Rashiar
Frozen Destiny, Part 1 - The view of the Stygian.
I'll gather my horse and meet you at the trail head…
Those were the some of the last words Importance spoke for the length of their journey. His horse trotted slowly along the natural trail in the side of the snow covered mountain, falling just behind Rashiar and Thorious as they rode.
Importance wasn’t normally one for pleasantries, but this evening was different, he was angered and short-tempered… more so then usual, that is. Not to mention, there was plenty on his mind. Importance stared down at his hands, mind left to drift in the silence and frozen winds. It had been so long since he had wielded the arts; the arcane power of magic and fire. Before, it was his life, His goal, to further his knowledge. It was all he had known. He’d go to any lengths to further his cause, and his past very much held true to that.
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Frozen destiny (Outside the cave)
Foggy mist. It was thick. So thick they could not see eachother's faces. So thick they could not see the danger that lurked therein.
Thorious thought, whatever his face looked like now would likely be frozen there for all eternity, even after the rest of his body rotted away. He grinned at his grizzly gest and immediately regretted it as his lips stretched and cracked.
Balls! It was cold! Even for a tough Cimmerian like Thor. He couldn't tell if Rashiar was having any troubles, and Importance looked like a bundle shuffling along the snow. He would be damned if he would say anything before a woman. He would be doubley damned in he said anything before Importance.
Continuation of Frozen Destiny
Importance's face dripped with venom as he saw Thorious approach. Rashiar looked quite uncomfortable standing there with the man.
"Thorious," he spat, "I need to talk to you alone!"
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Ramblings in a Poitainian Spring
I like Tinabula. Power there, and strength behind the smile and occasional giggliness. Perceptive also.
Why pray here rather than the Temple at Fort Conviction?
I looked about the Chapel in Caenna, its old familiarity, the scent of incense still flavoured with Baione flowers as it was when my mother prepared it, for I follow the same recipe.... Safety here, calmness. A place that has always been. For much as I strive to build Invicta's new home strong, there is a nagging fear that perhaps it will go the way of Fort Invicta
Frozen Destiny
Reverie on a wedding, a battle and a kidnapping
Focus.
*Giggles*
I recall how often Hroth says that to Terri. But it is true.... I should focus on these stitches. Here as I wait for my love to awaken. Sitting and trying to sew the neatest of stitches for a gown I shall wear on that day Relius wishes me to be his Queen. But my talents lie with cooking and baking, distilling and the mystical properties of herbs and roots as they both transform taste and cure or protect.
Ah, protection... I wove a wedding wreath of myrtle for Hroth, with the love of a sister in it. And all the many sweet-smelling flowers in Terri's chaplet were there to enhance the love of that day and protect her.
*The hem drops to her lap as she gazes at the swallows darting beyond the window, up betimes as she is. Falling into reverie*
They needed that protection ...though Aurelius had it all well in hand, as always.
Conflicted Loyalties (Pt 1)
Awareness came slowly, as he awoke from his slumber and his senses gave their jumbled report about the world around him. The sleep sand was thick in his eyes and he lifted a hand to wipe it away. He became aware of the chill in the early morning air as it kissed his naked form and the warmth of the woman against him; her head resting on his chest, the bangs of her hair teasing his skin, her leg entwined with his, her arm across his waist, her entire posture even in sleep, staking a silent claim that he couldn’t argue. The soft smell of her perfume lingered as she still slept, silently.
Broken Soul.
Anrielle smiled as she watched him. The sun was bright and beaming, setting the sand ablaze as it caught the rays. Small beads of salt water glistened along his back as he searched the shallows for fish. Laughing, he turns to her. “Are ye gonna help me or ye gonna sit ‘n sun yerself all day?” Smiling, Anrielle walks out to the shoals and leans over, scanning the water. As she does so, she sees movement from the corner of her eye. Not able to straighten up in time, she topples over as Brute tackles her. They land in a tangled heap, swallowing no small amount of water in the process. Dripping wet, she pushes at him and tries to get up, giggling all the while as he grins wickedly. He let
