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Post by EDM Entori on Dec 14, 2010 2:24:21 GMT -5
Calduil, sat atop the hill in Greatgaunt, silently words ringing in his ears, his mind slowly going over the words again, and again. His shield, his symbol for all that he believed in sat atop his blade, propped up dug into the ground, his bow at his feet, and naught but the stars above for guidance, so he sat and gazed.
“You wear your symbols as a shield, to protect what is within. Your gifts they are all symbols, but I wish to know now what Corellon thinks but your thoughts… would you go without your gifts from him a day to see what you see?” She had asked him, with her clever little smile and intoxicating voice. “I bet you would learn much without your symbols and shield. “
He was Surprised to how much such a claim had startled him, that he was but hiding behind the layer that was the father. The Coronal of the Seldarine, the father, protector, Giver of magic and craft, was all but his service for the last several decades he had done the fathers work, bringing the knowledge of him to his people, acting as protector and now he is shaken in such matters by one who considers him a shield?
“am I”,…”is he”…”do I”.. many questions raced across Calduil mind as if he was in some Feverish Sickness.
So he sat and looked upon the starts and contemplated his years before the father seeking some sort of sign. For here he sat for hours, his mind battling this way and that, her words going this way and that. But the simple question is would he have acted any different with or without his gifts. The simple answer within his mind was “no”. “Was that enough” he wondered, what of his symbols. The ring of pierced holy symbols he carried of the priests fell by his blade and bow. Broken symbols of Grummish and gods of goblins and trolls alike, all strung along the metallic ring; she had asked why he kept them, he had told her to prove his faith. “Did he need them?” He thought long and hard upon this, did he hold them as trophy? as a shield? Was it pride? Onward and onward his mind raced, till he once more found the stars and the shield. Why did he carry the coronals symbol upon his shield, was it symbol, pride, trophy. It was as anything he had done, ritualistic, It was the fathers symbol and it was by which he lived his life, and these symbols upon a ring, a never-ending battle, against many different foes, but each he and the father through him had conquered. Protecting how many innocents from the wrath of these assorted creatures?
The symbols were not just symbols, they were his actions, in the name of the fathers, and they were a silent war between gods on a mortal plane. They were all that he was, and he did that to emphasize his part in the war, that he personally had taken on. His magic’s were the fathers magic’s, working through him, at his judgment and the coronals approval. To lay such down would be to wrong himself and thus the father, he had kept such reminders and will continue to do so. But would she understand?
..She would have to.
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Post by EDM Entori on Jan 23, 2011 21:18:27 GMT -5
his eyes traced the fresh scar...
somewhere in the pit of his stomach something lurched, was it sickness, was it anger, disappointment, regret? It was many things.
Mostly it was the sickening sight to see her beauty marred further. Still his eyes traced her scared visage, the tales of a single night of pain, of loss.
And the fuel to a flame that became kindled with a long road of lonesome sorrow, absent of anything to snuff it, flame of hatred, fueld by rage, by regret and loss..
and he understood, he understood her devotion to such hate as he understood the father. The Father was not a hateful good but he was a vengeful god especially against the will of grummish, and grummish had done this to her. It had twisted her visage, her beauty and her mind, even her heart into something astranged lonely and dark, and blind.
how does one trust, when trust is turned against them, how does one fiend friendship within hate, only to be united by hate and abused..
*he took a deep breath all of this moving through his mind in a fleeting moment, and watched the water pour from the fountain in suzials square*
she had come to trust him no matter what she said, did she use him, of course she did, did she love him.. well not as she once did, but flames burn hot and embracing, even love can exist in the dead of fire.
Still his life symbols and her life was devoid of the seldarine, not entirly but he was certain it was lip service,
*he spun his pendant this way and that* it shimmering whole, it was only a cresent moon but when spun the right way it appeared whole.*
*then he laid it down*
"if you do this I will become lorkh and I will strike you down" her words hung empty in his ears, for this was not about his faith it was about hers..
she excelled at cat and mouse but would she play it as the mouse.. or the cat..
"do not change who you are, ever, promise me this" ....she said,
odd words for one who did not care, who was fullfilled with hate, did she yet manipulate him, no.. she did not, this is not manipulation.
but she would have to take the steps to retreive his necklace and in such a symbol, in such she would have to take the silent moment to look upon the pendant and perhaps spin it as he has.. would she get the symbol, would the father beleive in her as calduil did.
Will the flames of hatred feel the soothing effects of love, of the gods, and not just of of a kindred, if different spirit..
That is for the fate's he thought..
*Striding for the inn door, he watched as she took another cup of drink, took pleasure in knowing, she now felt something anew, something she needed to drown in cups, and that she was not so dead afterall..*
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Post by EDM Entori on Jan 27, 2011 16:46:28 GMT -5
The smell of wood smoke filled his nose and the heat dried his skin uncomfortably as he walked into the wild wolf inn. Slowly he hoisted his bow over his shoulder, and found the room she had told him. He knocked once as she opened a stupid little mischievous smirk found its place upon her face. “Hello again dearest”, “ “and to you lovely” .. She watched him as he entered and laid down his pack. Her arms found their place upon his neck, and his eyes found the bottles. There upon a small inn table in the room, he found large bottles of wine, brandy and delicate glasses beside it, well used.
I’ve been waiting, she almost purred in an unlikely fashion, as he turned to sit next to her on the bed, her small clothes now all that she possessed upon her body.
“I know you have , and you are being naughty as predicted”.
“Perhaps…” finding a glass and sipping deeply, “ want some?” whispering coyly the head from the fire immense within the room, that or his resolve was weaking.
“not this day, or in this way” …Calduil replied, his eyes deep, and his heart stretched to see one of the kindred, in such a manner, but he used every bit of restraint he and Corellon afford him much this eve as he was able to keep it from his face, perhaps his face but not his heart.. and she knew it.
“Come lover, have a drink,” she said the sweet smell of rum upon her breath as she moved across the room taking a drink and kissing him in drunken passion, her balance off she clattered into him in the kiss bowling him over onto the bed. Calduil wondered if it was her fourth or her eighth from the smell, he twisted and set her light frame beside him, and looked to her as she polished off her glass, a single hiccup and she remained without motion next to him upon the bed.
His thoughts betrayed him, ‘you fool, look what your heart longs for’ his mind clattered, but his heart raged in anger, in sadness, in now how her eyes found sleep, sleep of all things. He pulled up beside her in the bed a fur blanket to stave off the winter night of Skullcraig, and she found his shoulder, and his hand found the holy pendant of Corellon upon her breast once more… and he prayed.
He prayed that Corellon would show him the way to guide her back to the kinship, back to the Seldarine, and extinguish the flames of hate in her heart. He prayed that one day the thought of murder would be foreign to her, that her body and soul would be free from the scars left by orcs as they put blade and what other horror to her.His eyes found her leg the chunk they had eaten out of her… and he convulsed, sickened by the thought, but also sickened by his own thoughts.
He understood. He could see why she hated, and how that had grown into a hate beyond just vengeance, to the point that she slept. Did she loose the Seldarine, her kinship or are her scars too far and too deep into the spirit to allow reverie. He guessed both, so he prayed the full night beside her as her chest heaved to and fro in slumber of humans that he would find a way , as he repeated the litany of arrows into her ear, amongst other prayers. Did she hear them, did she not, time would tell. But his heart ached with love, not found often in his journeys; finally he traced the scars visible to him, until her eyes fluttered awake once more.
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Post by EDM Entori on Jan 27, 2011 16:58:14 GMT -5
//player made litany not from source //
Litany of Arrows
Corellon, by Your grace, grant Your Children strength
To protect our lives, our ways, our freedom.
The enemy approaches, seeking to destroy us,
All that we hold dearest and nearest to our hearts.
You are always with us:
in the whispering of the wind through the trees
in the murmuring of the stream over the rocks
in the roaring of the waves upon the shore
in the twang of the bow
in the song of our hearts
in the longing of our souls;
be with us now, the Firstborn, Your Children
as we defend our homes from evil.
Though violence is our last resort,
We shall never forget the skills You taught us.
Be with us now;
Help us to remember and honor the Gifts You lovingly gave us.
Let every arrow from drawn bow fly forth
and pierce the heart of those who would wrong us.
Let every sword drawn in Your name
cut down those who would defile Your Children and Your Woods.
Let every spell drawn in the air
strike down the soul of evil and strengthen the heart of good.
Protect us, Corellon, Your Children call to you;
In this time of danger and darkness, be our guiding light.
All voices are raised in Your name,
All hearts quicken in knowing Your love,
All souls, no matter the course of this battle,
shall one day return and rest with You.
Corellon, by Your grace, grant Your Children victory.
Eä.
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Post by EDM Entori on Feb 11, 2011 23:38:00 GMT -5
The clammy cool buzz of invisibility felt strange against his heated skin, his heart stamped blood through his veins at a pace that sounded like a drum. His plate buckled and clattered cooled by magic, or the blood he wrapped the bandage around his leg in a quick tie and glanced around whipping the sticki crimson upon his plate.
There were bodies and blood and a Erie silence found him deaf by excitment not from lack of noise, somewhere a bow twanged and the bandit captain raged battle orders at his followers.
Quickly using the magic the potion had granted him he found his way to her side, she who thought herself alone, abandoned yet he with Corellons grace was about to do the utter opposite. The feywarden knelt and twisted his loves head back to where it should of been, somewhere the last of his friends had fallen and the air grew still. Amongst the bandits the blood he readied an invisibility potion next to her cold lips. He hesitated to stroke back the hair in her scared visage and kissed her cold lips if corellon found her truly unworthy.
Then he pressed his hand against her heart, murmured in the tongue of elves to corellon opening himself to the divine within him. "Corellon all father, leader of seldarine, protector I ask you now as I've asked before to grant me your spark, your blood, life that was once yours to be renewed once more as kin have fallen in your work. Let them continue once more."
He pressed his hand against the pendant that hung upon her chest as his eyes rolled back, golden light filling him he directed it to her heart to stir once more by his will and Corellons. His face burned with the power and his clothes hummed with the energy of two lives. Slowly it passed out his hand and her body stirred warmed and awoken by the father.
She gasped and he whipped the tears of rebirth from her dried eyes and poured the invisibility potion into her mouth....
Quiet now he said lovingly we must hurry to depart before all fall.
They both arose and he shook the tingly absence of power from his limbs and starred at the body of the paladin the fell next to his lover.
"twice at your hands paladin twice too many ..... No more"
And swiftly they fled swiftly into the forest and he wondered somewhere if she would of found arvandor and eternal peace, If even though she answered his prayer he robbed her of peace, and If she would ever know that corellon himself had raised her through calduil.
Calduil limped on after her swift pace through the forest his armor now heavy.... But heart light that despite his minds misgivings his heart was light at the sight of color in her cheeks.
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