(new players welcome to join) The Lies of Sayark's Past •~○~●~○~• Fantasy RP

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Ariel91 said:
Kaydar nodded, rising to his feet and turning his back to the Mongrel Maid and the Dragon Youngling. "Fine names, I am glad to have met you, it is good to know that there are still Younglings and their charges left in the world." He started to step between the trees, pausing mid stride and looking back at them over his shoulder. "What is your task so close to Sayark?"
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"Heading into town to get some bread," Florence said.
 
Ariel91 said:
((I've got to add his info when I get back to my comp. He's tall and skeletal and his hair is thin and white and his sunken eyes blue and bloodshot with cataracts. He's the Elf that Kaydar raised))

Qualair stirred his ancient body, opening first one filmy eye then the other. He drew in a deep rattling breath, expanding his bony chest to its max capacity. The paper thin skin was traced with fine blue veins that made a cobweb pattern on his lily white flesh. He sat in his giant throne, clothed in gold cloth trousers. His wives sat around him, each prettier than the next. He lifted his hand and they ran from the room like a great flock of birds. The ancient Elf king was alone in the alabaster room and in that silence he whispered a single word. "Kaydar."
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Ellayn swept the ivory comb through her tangle of golden brown hair, staring deeply into the looking glass. She was a strange creature, an exotic bird to be housed in the cage of Petara. She sighed, putting down her comb and leaning her chin into her fist. She was called beautiful, glorious, but she could not see it. She was herself, nothing more. Thin rosy lips, gray-green eyes that glowed when shadows fell, her brows thin, her rich curls forming a halo about her head. She did not know why the Elves looked at her so strangely, true she was rare, she had never met another like herself. But she was not some strange creature to be housed in a gilded cage and gazed upon. She sighed, rising to her bare feet and crossing her arms as she crossed the marble floor. From one end to the other she stalked, like a trapped hunting cat. That was how she felt, captured, cooped up. She wanted the wind, the sky, grass beneath her feet and branches overhead. Not that she could remember any of these things. She knew them only from books. But she longed for them so. Sometime in her life she must have known them, must have felt the wonders of the world. But she could not remember them. All she knew was this cage... and Qualair. He frightened her and infuriated her. She did not know why she felt such rage whenever she saw him, The loathsome old Elf had not tried to add her to his harem, nor had he ever laid a hand on her. But she knew that, somewhere in the darkness of her mind, at sometime in her life, he had done something unthinkable to her. Ellayn felt his gaze now, though she could not see him. It was the machines that hid him, behind that ever swirling wall of colors and shapes. She could not see out lest he wanted her to, but she knew that he was there. She picked up the bottle of perfume on her dressing table, hurling it with all of her might at the images. They trembled and the bottle shattered, breaking the curtain long enough for her to see the disgusting old Elf smile at her. Then he was gone and she was alone once more, alone with the knowledge of his presence.
 
Wintent said:
Florence just nodded. "We'll be careful."
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Kaydar just grunted in response, leaping forward and disappearing into the trees. He had caught the scent of Elves and iron, he had no more time to speak with the Younglings. He grinned from ear to ear, a snarl vibrating in his throat as his frills trembled. Calling out an ancient warning that had once struck fear in every living soul.
 
Ariel91 said:
Tollia nodded and shifted a plain dagger to her belt, producing it from the folds of the shawl that circled her waist. She took only a moment to fasten it into place, the thin silver handle nothing compared to the ornate and burnished copper hilt that used to sit perched upon her hip. Gar watched out of the corner of his eye, wondering why she had been so ready to give away the only object that linked her to her past. Then he realized it, she had no want of her past. She didn't care about where she had came from, she never had. All that mattered was the now. He smiled to himself, more than a little bit proud that the now included him. Even if she only thought of him as a friend. He blinked and brought his mind back to the present, watching as the young woman before them switched the her bag to her other hand. "Best be careful with your coin around here, Rose. We aren't the only outcasts in these alleys and not all of them are as.... honorable.... as we are."
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Rose nodded "Yes, I'll be sure to stay around the main streets. I best be going now though, my mother is waiting for me back home. Nice meeting you" She smiled
 
"Now we just need to find the horse," Florence said motioning to the hoof prints. Sterling sighed flaring his nostrils and beginning to track the steed.
 
Silver Bantam said:
Rose nodded "Yes, I'll be sure to stay around the main streets. I best be going now though, my mother is waiting for me back home. Nice meeting you" She smiled
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Gar nodded to her, offering a strange little bow that was more suited to an Elf than his Mongrel self. Tollia laughed, offering Rose a little wave as she walked past her. "Same to you, until we meet again." She leaped up, snagging the support pole of a rotting awning and swinging herself up and over it. She jumped to the next support and the next, finally finding herself along the bottom edge of the tiled roofs. Gar shook his head at her display, secretly wishing that he was as agile as the Wildling. "Safe travels, Rose." He ducked his head once more, taking off at a run to try and catch up with Tollia.
 
Kaydar ran beneath the bows, silent as a shadow. He could smell them better now, thanks to the Mongrel Maid and the Dragon. They had helped clear his nostrils of the dank smell of earth. He purred and leaped forward onto the path. He hissed and extended his great frills, murder burning in his eyes. In a single heart beat the neat little band of Elvish knights turned to chaos. Kaydar wrapped his tail around the leg of the lead horse, pulling it off to the side quickly. The horse whickered in fear, no doubt afraid that it would soon become a snack. The rider screamed and cursed, falling to the ground. Kaydar released the horse, striking out with his ivory claws. The Elf was dead before he could feel the pain of the blow. Kaydar leapt to the next knight and the next, hissing and foaming at the mouth as he dealt out death with his tail, wings, and claws. It was a dance between the horses, knocking this Elf off of his saddle, this Maid being tossed from her perch. He never harmed the steeds, he was careful of that. They had no choice in their lives, they had not willingly come to this dance of death. But to the Elves he showed no mercy. The horses whickered and screamed, darting off into the woods, leaving him standing alone among the dead.
 
Ariel91 said:
Gar nodded to her, offering a strange little bow that was more suited to an Elf than his Mongrel self. Tollia laughed, offering Rose a little wave as she walked past her. "Same to you, until we meet again." She leaped up, snagging the support pole of a rotting awning and swinging herself up and over it. She jumped to the next support and the next, finally finding herself along the bottom edge of the tiled roofs. Gar shook his head at her display, secretly wishing that he was as agile as the Wildling. "Safe travels, Rose." He ducked his head once more, taking off at a run to try and catch up with Tollia.
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Rose waved to them as they left. She smiled and continued on her way down the road. Rose then seemed to remember about the dagger in her hand, she looked down at it as she walked. She didn't think she would need it, but until she saw those two again she would just have to keep it safe
 

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