drinks in yet another place. He asked about certain people, certain names, certain descriptions. He listened to what news there was, and promised further compensation for better data. He canvassed the city, putting out the word that he was looking for certain leads. This was not unusual people were looking for other people all the time. And he was occasionally known amongst his contacts for looking for leads. The only difference was how widely he was casting his net. As the night began to lighten toward dawn, he strode back toward the inn he started from, feeling almost human again. Of course, he wasn't, not anymore. The Gifts of the gods had changed him they were natural powers, now, and he was never to be a normal human again. Still, he knew what felt normal, and he was adjusting to his new status, normalizing. He only hoped the others would come to grips with their new abilites as quickly as he had. He had no specific data, but he had a bad feeling that they'd need their wits about them, possibly sooner than he'd be comfortable with...
Thread: For Whom the Darkness Parts [Med/Fant roleplay. Accepting]

Ceej headed torwards an inn nearby the entrance that could support his rather cheap needs, which turned out to be more like mats of bedding in small shacks. With his door closed and the hammer book stave next to his mat, Conahoy Jackson lays down on the bedding, feeling it poke through his robes as he tries to sleep, his eyes not even close to being heavy though his body urging for rest. Come on... go to sleep already... he says to himself, his legs tingling as if he was just running twice as fast for an hour straight. A few minutes after resting, he checks his money pouch which he keeps around his neck and under his heavy robes, seeing that he only has a few gold coins with a pair of coppers leftover from paying for the room. He holds up one of the copper coins and feels it stiffen against his fingers when it gets tired. Huh? he asks himself as he noticed a flash along the green strip of ink on his arm, letting go of the copper piece to see it slowly slide down in the air. ... well this just might get worse... he says to himself before catching the coin a minute later, feeling whatever caused it to slow down suddenly fade off.
Thread: For Whom the Darkness Parts [Med/Fant roleplay. Accepting]

Come the dawn, it was time to survey the local inns. He started at the ones near the gates, the busiest ones with the most variety of traffic. He went round back of each one, where the day staff congregated around dawn, starting preparations for the guest's breakfasts. He asked each of them who was sleeping there, if anyone matched the descriptions he could give. He went through the five closest to the southwest gate into the Lower City, then beat feet to the full-south gate. He wanted to check as many as he could before all the guests got moving and he missed his opportunity to find them at rest. Third one in from the south gate, he found a nibble. A gold piece worth nearly a month's wages to the kitchen help got him access to the inn before it opened its doors to the public again, and silently he stole up to a closed door. He knew this inn these cheap rooms were more like closets with straw mats, and not thick ones at that. He listened carefully at the door, hearing... Good Gods, he could hear breathing, maybe even a heartbeat through the closed door. Remarkable. Someone was in there and they seemed awake. He knocked gently, using the name attached to the description the staff confirmed. Mister Jackson? Good priest Jackson? My name is Salazaar. I believe I may be able to answer some questions you might have at this point.
Thread: For Whom the Darkness Parts [Med/Fant roleplay. Accepting]

Ceej was still awake, and the knock made him look to the door slowly, his gaze hazy for a few seconds before seeming to glow red for a few seconds. You must be the thread which connected to mine, He calls out, knowing that the figure pulled one of the threads to meet his grey dyed cloth on the table. Though what makes you believe that I have questions? Conahoy stands from the mattress, his stave in hand before stepping to the door, his hand resting on the bar. With a click of a latch and the bar lifted, Jackson opens the door and steps out, his hand running down the middle of his opened book before the straw that stuck to his robes slowly pull out and fall to the ground in their light fluttering. I came here with well enough knowledge to support my own motivation, I do not require anything more. He looks to his visitor and tilts his head. I thought you would have been a little shorter though... says the barely 18 year old priest of balance, definately making both a joke for the fun of it.
Thread: For Whom the Darkness Parts [Med/Fant roleplay. Accepting]

Sal quirked an eyebrow up at the younger man less than half his age, Good Gods.... Much shorter and I could have made my living in a traveling circus, Mister Jackson. And I'm uncertain of what 'threads' you speak of, but I can surmise the metaphor. I know you have been Chosen, Mister Jackson. I know a God must have appeared to you by now, perhaps set you in motion to come here, perhaps gave you a Gift or two already? One of the Gifts I was given was knowledge of the other Chosen Ones, and it has therefore fallen to me to gather everyone together. I would like to ask you to come with me, right now. I have paid well for your lodging, and I can offer you, well, much more comfortable surroundings, at any rate. Would you be willing? one way or another, they will eventually be away from prying ears, and that's when Sal will get a bit more detailed Mister Jackson... may I call you Conahoy? I have no doubt that you must be dealing with some strange reactions. Your new patron God or Goddess has Gifted you with some unique abilities, no doubt. Thanks to the brief peek I was given at the plots and plans of the Gods in this situation, I have some idea of what we may be preparing for. It's likely between the two of us, and the others I have and will be contacting, we can discover and master our new abilities in the course of pursuing our ultimate goal. Has... that goal been shared with you, as yet?
Thread: For Whom the Darkness Parts [Med/Fant roleplay. Accepting]

He remained as quiet and attentive as he could, though when asked the question he faked as if he was reading through his book and looking for a specific page before looking up. Huh? Oh I've been told of such things, but everyone has their own gifts granted by the gods, yet those same gifts just might end up being as equal to a curse to themselves, he slightly preaches, not yet noticing the irony of his words. Yes I know of such things, and have achieved such a peak at what the future holds in store. Belakai has given me such things as well, though being both a rationalist as well as bender of realities he hasn't divulged exactly what I can manage yet... he says and holds up his left hand, the appearance of the ribbon trio of tattoos starting at his wrist and hand before dissapearing under his sleave. I'm meant to do two things, one personal yet a favor, and the other for what maybe be the price to pay for a darkened past... Ceej says and closes the stave before shouldering the hammer-like weapon onto his shoulder, the dull grey gem gleaming slightly in the light provided. I'll help with the journey of you and the others, even if I'm to sacrafice myself into such an endevour. With a smile he looks to the man who has visited him. Feel free to call me Ceej, tis an alias that is more appropriate to others outside of the cloth.
Thread: For Whom the Darkness Parts [Med/Fant roleplay. Accepting]

As you wish, Mister Ceej. We are on our way to a nicer inn. I may have more private quarters come sundown. The others I have found so far are Mister Vincent, a mage of excellent skill and some renown, and Miss Lucrecia, a warrior of note. I have found she is a mercenary of reasonable repute, and while she refuses to follow the path we have all been given on her own, I believe my offer to hire her for the duration will be accepted. I have seen a fraction of the plan, you see, the design in which our various threads are woven together, to borrow your metaphor. And I have seen the consequences of our failure, or at least what the Gods believe will be the consequences, and I, as a mortal, have little cause to doubt them. What they haven't told me, maddeningly, is how they expect us to prevail. And, unless we can all pull together in the same direction, I fear we cannot. And that... He shuddered. Death, ruin, unimaginable horror, all crammed into his brain like twenty pounds of nightmare in a ten pound dream. It was probably good that he didn't need to sleep. I'm not asking that you lead the group, Mister Ceej. But you appear to have some idea of what needs to be done, some vague commitment to the plan. I merely ask that you help me in trying to get everyone traveling the same direction. Because trust me, there is absolutely nothing balanced about the way things will turn out if we do nothing. Ah, here we are, that green door up ahead.
Thread: Rain, rain...

Ever had an anime that just made you wanna cry? Something so dramatic and heart-wrenching happens to a character that you've come to care for and you just wanna scream! Peacemaker Kurogane did that when I watched it about a year ago. Now I found a video of the series that just makes me remember all those horrible and saddening feelings I had when watching it. youtube listulistu
Thread: Torn in between. [Zennarion & Covert]

It was a solemn night in the Kingdom of Elsinore. Stars dotted along the sky, the moon shown confidently into the night. People flooded the streets, stopping buy stands to buy things whether it to be to eat, articles of clothing, toys for children, or accessories. There were stages along the street, people performing trick that impressed other, dancing, music, the boisterous laugh from people watching a joker. She was aware she wasn't supposed to grow to caught up in the festival. Trista gazed deeply at the curtain before her, deep in though obviously and remaining still. She was mere moments away from performing a dance, something she often did almost every year since she was 13, now she was 21. Her blue hues contained a mixture of violet, a color she was fond of though had no relation to why she had such eye color. Perhaps the fact because she was a sorceress, and had magic coursing through her veins. Though that was no big deal at the moment. Within the kingdom of Elsinore, all the cities celebrated today, for the king's birthday and the establishment of the city, quite a coincidence. Her inky black hair was brought up into a half pony-tail style, clothing consisted of a lilac colored tube top, along with a matching colored skirt. She also wore a large gold necklace, along with a choker necklace and earrings to match her attire. Her choice of dance was more... exotic then the form of dance you would see at balls. She was obviously different from most women. Trista preferred pants over skirts and dresses Though the festival was an exception, fighting rather then learning how to walk properly. Though that didn't mean she was mannered, and of course, was polite to other. Those were just her choice in preference, despite many frowning upon her way of living. The young woman was skilled in dancing, and being a sorceress.
Thread: Torn in between. [Zennarion & Covert]

Tyler sighed softly as he walked between all of the stages, he knew that today was the kings birthday, but he still hadn't got a place to sleep for the night. He stopped in front of a scene, and then looked up at a 'magician'. Eventhough Tyler could see that he wasn't a real magician. He was a fake, like most of the other ones here who tried to use magic. He let out a soft sigh, before he then then looked up at the sky, why had he been so unlucky to get here tonight? So far he hadn't seen any open inn's. Luckily his dragon wasn't here, because if it was, it would either scare all of the villagers away, or it would attract all the villagers attention, which he didn't want. Tyler had been a dragon rider since he was 13 years old, it had been 9 years since the egg had hatched. 9 years, since Flame chose him to be his rider. At first he had no idea what it mean to be a dragon rider, but now he had, he knew almost everything about being a dragon rider now, but he had to keep it a secret to most people. He looked down at the sword he had hanging by his side, most of the people in this village would just think that he was a guard or something like that, but that would be until he pulled the blade out of the sheathe, so that they could see the blood red blade. It wasn't blood that was on his sword, the blood red color was its natural color, and he was proud of it. He had made it that color, because then it would match the color of his dragons scales. Tyler let out another sigh, before he then continued walking. There was a little too many people out here right now, thats why he would prefer to find a place to sleep fast. He suddenly stopped as he felt something. A sorceress, here? He could feel that this one was real, but he still didn't know if he could trust her. He slowly started walking towards the stage where she was supposed to be. He didn't know why he went over there, but he just did, something told him that he could trust her. He stopped as he reached the scene and then looked up at it. He stood in front of all the people. He didn't care about what the people said to him. He just had to see this, no matter what.
Thread: Torn in between. [Zennarion & Covert]

She gazed at the thick curtain before her, the chattering of people very evident to her. She closed her eyes, poised her hands elegantly above her. The sound of music reached her ear, and as if on cue, the curtains parted, revealing the dark stage and the woman that was on it. She slowly began to advance forward, but not like walking. She swayed to the side, her step falling further complicated then just walking. Then she stopped when the music did, once it started up again, so did she. This time, the music began to fall faster to a quicker pace, which signaled she need to speed up her movements as well. So she did, her dance and steps intricate yet elegant and exotic. Her body easily flowed with the sound of music, yet no essence of magic leaked into her dance. Her eyes gazed out into the crowd as she did, a smirk threatening to tug at the edges of her lips as she moved expertly across the wooden floored stage.
Thread: Torn in between. [Zennarion & Covert]

He smiled a bit as he saw the dancer on the stage, there was no doubt about it, this was her, the sorceress he had been looking for her. He just stood there and looked up at her, wondering if she had felt that he wasn't like the other people in the crowd. Once she was done dancing he would go backstage and talk with her. He just hoped that she had a place to sleep, and maube if he was lucky, she could get him a place to sleep as well. He could pay for it if she wanted him to. Money wasn't a thing that he needed, since most people paid him very well when he completed a mission for them. He gave her a slight smile, before he then slowly moved out of the crowd. He then slowly headed towards the back of the stage, he knew that he could take his time, since she was up at the stage. He would be able to hear when she was done dancing, and he couldn't hear anything yet, which meant that she was still dancing. Once he got backstage he leaned against the wall, and just waited for her to get back.
Thread: Torn in between. [Zennarion & Covert]

Her dance had easily seemed to entrance the crowd. Her movements swift, her body arching and drawing back with each individual movement. She finally stopped as did the music, her body still as she breathed rather heavily, the crowd erupting into an applause. She smiled, boing before turning and moving off the stage. Trista admitted she felt rather proud of herself. She headed of the stage, managing through the small throng of people behind the stage towards her tent, where she would change and relax for a bit.
Thread: Torn in between. [Zennarion & Covert]

Tyler hadn't been expecting people to walk backstage as well. It annoyed him quite a bit, but he just let out a sigh, before he then followed her towards the tent. He stopped once he stood out site, and then looked up at the sky, before he then looked back at the tent Excuse me.... Miss.... Can i talk with you? He then asked her, while he looked at the tent. He didn't know if she had any house or something like that near by, but if she didn't, then she wouldn hopefully let him sleep, here in this tent. If she didn't, he would probably have to sleep outside, on the ground.
Thread: Torn in between. [Zennarion & Covert]

Trista had managed her way through the backstage, a calm expression on her face as she made her way to her tent. But just as she reached to open the flap, she heard someone speak. The man's voice could have been directed to someone else, but Trista turned around regardless. She arched a brow at the man, noting he was quite handsome... She cleared the thought from her head, before looking up at him, smiling slightly. Yes, may I help you? she asked curiously.
Thread: Torn in between. [Zennarion & Covert]

Yes.... I have a question for you.... It is right what i felt.... That you are a sorceress.... Right? He then asked her with a slight smile, while he looked into her eyes. And then i also wanted to ask you if you maybe had a place where i could sleep tonight... I can't get a room in any of the inns..... And i don't wanna sleep outside. I'll pay you for it, if its money you need He then added, with a slight smile upon his lips.
Thread: Torn in between. [Zennarion & Covert]

Trista arched a brow at him mentioning she was a sorceress. Well, it was true, but how did he know? She didn't bother to respond to that question verbally, and merely just nodded to it. She was surprised by his second question, parting her lips in hesitation. She seemed to be debating what he asked, until she finally gave in. Very well, you may stay at my home, it is on the outskirts of town. She paused before asking, Do you wish to already retire to my house, or would you like to still remain outside? she asked. Part of her did want to enjoy the festival more...
Thread: Torn in between. [Zennarion & Covert]

He smiled a bit a bit at this question No.... I'll just follow you around, until you want to go home... He then told her, giving her a slight smile. Anyways.... How do you want me to pay you? He then asked her, while he looked at her. Gold... Or something else? He then asked her, while he watched her. He then stepped aside, so that she could get out of the tent if she wanted to. He would just follow her until she decided that it was time to go to bed.
Thread: Torn in between. [Zennarion & Covert]

She nodded, relieved that he had agreed to follow her. She shrugged when he mentioned how should she be paid. The only real idea of pay was gold... in her mind that is. She sighed, easing into her tent, motioning for him to stay outside while she changed. Yes, gold will be fine, she replied before changing into a violet colored, silky dress. She walked out, her hair falling down her shoulders to her shoulder blades and curling even. She smiled slightly at the man, What would your name be, sir? she asked.
Thread: Torn in between. [Zennarion & Covert]

My name is Tyler... He told her, and then bowed slightly for her. And what might your name be miss? He then asked her, while he looked down into her eyes. God she was beautiful in that dress. He didn't mention it, and he just hoped that it wouldn't be too easy to see it on his face. How much gold do you want for one night? He then asked her. He would probably pay her, no matter how much she wanted, but he just wanted to hear her price.
Thread: Torn in between. [Zennarion & Covert]

She gazed at the young man before her, a smile on her lips. She admitted faintly that she felt rather giddy for some reason... though merely tried to place it off. My name is Trista, pleased to meet you Tyler, she replied with a broad smile. When the matter of how much he should pay, this made her ponder a bit at how much she should be charging. I'll cook meals for you... so twenty silver pieces should do, she informed with a nod. The stage director passed by, smiling and congratulating Trista for her performance before handing her her money.
Thread: Torn in between. [Zennarion & Covert]

Its nice to meet you Trista He then told her, and gave her a small bow, before he then found 40 silver pieces for her Here you go... He then told her. And yes.... I know that there are 40.... You can take the extra silver i gave you as a gift from me... He then told her, with a slight smile. Anyways... Lets go... He then told her, as he just waited for her to lead the way. Tyler would just follow her around, for the rest of the night, until she decided to go home.
Thread: Torn in between. [Zennarion & Covert]

Trista smiled at him, surprised he chose to be paying now, and double then what she asked for. Her eyes widened a bit, and she didn't want to accept extra, but she needed too... her house was in need of better furnishing since it was rather bare. Yet, she thanked Tyler deeply, and with much gratitude. It's very kind of you... she whispered, before she nodded upon them needing to go. Very well, let us be off, she insisted before leading the way towards the festival. She had far from intended on leaving to home so quick, wanting to spend time with Tyler. First she brought him to a place to eat before they set off to attend to several stands. What do you work at? she asked.
Thread: Torn in between. [Zennarion & Covert]

He rubbed his back head a bit as he heard this question Uhm.... Why do you ask? He asked her. He could either chose to lie to her, or he could tell her the truth. He let out a soft sigh Im a dragon rider He then whispered into her ear. But please don't tell anyone.... I don't want a lot of attention... He then added, while he looked at her. You see.... A lot of people wants a dragon riders help.... But im too tired to help a lot of people right now He told her in a whisper. He looked around to see if anybody had heard what he had just said. Luckily it didn't look like that.