Post by hellscream123 on Oct 8, 2020 4:26:31 GMT -5
With the quiet returned blue is found over the passing seasons. incredibly mundane: he gardens every afternoon. Takes walks by the stormhorn gate to stand vigil amoungest the singers, swapping tales history and stories. Inside the library lessons are taught. Not of high magic or grand things. But of youth and literacy, the hinwives children taught the principles of math and writting, the turning of the world and histories. The evenings waft the scent of aromatic cooking, rare foreign spices and dinner with his wives. Guests ever free to visit the mage. Rumours abound that his time is ending, hair near white, and a body no longer that of a warrior but of a retired soldier, weary and weathered.
//Blue is available for visitations till years end. After which as forbodes. I'm retiring him off the server for room for new heroes. I'm online every week Thursdays aest Wednesday cst.
Arician "Blue" Hellscarem - Always serious, always strange, and always rolling his eyes.
Gargen the angry hin.
Post by purgatori69 on Oct 21, 2020 1:13:06 GMT -5
*entering the public area from upstairs in rare moment without her hood* "oh hello Dot" *alexial smiles noticing the topic of books. Alexials silk like black hair hanging just below her shoulders* "If you'd like anything while your reading just ask." *makes her way to the kitchen to brew some tea and raid Davina's chocolates*
Post by mustanggt5000 on Oct 22, 2020 2:02:43 GMT -5
*Hidden in the box chocolates would be a note. As Alexial picks up the note a chime sounds. Davinas laughter drifts down the stairs. The note reads. "You've been caught. I was starting to think you would never find this secrete stash. Now lets see how good you really are. Find the spot where were we fist met. Think really hard on this my sexy lady, or your next clue may be lost forever."*
Post by mustanggt5000 on Jun 21, 2021 10:12:31 GMT -5
William can be seen carrying Davina through Shallybrook towards the Villa. She lay limp in his arms, her long black hair tangled and matted with dried blood. The front of her armor is covered with dried blood. Her skin ghostly pale except the dark circle's under her eyes from lack of sleep. The hin or anyone else who see's her often might be shocked at the amount of weight she's lost over the several ten-day she's been gone from Shally. The hin move to the side of the road whispering, exchanging worried and concerned looks.
It doesn't take long until word spreads. Is Davina dead? What happened to her?
Post by mustanggt5000 on Jun 22, 2021 7:46:14 GMT -5
As visitors come and go from the Villa there is still no sign of Davina. No music can be heard, no dancing on the hill. The only signs that point to the young blood might still be alive is Tenna, and William being seen leaving and returning with pastries.
Post by mustanggt5000 on Jul 9, 2021 9:49:40 GMT -5
Davina walks out into the sunshine for the firs time sense her return to the Villa. A hot cup of tea in her hand she walks around the garden looking at all the flowers, before taking a seat under the awning. The color in her face has returned, the dark circles faded, but the young dragoness still looks tired. Staring into her cup of herbal tea and tear falls into the cup. Lifting her head the roar she lets out sounds like a dragon in pain. Any visitors would know something inside Davina had changed, perhaps even broken. Her smiles had become forced if she even bothered to smile at all. She refused to talk about what happened, and would fall into silence if pressed or questioned. When she finishes the cup of tea she seems to take pleasure as it shatters against the Villa wall. As night falls the summer storm seems to reflect her mood.
A trial of crumbs and small wet foot prints lead in towards the table in the library. Cakes, cookies, and other assorted pastry's appears on the table. The trail of crumbs and wet foot prints lead off towards the guest room where they disappear behind the closed door.
How do you face another day when all you can do is cry? How do you face another night when your heart is dying? How do you smile when all you can think of is why? How do you laugh when all you can hear is your own pain? How do you face the person who caused all this suffering? How do you forgive when they took the life of the man you call son?
Post by mustanggt5000 on Jul 24, 2021 21:37:00 GMT -5
Davina returns after the funeral of Lord Fergus Hornbow. She sits in front of the fire weaving black roses through the string of her harp. She places the harp on the mantel. Leaving a note on the door. "The Villa will not be receiving any more visitors today." The lights go out in the Villa.