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Post by Zeffa! on Sept 21, 2006 14:30:53 GMT -8
The sun rose and the sky seemed to bleed, the red lit morning spoke of an ill omen in the future... and yet the world was unprepared for it, for spirits were already low, and the best of times seemed to fade into the quiet, composed mourning that made even the crimson sky seem but a bleak, lightless world. Autumn arrived, and the chill winds of winter were already making their way toward the land. The Leaves on the trees fell one by one, in colorful blazes, like embers falling from a flame. The days grew shorter, and the sun colder, it would be a hard winter indeed. "Thing's are going to be much different around here," Magus said, his eyes held low, tracing the lines on the floorboards. They brought so much livliness and cheer around when they came. Their presence felt like something dear and vital was missing.. a hole that didn't seem to be able to be filled quite as full as before. "Rikimaru..vincent.." Magus muttered, his eyes still darkened. "Khorg and Tesshu" this came from Tuck, who sat beside the cluster of friends, outside the good times tavern. "Liao and Djinn" Gimblefyre stood upon the swinging wooden sign above the door to the tavern. "Things change.. the winds turn cold and the tides return back to the murky depths from which they came... But it is not always such. Though their absence will be sorely missed, we cannot lose ourselves in despair and succumb to the darkened world around us. They would want us to be strong, to not mourn their presence, but to honor them for what they have done to influence our lives and to keep their spirits alive in our memories."
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Post by hamstermuncher on Sept 21, 2006 14:39:34 GMT -8
Friedrick clumped over, feeling the bitterness of the day. He sat down heavily. "I scarcely knew them. Tell me about them."
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Post by Raiku on Sept 21, 2006 15:56:30 GMT -8
Raiku lifted his head, sneering at Friedrick. He never thought about it before, how he could explain just who they were, and the kind of impact thier absence would have. It was certainly one of those eye-opening moments, anything, and everything can come to an end at any moment. Wishing he had spent more time with them (despite his reputation) he stared at the floor once more. "They were allies." Came his answer, thinking that something that simple would suffice.
Raiku left his corner, pacing slowly towards Magus, and leaning against the bar beside him. Things never did cool down between the two, but times like this forced friendships where only enemies dwelled before. Forcing a smile, "Let us not forget, cold as the wind may be, it is only wind. Times such as this will pass. Sadness and pain is a temporary illness."
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Post by Zeffa! on Sept 22, 2006 7:05:39 GMT -8
"But Winter is coming, and things will only get colder here." Magus replied. "I'm not the best one to tell about other's merits... I'm sure there are others here who could tell you entire day's worth of stories about the heroics of him and his friends...But a goood man e was, none the less, they all were. Whether saving one from the strange shadows that crept towards our home, or saving someone from an eternal life of solitude. Things were simply brighter with them around." Magus peered to the south...
Tuck glanced at the newest addition to the tavern, and sighed. The one he had helped build alongside them, and made... a sort of friendship with the strangest one of them.
Gimblefyre too was feeling the gloom, but moreso he was feeling the cold. His little body, generally hardly clothed as it was, did not stand well to winter chills. He flew over to nestle into Tuck's extravagant hair. "It's too cold far me here, mebbe I'll fly sooth like the wingly beasties..."gimble thought aloud.
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Post by Thistle on Sept 22, 2006 14:39:05 GMT -8
"Well," Thistle piped up sitting on Friedrick's shoulder. "They were quite funny people. In a good way of course. They would play games with me, they would go on adventures with me, they loved my pudding. If you got them angry though, whew, they could rip you apart with their minds."
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Post by Dark Beauty on Sept 23, 2006 18:38:56 GMT -8
Dark was sitting in a corner of the tavern, staring into nothingness. Her cerulean blue eyes held within them a deep sadness... the kind that would never go away. The kind that made one want to cry. Inhuman agony... the kind that only an immortal would know. A part of her soul was gone; it would never be returned. She should cry... but she could not. It would not happen. They had disappeared on them... nobody knew where they had gone. Nobody would ever know. She had searched with her mind for her husband and his friends, but to no avail. Life was nothing. Her life meant nothing. Only the twins kept her living now. They were now seventeen years old, and Tai was looking like a dark-haired clone of his father. That was enough to break her heart every time she looked at her son. Rikimaru was gone. Life would never be the same again.
Chyenne had taken to sobbing in her room. Tesshu had disappeared, and they had been engaged. Destined to be married. Now she would never be bound to him in that ritual that she did not quite understand, but that she wished to be part of anyway. She had been locked away for two days. She would not eat. She would not sleep. She would not speak. The only thing she would do was sob and stare out of her window at the forest not too far away from the building. Life would never be the same again.
Shivelle had not known the others very well, but seeing Mistress Dark in pain was very hard for her to handle. Master Rikimaru had been a charming man; a protector, a kind and loving man. He had been there for Mistress Dark through everything. And Master Tesshu had been the one thing for Chyenne that kept her from being so... well... Dryadish. Liao was gone, taking with him his usual pranks. Though the vampiress had hated them, she now found that she missed them slightly. But the one thing that really got to the dark woman was the seeming meloncholy that had come over Magus. She had never really seen him care about anyone else. Seeing him sad was difficult for her... almost as difficult as seeing Mistress Dark upset. Shivelle shifted her weight uncomfortably in her shadowed corner of the room. She was behind Magus and Raiku... not sure of what to do.
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Post by Thistle on Sept 23, 2006 20:36:57 GMT -8
Tion entered and gave a wan smile to everyone. He would miss them but right now he needed to do something. He slowly walked over to Dark and laid a hand on her shoulder.
"Dark could I... well I want to know she's alright. I need to see her. Could you take me to her room?" He knew the sorceress would know who he was talking about. Getting Dark to show him to her room would be the relatively easy part. Convincing Chyenne to let him in was going to be the difficult part he was sure.
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Post by Dark Beauty on Sept 23, 2006 20:57:04 GMT -8
Dark was only able to move her head to look at the boy in an unseeing stare. Finally, she nodded and stood. Wordlessly, she took the karath's hand in her own, squeezing it perhaps a bit too tightly, and took him up two flights of stairs; the new third story was where the personal living quarters were. She stopped in front of Chyenne's room and released Tion's hand. Her beautiful face was miserably blank as she motioned toward the door. She was not going to do anything. She could not do anything. She knew what Chyenne was feeling. In her misted mind, she found herself wishing him luck. Without so much as a word or a usual encouraging smile, Dark turned and went back a few more steps to the room that she and her husband used to share. Closing the door behind her, she stopped and stared at the bed. Just stared. Then sank to her knees and sobbed.
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Post by Thistle on Sept 23, 2006 21:12:41 GMT -8
Tion took a few deep breaths and released them then he held up his hand and knocked on the door.
"Umm Chyenne it me Tion." He paused for a moment then continued. "I would like to come in if that's alright...ya I can wait outside too. We all miss you so you should come and visit sometime. You could come and eat breakfast with us or something." He grimaced as the last statement dripped with perky enthusiasm. Sighing he leaned his head against the door. "Look I need to know you are alright. It's killing me seeing both you and Dark this way. We'll help you through this if you let us. So please just let me in. Please."
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Thistle chewed her bottom lip. She didn't know what to do. Dark wouldn't speak, she barely ate, It was tearing the pixie apart inside. She had to pull through. If Dark didn't pull through bad things would happen. Twins would be orphaned, insanity would ensue because there would be no more wisdom, Thistle herself would probably deteriorate just like her friend. No She thought I would go out with a bang. Maybe sit in my grapefruit, cut the string and fall to my death. What am I doing? I'm planning my own death! This atmosphere needs to lighten up or I will go insane. Grabbing her hair the pixie gave a muffled scream and fell face first off of Friedrick's shoulder and onto the counter.
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Post by Zeffa! on Sept 24, 2006 16:45:01 GMT -8
"...It seems that our unity slowly drifts apart. .Perhaps I have stayed too long in this place.." Magus said, peering to the sea to the west. He'd long since given up hope on ever finding her. Perhaps that was why he had overstayed his welcome here. Was it mourning, or pity for himself..? Or had he found something.
Magus took a look around at the sorrowful sight they were all in. No... There was nothing here for him. Perhaps once, but no longer. Vincent mattered to her... she wouldn't... " And so the wind comes and scatters us like the autumn leaves. I have overstayed my welcome as well," The blue-haired mage announced, turning his head enough so that he could see Shivelle in the corner of his eye. His gloom would not be missed, and Dark didn't need him around... It seemed to him that they did not get along, and he didn't want to cause her any more grief, if she could even recover from this blow. "I..I'll leave tomorrow."
(( and so, I have the hook!))
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Post by Thistle on Sept 24, 2006 17:00:18 GMT -8
Melody came out of the kitchen in time to hear about Magus leaving. It interested her. With all the grief going around she felt useless. True she was terrified of the mage but she wanted to explore more. She was feeling a little restless. "Wh-where will you go?"
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Post by Zeffa! on Sept 24, 2006 17:15:35 GMT -8
The mage at this time, did not give off his usual aura of threatening intimidation. He seemed, like many of the others, saddened and without hope. "There's a ship I bought after we discovered the dragon's hoard. I had found someone who wanted to sell their ship. It was called the "god of fortune," but I renamed it "Epoch," I plan to use it and continue searching the world."
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Post by Thistle on Sept 24, 2006 17:51:49 GMT -8
Melody felt a stab of longing in her heart. "You go across ze sea?" She hesitated a moment before asking. "May I come wiz you? I will not bozer you! I wish to see my home and explore."
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Post by hamstermuncher on Sept 24, 2006 18:34:05 GMT -8
Pukk looked up from the corner he had been crouching in. He had only been at the tavern a few days, but the heavy atmosphere was too much for him to bear. This idea of escape interested him, and he moved closer. "I am more used to ships of space," he ventured, "but I am sure I could be useful. May I join you?" he asked, his tail curling tentatively around him.
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Post by Dark Beauty on Sept 25, 2006 18:57:56 GMT -8
Shivelle's eyes had widened at the sound of the mage's announcement. Leaving? Why? What "stay"? He had always been here... at least, as long as she could remember. The sea? What was this place? "Excuse me... what is this 'sea' that you speak of? A ship? I know nothing of these things... will you return?"
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There was no noise from the door of Chyenne's room.... until soft footfalls made their way to the door. The wooden frame opened to show a terrible sight: Chyenne was whiter than ever. Lack of sleep and food had left her sickly, and her face was tight. Her hair, once full of life, was flattened, its curls looking bodiless. She was a picture of utter misery. She did not speak. She simply looked at the karath with haunted emerald eyes.
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