Elwen

I'm not overly fond of HP either, but since I read absolutely *everything*, I'll read them...if someone else already owns them, that is. I wouldn't /buy/ them myself.

*gives her ashke a hug* Wonderfully written, ashke (can't let that critique slide...) and I won't let you be alone!

Lissandrien turns away and pulls out a small satchel. With expert fingers, he searches through the pouches within, looking for a particular herb. Even without seeing the name written in the neat High Elvish runes, he knows what is in each waterproof (or as near as can be...) pouch, and he begins to organize them yet again.

*grins* Hai, Elwen /always/ seems to be playing that ballad (which I need to get around and write someday...). This is really chilling and pretty, Merry. And you say you can't write poetry!

Lenore shook her head. "The chances are slim. And even slimmer of having Calonderiel believe you. I don't know what I think..." *** {{Sorry...I need to continue the plot. Merry, I need to post for you considering you're blocked.}} While the two are having their conversation outside, Jareena, Char, and the twins are inside, wondering just what the hell is going on and what the hell they have gotten themselves into. Especially considering the very uncertain temper of their employer. "I suggest we get out of here." Mordekai said lightly. "Before Uncle Melvin comes home and finds a giant hole in the floor." "Yeah, let's go!" Cole agreed enthustically, remembering the last time Uncle Melvin had gotten mad. The Shadow is on the move again...and it's desperate. Jareena thought. I can sense that Calonderiel has something to do with it's desperation...but what?

"Kid, let me give you the honest reply." Lenore says dryly. "You have a .0000000000000000000001% chance of breaking through Calonderiel's icy walls. And even if you were Devaberiel-which could make sense, if you discount the fact that there was that same percentage chance he survived the blast that Cate threw at him and Hikari-Calonderiel would never believe you."

Lenore's lips quirk amusedly. "I'm a good deal older than I look. I may look like a child, but I'm an ancient sorceress who once committed a great wrong. I swore to never rest until I put it right...and the Lady heard my vow. So I'm stuck in the body of an eleven-year old. Calonderiel...I've known him since he was a child. His family...was involved in the wrong I committed, so I owe him a great debt, and watch over him because of it." she smiles sadly. "He only ever got along with two people besides his adopted parents...his mother died when he was too small to remember her. One was his adopted older sister Hikari Le'lorinel, who was an Order of the Rose Knight. The other was the bard Devaberiel Silverhand, who many said was the best bard in the elven lands and even beyond, and who was his best friend/almost-lover. They were killed ten years ago by Cate Kent." the Dreamer sighs. "Devaberiel was so much like you, it is more than uncanny..."

Lissandrien shrugs, slender shoulders shifting beneath his tunic and cloak. "As I said before, I do not make a habit of backstabbing anyone. To be perfectly honest, /I/ have never betrayed anyone, and do not intend on starting now. In addition, if there is any possibility, I will be attempting to teach myself the light sorcery. I will only use necromancy in a lifethreatening situation, and while I will fight my kin if necessary, I will not take their lives." His violet eyes are intense. "If you are still willing to have me as a companion, then you will have to put up with my little...vow. I swore to never take the life of another of my race. And I do understand."

Lissandrien shakes his head. "No. I am a strong sorcerer, but the only magic I was ever trained to use was Necromancy. I do not believe that anything I know will really come in handy."

The drow takes this moment to speak. "I know nothing of the /magic/ of life, but I have been studying herbology, if that will suffice." shrouded once more in his black cloak, his reactions are not seen.

*raises eyebrow* This is...interesting. I liked it a lot...but have you been eating Random Flakes for breakfast?

Calonderiel glares at both Lenore and Gabriel. "Shut up, Gabriel." he snaps. "Have you ever heard of the saying 'Empty words reflect an empty mind'? It is one that you would do well to pay attention to in the future. My problems are my own concern and none of yours. All I will say is that-I was 'born' for one purpose only. One." he stalks off, Lenore looking after him. "Oh dear." she says seriously. "You'll have to excuse him, Gabriel. He's still young enough to have adolescent mood swings...which he has all the time." she smirks at him. "Just thought you should know-Calonderiel turned 60 about two months ago."

Lissandrien nods, violet eyes remaining cool. "I am interested, sir." he remarks in a calm, light tenor voice, lilting with a strange musical accent. "And I never made it a habit to stab people in the back."

Yin and yang, the eternal opposites who work together and against one another to drive the wheel of time: yin, the dark cold female power of destruction, and yang, the light, warm, male power of creation. Ever since the Knights Templar performed a forbidden ritual to bind them to mortal bodies, planning to slay them to end their “threat”, each power has been incarnated many times throughout history. But now the world stands at a crossroads. An ages-old prophecy states that yin and yang will be incarnated once more in bodies opposite their natures and when this occurs, the world as it is known will come to an end. OOC: First, the Knights Templar, as a student of history knows, were accused of heresy & destroyed sometime during the Middle Ages. They were a powerful “arm”, as it were, of the Catholic Church. I obviously decided to have them mess with some sort of forbidden magic…just knowing the ritual to bind yin and yang would have been enough, but the fact that they /did/ it…oh boy. Anyway, if you’re interested, post once-but after/before you do, PM me (unless you know me IRL and have talked to me already). I need to know which “side” your character favors-whether you protect yin’s incarnation, yang, both of them, are neutral (for now: you CAN’T fence-sit forever, you WILL have to make a choice), or do they want to destroy them both so that the prophecy will not be fulfilled? Oh, yes, I would like to know their background, personality, and some abilities. Yes, I know I’m mean, but *shrugs* Here’s the deal with that: neither yin and yang are evil in themselves. Yin is the dark power, the Lady and creator of demonkind, but “she” is as necessary to the world as yang. In addition, destroying them both is an even more uncertain path then allowing the prophecy to be fulfilled, but some people’s fear blind them…so it is up to you which side you favor. But if your character is a demon, then they are automatically drawn to/instinctively protect yin’s incarnation, for if “she” is destroyed now, then their existence ends. That is the one great loyalty all demonkind shares-to their Lady, in whatever form. And now, to begin… The Gatekeeper angrily slammed her staff into the stone, sparks flying as the mythril hit the ground. “The time has come.” she snarled at the demons who lingered in the shadows near her, but speaking to two in particular. The high demoness in charge of the ways between the worlds-of all the denizens of the shadow-worlds, only two had the power to open them and allow others into the human world-without the aid of a human sorcerer, that was. The Gatekeeper was one: the other was their Lady, who was absent once more, trapped in the mortal world…but this time, was different. She was trapped in a mortal body once more, courtesy of those damned Knights Templar and their spell so long ago-long in the span of mortals, short in immortal demonkind-…but this time, everything was coming to a crisis. Everything. The Gatekeeper-if she had once had any other name, it was lost now in the sands of time-tossed long silver hair, and glared at the two she had been addressing. “Find the one who once was our mistress. Protect him from those who would destroy him. And try not to cause /too/ much trouble. That would draw attention.” she gave them both a stern look. “I mean it, you two. All of /our/ existences depend on this.” she gives them The Look. “And jeopardizing everything would, of course, make our lady unhappy. Remember the last time our lady was unhappy?” The two demons gulp nervously…that is something they /never/ want to see again. The screams of the last unhappy wretch still echoed in these swirling currents of chaos, for the Lady was not merciful to those who dared cross her-before removing them from existence, of course. “Good.” the Gatekeeper shoos them. “Go on, don’t waste any time.” And with that, destiny is set into motion. *** A giggling bunch of girls surround another, brightly dressed one in the middle. The one in the middle is vibrant and full of life, seeming to attract people like a light does moths. However, her lovely face is strangely…troubled. “Akiko, what’s wrong?” one of her (inane) friends asks. Akiko Kamiya shrugs, tossing her long, pale blue hair. “Nothing, I guess.” But her words are belied by her eyes, as her gaze shifts to the slender, pretty boy walking moodily down the hallway. “Ohh…” Akiko’s best friend, Hikaru, says. “Aki being moody again?” Akiko makes a face. “Tell me about it.” the schoolgirl moans. “He hasn’t spoken to me for a week!” The two look at Akiko’s black-clad, delicate twin as he walks by without seeming to notice either of them. Aki Kamiya’s face was an identical, perfect mirror of his sister’s, only his (considerable) beauty was remote and icy, not the laughing, bright beauty of Akiko. The bell rings. “Let’s go, let’s go, we were late yesterday and all of last week!” Hikaru fairly drags Akiko down the hallway to homeroom. “I heard our homeroom teacher is a real bitch.” Hikaru commented with a frown. “Well, we might as well make the best of it.” Akiko said with a smile that was only slightly forced, reaching to touch the doorknob. Her hand grasped the cool metal- Dark, cold power, utterly foreign and opposite to Akiko, flooded through her. Almost instinctively, warm power coiled through her, up from her soul, to meet it- Light blazed up under her fingertips until Akiko backed away, violet eyes wide, shaking in fear. What had she just done? *** The woman sitting behind the desk smirked at feeling the power she’d set up and the reaction to it. Yang is here. That means my lady is not far away…

Lloth's priestess glares once more at the male drow-if looks could kill, he'd never have been born-and flounces out. But not before delivering one last threat. "Enjoy what time you have left, renegade." she calls out to Lissandrien, who is getting off the floor. "For you don't have much left." Lissandrien slowly stands, violet eyes blinking slowly.

The priestess slowly turns, glaring with murderous hate at the necromancer who is inelegantly sprawled on the floor, but stops casting lightning-even she has some regard for her own skin. "Damn you, Lissandrien L'riel." she spits at the renegade.

Lissandrien throws himself to the side, ignoring the slight trickle of blood that dripped down the side of his face, and manages to evade the mage-lightning that the priestess sent at him-and struggling to hold his own magic under control. He was not going to use his sorcery again!

Calonderiel pushes past Gabriel and runs headlong out the door, in a very uncharacteristic reaction from the normally composed and stoic Elf. He emerges from the mill into the night, clinging to composure by the skin of his teeth. "You cannot run away from everything forever." Calonderiel tenses at the sound of the lilting, childish soprano. Lenore stands nearby, short auburn curls neatly brushed, and her amber eyes glinting. [This is the same little girl who banished Herbert.] "I do not have forever, now do I?" he snaps back at the Dreamer. "You seem to be showing up a lot." Lenore clicks her tongue in disapproval. "Is that any way to thank me? I just want to keep an eye on you." "Do that." the sorcerer remarks sarcastically, as Lenore laughs. "You don't have to do this." Lenore remarks, serious for the first time. "You gave me no choice." Calonderiel replies pleasantly-which, to anyone who has observed him, means the exact opposite and he is /not/ being pleasant. "Well, now I'm giving one to you." Lenore says petulantly, sitting on a nearby stone wall. "You don't have to fulfill your destiny. Or you could. It's up to you." "My answer remains the same." Calonderiel snaps at her. "I have nothing left to live for. I might as well die." "You'd have something to live for if only you'd let someone in." the child Dreamer tells him. "No." Calonderiel cuts her off. "The one they call Gabriel cares very much for you." Lenore says. "No. He just met me this afternoon and we have barely exchanged three words." Calonderiel holds up a slender finger. "I have been cold, cruel, and downright rude to him. All he wants is to bed me. Like a lot of men who lay eyes on me." "Do emotions frighten you that much, Calonderiel?" Lenore asks him soberly. "There /is/ such a thing as love at first sight. He reminds you of Devaberiel, the one you loved and lost." The ranger stiffens, but Lenore continues. "They are as alike as twins, Gabriel Pelous and Devaberiel Silverhand. And you remind him of someone...someone he does not remember but someone he cares for." "Shut up!" Calonderiel fairly snarles. "Never mention Devaberiel and Gabriel in the same sentence again!" "It has been ten years. Never have you let yourself heal.” Lenore is relentless. “Time heals all wounds.” “These wounds will not heal, for this pain is much too real.” Calonderiel says, his voice broken. “There is too much that time will not erase.” Lenore regards him sadly, Dreamer and her dream. “So you will go through with it?” “I have nothing else. Naught but revenge.” The sorcerer’s voice is flat, and his cat-slit eyes glitter in his remote, lovely face.

"You do not need to know." Calonderiel says shortly, turning away from the bard. "It is in the past. Where it will belong." If Calonderiel had ever laughed, he would have in bitterness. It is better for you that you hate me than care for me. For I am doomed to die...

Valyn catches up with Damon easily. "It was my fault that they started exploding." the psychic replies. "And it was not random..."

The slender figure pulls back their hood. Long white hair flows down their back, with elven ears showing through the mass of it, and unusual violet eyes stare out of a rather pretty face. An ebon-skinned face. Whoever this is had a good reason to hide their face-because they are a drow. A dark elf.

*spits out a mouthful of tea* I wish I had $80 so I could take over the world! This is /really/ funny, Sam...I want to take over the world!

A slender, petite figure steps into the inn, hood pulled forward to hide their face. Silently, he-or-she takes a seat in the darkest corner of the room, which happens to be the corner near where the constable is speaking with someone.

Elwen sighs and sits down, ignoring the fact she is wearing white silk. "Everyone faces death their own way. And everyone has a different view of death. To me, death is not suffering...but a new beginning. But it is your choice."

Valyn stands up, brushing his cloak off. It is plainly obvious that he is human, albeit a small one. His green eyes glint at Damon. "I am not a girl." he says, alto voice calm. "I may look and sound like one, but I am not."