Thread: Lynnira, Last Daughter.

A Bidding It was his first wish. Ah, my queen, before you learn the location of your brothers, you must find information.. and do me a few favors. Do you understand what I say? Lynnira nodded, she was in the town again, her face neutral, a lack of emotion evident. There was no need now. As she walked her heels clicked together. Now he could see her, feel her, hear her and everything around her as she walked. Anywhere she went. Do those walls look weak to you? The ones guarding the castle? Shaking her head she walked to the guards at the gate leading to here he had mentioned. With your new power you could make them crumble. The men glanced at her, Lynnira was no longer the pitiful elf that had been laying in the mud on that raining night. She was adorned in the armor of her people.. though.. with a few extra's. The skin tight plate mail had a magical illusion over it, causing it to be white and pure looking. The embalum was drawn over her chest, the human male's eyes widened in surprise. Hushed they sent one to enter the city and rush to their ruler. She halted before them, her face hidden under a mask, the slight glow of her eyes all that gave her away. The illusion caused her armor to seem dented, bloodied and war-torn. I require entrance to your keep. Her melodlic voice whispered. The human male had to have been at least surprised, the death god laughed in her ear, I wish I could give you the power to read minds, to see what things he wished he could do to you. You know you strike men's hearts with wild passion, do you not? Lynnira shrugged slightly, mentally, knowing he'd know. The guard asked her to wait for word from their rule. She nodded and stepped of to the side, letting merchants continue their way into the city. The Death God whispered sweet words into her mind, speaking of her brothers well being, how she would be once she had them back and all of the like. The Death god, her new lover, the self proclaimed ruler of the earth gave her a brief but helpful explaination of himself and the creation of the world, when she had lain in his arms, if not loosely. Your world was my creation, did you know that my queen? It was my idea. He spoke, spinning some of her hair around his pale fingers. Us gods spoke, my brothers, sisters, parents, uncles, aunts, cousins.. and we decided we needed another play thing. You see, there are more worlds then this out there. We counciled that we would let the youngest generation of us create one, to teach us. But, unlike our parents thought, it flourished. He touched her face, the lines decaying but re-knitting the skin back together. His touch was deadly, but she was unkillable. First, we created the oceans, then land, we all picked roles and there was no fight. Like our parents before us, we divided into three 'factions' of sorts. 'Pure, 'Neutral' and 'Corrupt'. Each god-- and there are nine of us-- created a race. His lips touched her ears, nipping the tips of her ears, causing them to bleed, but the skin grew back to quickly. Can you guess which race I created.. my queen? Pausing for a moment, she admired his strong, pale... but deadly features. ... Wraith...? The Wraith were a deadly race, demonic things they were. They were shape shifters, many taking the form of attractive men and women, Incubi and Sucubi. Wraith were undead magi casters, they had been difficult foes when she was training. Wraith were floating robed people, their faces and hands skeletal. They were cunning and deciving. The God laughed heartily, You knew that? Amazing, Lindethiel did her work with you Elvish.. Lynnira's face hardened, insulted, he patted her head like a dog, It's not an insult dear, think about it.. there are so many different types of Elvish.. oh, just two on this planet. What was your names again? We are the Air Worshippers... Lind'thielrei. Ah, yes, I'll keep that in mind.. now.. where was I? Ah yes. We each created our race, I made my Dark Warriors, thinking it approprite as that is the meaning of my name in your Language, yes? I thought so. Once our first few races were created, we created minor ones. I'm sure you've figured out that all those plauged with undeath are my followers. Now. We gave you each powers. Your kin use the Light, Nature and other elements like that. Mm? Yes. Thought so.. The Death God shifted away from her, leaving her laying on the bed, her pale body glimmering in the black light. Goosebumps were risen on her skin, the room cold. Morohtar stretched his glamourous body out before her, her eyes tracing every line on him, drinking it in. He soon covered her pale skin up with a robe, smiling softly at the woman. That's enough for now. Dress. You are leaving. Lynnira was rudely awakened by the sound of Armor clanking. Her eyes opened and she peered at the man coming towards her, her head raising slightly, inclining him to speak. Uuh.. we're sorry Ma'am.. but before you are allowed in our keep we must remove all weapons and armor from you. Her eyes narrowed, she grunted. This is how you greet a Paladin of Lind'thielrei? Like a theif--? Be calm, remember your strength, if trouble does arrive you've no need for weapons. You can handle it, trust me. Lynnira sighed, the man had jumped back by her slight outburst. Fine. She shifted, Give me privacy and I shall return to you with my Armor and Weapons. He nodded quickly, turning back. Upset, the girl stepped out into the street, navigating with her heightened sense of hearing, before she stepped into a darkened ally. She removed her armor, her body covered in cloths and furs, a hood falling over her face, covering her eyes. Her thick lips pouted out naturally, her armor was tucked under her arm. Sighing softly, her emotionless posture straightened back to a formal pose, stepping into the crowd of people she was stopped at the gates once more. Placing her armor and weapons into the arms of the Frightened guard. I shall make sure that I get it back. All of it. The guard looked down at it, it was amazingly light but extremely effective. He gulped. Being allowed entrance, Lynnira coninued on her way to the Ruler of the city she was in. It was unknown to her, she had no idea where she was, what continent even. Everything around her was brown and gray, dulled with age, war and rain. The sky was clouded over, but the people in the new area she entered were higher class, they wore fine silks and fancy lace, tunics embroidered with the embalem of their family or trade. The woman quickly approached the keep in the farthest wall of the Plaza. The Plaza had a large fountine in the center, the water looked dirty though, the benches around it were also dirty, looking flimsy and broken. There were few plants about, but nothing could compare to the beauty of her homeland. The Keep had a large staircase leading up, lines of guards, weary and tired stood, watching the stranger approach, but did nothing to stop her. Grasping the length of the hood that fell on her back she tightened it around herself. Her soft soled boots made no noise as she hurried up the step. When you get there.. ask to speak with their Baron. His name is Baron Meuthe. Joshlin Eran Meuthe, actually. But this information is useless for now. See.. I want to know what he knows about the Cult of the Sun. I wish you to seduce him, marry him, find what he knows, then kill him. You've two full moons. Then his voice left her, she felt slightly more alone, like he was truly gone, she knew he was watching her.. but he wanted her to use her new powers then. Swallowing softly, the girl shifted under the cloak, fixing her cloth to show a tad bit more skin where needed. The Keep had two large wooden doors, they were plain, a metal bar on the inside, she could see it through the crack. The Gate Keeper stood stll, staring at her. He was an older man, his hair white with age, skin wrickles around his eyes and mouth. His absurdly large stomach making him stand oddly. Lynnira had never seen so many obese people.. her kin was unable to be obese. I need to speak with your Baron. Why? My business is my own, please open the gate. The other guards have removed my armor and my weapons, do not fret. .. Aye. He turned, waddled over to the side of the gate, yelling something in a harsh voice. Had his accent been less gruff she might've been able to understand, then again her accent was foreigne to him. The doors swung open and the Gate Keeper nodded to the Elf. She stepped deftly into the keep, it was more grand then the outside. Kept clean with servants everywhere, mainly women. They were all elderly, past their expirey. Pillars held up the ceiling, a drape of blue and flowers littered the area. She knew who he'd be. He wanted a son, and all of these women were unable to birth one for him. It was obvious to Lynnira that he was the infertile one, but too stubborn to see that. He was an elder man, not as old as the Gate Keeper, but in his late twenties. His selfish brown eyes locked onto her form, the girl he had sat on his side was shooed away. Lynnira curtseyed to him, and his eyes widened. His hair was a dirty brown, he himself a plain looking man. Greetings Baron. She spoke sweetly, her voice alone gathering his attention. His beady eyes watched her striaghten, looking over her thin waist and curvy hips. Why are you here elf? Lynnira flased him a brilliant smile, putting her hood down, fingers resting on her hips, Well, Baron. Surely you've heard of the attack on my Homeland? Well.. most of us are dead, I've no where to go. I heard rumors you've been looking for women to serve you in your Keep. I decided as I had no where else I go, I might as well help my allies.. She stepped towards him, faintly hearing Morohtar's laugher in her mind. She deftly lifted his hand from it's place on the arm rest of his chair, creaking at his weight, even being slight. Touching her lips to his hand in a formal Elvish greeting she whispered something in her language, translating to 'blessings of music upon thee.' I hope you shant' turn me away. He parted his lips in a greedy smile. My guards took your armor did they? I'll ask them to retrieve it. Would you dine with me, Lady Elf? It'd be my pleasure.listu