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Topic: Through the Past Darkly
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Graysith
Chosen Daughter
Member # 27
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posted 11-24-2003 11:48 PM
    
Graysith nodded again, and looked up into Phalomir’s eyes.“Thank you, my Lord,” she said softly before taking another step backward, removing herself further from his touch. She cast a quick and meaningful look toward Recinis; then giving her head a little toss, she clapped her hands with authority. In moments Salandaar was there, bowing. “See that all are given rooms for the night, and see that refreshment is placed therein.” The Sith cut a quick look to the two Lords, one eyebrow going up in spite of himself. Then he bowed his head. “As you wish, my Lady,” he said, and went off upon his assigned task. Graysith turned back to the others. “Salandaar will return and lead you to your room, Phalomir,” she said briefly. “We shall depart at first light.” With that she returned to Shayla and placed her arm about the young woman once again. “Come, my Adept,” she invited her. “Stay this night with me. There is yet something of which I need to speak; I would not be alone this night.” Another nod to Recinis and Phalomir, and she left, taking her Adept along with her. [ 11-24-2003 11:50 PM: Message edited 1 time, lastly by Graysith ] -------------------- I ride the Stormcloud and the Night!
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Phalomir
 Dark Lord of the Armorers
Member # 492
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posted 11-25-2003 12:16 AM
Phalomir stood silently in the hall and awaited his escort. Eventually Salandaar returned and led Phalomir through the hallways to a chamber. It was very unlike his earlier room, given to him upon his first arrival in the body of Panthar. This room was very elegant, plush, and very befitting a Dark Lord.A Dark Lord… What is a Dark Lord without his Lady? Phalomir turned back to the door where Salandaar still stood. “Thank you,” he said. “This room is more grand than I deserve.” Salandaar nodded his agreement and left. Phalomir smiled inwardly and changed into the opulent sleeping garments already placed upon the bed. He lay atop the sheets and stared at the ceiling, his hand inadvertently going to the imprint on his chest. He let his mind trail to the slight thread he still knew he shared with the Dark Lady, the last fiber of a dwindling connection, and he lingered there. “Jharmeen,” he sighed, whispering quietly into the darkness. “I know my life shall never be the same, and as I once gave my life to you in another time, another place, I give this new life to you now. Just give me the strength to continue, these feelings are too strong to ignore.” He closed his eyes and longed for the peace of sleep, but it eluded his grasp and mocked him in silent echos. [ 11-25-2003 12:24 AM: Message edited 1 time, lastly by Phalomir ] -------------------- From the days of past futures I come, make ready for the storm.
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Graysith
Chosen Daughter
Member # 27
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posted 11-25-2003 12:27 AM
En route to her chambers, Graysith stumbled slightly as Phalomir’s feelings came crashing into her essence through the All-link she had re-created between them. Her eyes could not help but fill with tears as his entire, lonely soliloquy contested with her own logical thoughts concerning the actions of her lord and husband.What is a Lord without his Lady? Indeed…. Her lip trembled, as that thought continued within her own mind, unable to be stopped, only to burst out of her and fly along that link back into Phalomir. Or a Lady without her Lord? “I accept this, Phalomir….” Quickly, she lowered her head so her hair would cover her face, allowing her to gain control of herself once again. She said nothing aloud, but gave Shayla’s shoulders another squeeze, silently imploring her to quicken her pace so they could reach the solitude of her chambers where they might talk. -------------------- I ride the Stormcloud and the Night!
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Phalomir
Dark Lord of the Armorers
Member # 492
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posted 11-25-2003 09:49 AM
Phalomir opened his eyes and peered into the darkness. A strange feeling had come over him, and although he knew it was his imagination he could have sworn he had heard the Dark Lady’s voice.I accept this, Phalomir… He rubbed his tired eyes as they adjusted to the darkness, images sharpening in the shadows. He sat up and placed his feet on the warm fur rug by the bed and looked around the room. He was indeed alone. It could have been a dream but he had not been asleep. “I should be used to hearing voices,” he said aloud, shaking his head. “At least listening to this one shall be pleasant.” He spotted the outline of a bottle on the dressing table across the room, along with the shape of two glasses. He rose and walked to the table, the stone cold upon his feet. He removed the glass lid from the bottle and held it to his nose, drawing a deep breath. His senses delighted at the aroma of the Sith brandy, and he suddenly longed for a taste. He poured a tall drink and made his way back to the bed. He sat, took a long sip of the liquor, and tried to relax. He hoped the brandy would help him sleep, he would need his strength the next day. But, even more so, he hoped the voice would return. -------------------- From the days of past futures I come, make ready for the storm.
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Aelvedaar
Dark Lord of the Sorcerers
Member # 34
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posted 11-25-2003 11:19 AM
A shadow passes across my face as the sibilant words of this Dark One slide into my brain.So-oo-ooo…. This one desires the use of that power which he cannot touch, ey? I let not a hint of this thought depart from me, whether by stance or involuntary exhalation, or indeed, by dilation of the pupil. Long have I practiced my art; I am not the Dark Lord of the Sorcerers by blood alone, after all. I blink and smile smoothly. “I am afraid that is something I cannot allow, Entaris,” I say to him flatly, simultaneously placing a protective shield about myself to prevent him from worming his essence into my being. Pure evil he might be, the representation of a road some would say I have chosen to travel upon, but even he cannot overcome the power of the darker side of Sith magick when it is framed within the All. Snugly secured within my own powers, I know I can face him directly without fear of retaliatory harm from him. My smile broadens. “If this lad is not enough for your dark tastes, so be it,” I continue offhandedly. “But he is the offering; his appropriation alone should be appeasement enough, for all the havoc and pain it shall invoke in his parents. For I would assure that this information, the knowledge of the endpoint of his particular journey through life, would indeed be presented to both my Chosen—to the Graysith and her... husband.” I bow my head in mock deference to this dark being, smiling in readiness for the blast of darkness he will undoubtedly try to now send my way. Evil, after all, likes not for its plans or desires to be thwarted. It pleases me greatly to be the one, at least for now, able to do so. [ 11-25-2003 11:21 AM: Message edited 1 time, lastly by Aelvedaar ] -------------------- I am NOT a Jedi....
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Graysith
Chosen Daughter
Member # 27
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posted 11-25-2003 11:44 AM
At length Graysith and Shayla reached the opulent rooms of the Dark Lady. The ever-attendant warriors standing guard without her chambers came to a stiff attention, then clapping a fisted hand over themselves and bowing when the pair came to a halt before the ornately carved doors of her room. Straightening, the taller of the pair reached out a strong hand, and opened the door.“My lady,” he said briefly, bowing his head and letting his eyes drop deferentially to the floor. Graysith said nothing in reply but simply smiled, and ushered Shayla into the privacy of her suites. Once inside and the door securely closed, she indicated Shayla make herself comfortable. As that young woman proceeded to do just that, Graysith roamed the perimeter of the rooms, making certain the heavy draperies leading to the balcony outside were tightly drawn and that there was nothing and no one else lurking within. She came to a halt in front of the fireplace then, memories of another, happier, night flashing through her mind. A quick wave of one hand, and a chronotic shield was emplaced about them, snugged against the inner walls and effectively removing them from the rest of the temple. Only the links by which she had connected herself to chosen others were able to penetrate that shield, for they were not constructed of matter or energy. She turned to Shayla and regarded her for a moment. Then— “In a way, I envy you, Shayla,” she said in simple opening as memories of her past life as the Chosen Daughter now flooded her. “Your life is fairly simple and fulfilled; you have found that which all beings seek, that which secures them enough that all confrontations may be met firmly and without hesitation. “That which I myself never seem to manage to obtain.” She trailed a bit, then turned to face the fireplace once more. Abruptly, she then moved away as though unable to bear looking any longer into the flames which danced therein; going to an armoire which hulked in rich splendor in a corner, she opened it and rummaged into its depths. At length she returned with two sets of nightgowns and robes: her’s being a rich and heavy deep green velvet, the one she chose for Shayla a soft teal. Crossing to the bench where Shayla had seated herself, she offered it to her then sat down next to her. She let her eyes close as she simply waited to hear how Shayla would answer, and let her head fall back against the cushion behind her. Unconsciously, her mind reached out along that link she had made with Phalomir: suddenly touching upon the pain and longing and deep-seated resignation he felt toward the clash of current circumstances with memories of his own past. A wan smile came to her lips, and she whispered along that link: ”Phalomir?” -------------------- I ride the Stormcloud and the Night!
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Phalomir
Dark Lord of the Armorers
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posted 11-25-2003 11:57 AM
Phalomir took another sip of brandy. He recalled being quite fond of this substance in prior days, sharing many a dark night with his lady sitting by an open fireplace, discussing the day or planning for the future.The future… He scoffed a little at that word, the concept it represented. What was the future? What was the past? All he had was the present, and it was not really his. Phalomir? The voice, he was sure of it this time. A sudden thrill of the unknown ran through him, mingling with the sadness and causing a strange bewilderment to cycle through him, evidenced by his expression. If he were now inclined to speak with ghosts of his life, then so be it. He would at least enjoy his madness. He said the first words which sprung to his mind. “My lady?” he whispered, an echo of hope in his voice. -------------------- From the days of past futures I come, make ready for the storm.
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Graysith
Chosen Daughter
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posted 11-25-2003 11:59 AM
She smiled slowly at Phalomir’s startled reaction; indeed, she smiled as well in recognition of her own unconscious reaching out toward him while waiting for Shayla to speak. A small burst of warmth shot through her; she wriggled a little on the couch, settling herself more comfortably and reached out to Phalomir again.This time the action was intentional. “You—you persevere where others would not,” she whispered along the link into his mind, knowing the words she sent would impact upon far more than merely his conscious thought. “I find this a true hallmark of a warrior, Phalomir. And… pleasing as well.” Still smiling, she let her head loll a bit to one side, casting a quiet gaze back into the fireplace, suddenly wanting to ask this Lord just what images he would see therein, dancing in the flames. [ 11-25-2003 12:00 PM: Message edited 1 time, lastly by Graysith ] -------------------- I ride the Stormcloud and the Night!
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Phalomir
Dark Lord of the Armorers
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posted 11-25-2003 12:14 PM
Phalomir closed his eyes. Perhaps it was insanity, but perhaps not. Right now it mattered not. After the day's events, who would fault him for having a conversation with that piece of his inner self which held fast to his lost love?“Some would call it obstinacy,” he said. “But I am what I am, my lady, I cannot apologize for what I feel, I cannot deny nor hide my love. The single constant in my life has always been you, and it tears me apart now to find you, and not have you.” He paused, realizing the words the voice had spoken. “’Pleasing’?” Perhaps this was not a voice from his inner being... -------------------- From the days of past futures I come, make ready for the storm.
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Graysith
Chosen Daughter
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posted 11-25-2003 12:27 PM
While Graysith’s outer demeanor remained unaltered, a spreading smile warmed her inner being in response to Phalomir’s escalated startlement. Now she couldn’t help but turn a look into that hidden portion of herself, seeking deeply therein until at length she came face to face with that which she knew she had inside her, but had never until recently ever really faced head-on.The Beast regarded her with steady glowing eyes, its great paw wrapped protectively about something. As Graysith watched, that paw curled reflexively, tightening about whatever it was it held; then it cocked its massive head in her direction and let forth something a cross between a growl and a whine. She nodded in acceptance of this, happy enough to be able at least to view the Beast. Perhaps one day she would find that which it held so jealously to itself. A thought as another memory flashed through her: Perhaps Dark Lord Aelvedaar had missed something after all…. She shook that from her, backed away and turned back to the link between herself and Phalomir. ”Yes,” she finally whispered softly. ”Pleasing.” She silenced then, a sudden shyness filling her. The unfamilar sensation lingered quietly for a moment... then exploded throughout her entire being, reveling in the fresh and welcomed burst of acceptance it had evoked within her. [ 11-25-2003 12:32 PM: Message edited 1 time, lastly by Graysith ] -------------------- I ride the Stormcloud and the Night!
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Phalomir
Dark Lord of the Armorers
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posted 11-25-2003 12:45 PM
Phalomir felt a warmth rush across his face. It could have been the brandy, but the slight loosening of the tightly wound strings he had been building around his heart told him otherwise. He suddenly had an image of dancing flames, casting soft light into the darker recesses inside of him.“I am warmed by that thought, my lady,” he said, still unsure if he was conversing with his own subconscious thoughts or otherwise. He decided it truly did not matter, his feelings and words would not change. “My days are long, my nights are empty without you. Any amount of comfort I may bring to you is a wonderful thing, and that knowledge shall help fill the void.” [ 11-25-2003 12:47 PM: Message edited 1 time, lastly by Phalomir ] -------------------- From the days of past futures I come, make ready for the storm.
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Graysith
Chosen Daughter
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posted 11-25-2003 12:57 PM
A responding glow of warmth began to spread further within the Dark Lady, one most definitely not evoked by the heat of the nearby fire. She let her head continue to loll back for a moment, content to simply accept that warmth and bask in it, for long it had been indeed since she had felt such.Indeed, perhaps all that she had ever felt had been different from this rush of feeling, for never before had she experienced such a mingling of contrasts: strength and submission, fire and cooling water, hope which persevered beyond that which would deny it. Which was her own reaction… which one his? She really couldn’t differentiate…. Shyness expanded. She shifted on the couch. Perhaps another minute passed. Then— “Perhaps one day you will no longer find that void within you, Phalomir,” she whispered quickly. ”Good night.” Shyness turned embarrassment. She quickly closed the link, straightened, and turned to Shayla as if nothing had happened. [ 11-25-2003 01:00 PM: Message edited 1 time, lastly by Graysith ] -------------------- I ride the Stormcloud and the Night!
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Phalomir
Dark Lord of the Armorers
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posted 11-25-2003 01:14 PM
Phalomir sat motionless for what seemed like an eternity, no thoughts came rolling in his head, no pain or sadness, not even the tumbling of the insanity he had locked away within him disturbed the quiet solitude.“Good night, my lady,” he said at long last. He looked at the half-full glass in his hand. Smiling, he stood and walked to the table. He glanced in the mirror and studied the outlines of his face, shrouded in the darkness of the room but illuminated by the soft glow of the design upon his brow. He placed the glass on the table, turned, and quietly crawled into bed. For the first time since he could recently remember he felt a certain kind of peace. -------------------- From the days of past futures I come, make ready for the storm.
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Recinis
Sith Protector
Member # 266
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posted 11-25-2003 05:23 PM
Recinis sat quietly within his own reverie, his mind calmed and soothed... As his thoughts flowed about the calm he insistently sought to maintain he felt a pulsing upon his chest... At first he had believed it to be his heart beat... But he soon realized it was not... It pulsed stronger, a cold and terriable pain struck at him, his hand went to that spot on his chest, his face contorted with an odd look of pain at the sudden attack... his hand moved to his robes to view that which he already suspected... The centerpiece of all the symbols he held, the great mark he teasured pulsed between phases of violet and darkness.
After a few moments of relaxing breathing, and calming concentrationWhy is this? I do not understand... He looked within himself, finding the treasured globe of warmth he kept protected within. I am killing it... That must be it. But can i afford to release it from my grasp? to allow it to spring forth once more? In my time away it was this that kept me sane... In guarding it so closely have... Have i lost my ability to allow it through me? he droped his meditative stance and curled within a soft blanket upon the room he had gained.Am i losing myself? have i lost that which I treasured most.... Yes, i have... In my own ignorance i have... But why? why do i not give into the desire to act as i once did.... why can i not show her this place in my soul.... why have i trapped it? His thoughts quieted into the night he now sought to escape, and after a few moments of pointless attempt he knew,that sleep would not come this night... As it might not for many nights to come. Standing moving silently he treversed the halls of the temple as a shadow, moving through the sleeping stone walls without purpose or direction, only knowing that he could not rest... -------------------- "my hearts my strongest weapon, my mind my swiftess blade, the words i speak can cut your flesh, and leave you in the gray"
---BMG
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Entaris
Dark Priest
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posted 11-25-2003 05:38 PM
The bright flames beneath the darkness of the hood remained calm, un-flaring, uncaring, they merly regarded the sorcerers actions and words with silent consideration.
Finaly he let lose a chaotic laugh.
"Dont waste your energy raising a pitiful defense... You may be capable of warding me, but you have not the slightest idea of what true evil is." The gloved hand came forth slowly presenting itself before Aelvedaar, quickly the other gloved hand came forth to remove the glove from the presented hand, revealing absolut nothingness, the hand was soon re-gloved and entaris laughed again.
"You have taken a few minor steps towards the darkness... Whether in reality you actauly realize it or not. Whether intended, or false... You have taken them... But they mean nothing." his form shifted gaze burning into the form of the young half-sith boy.
His voice came forth like shadows in the night, "If i wished to kill you Aelvedaar, know this, i can wait as long as i must to take your soul, even if that means waiting for your natural death... But i do not wish to kill you... That would gain me nothing." his pressence altered and it was clear that were he capable of physical manifestations, his face would be one that smiled.
"If i must take the boy as he is, and find my own way into bringing him to a point of use... Then so be it. But i will find a way to gain what i seek, whether you 'allow it' or not. Perhaps someday your soul will take a true step to darkness... Or perhaps you will be corrupted by my pressence... And if that should happen... who knows what you will 'allow' but even should you become one of utter saint-hood, i will have what i want... One day or another... I can wait for an eternity or more. What do you need me to do?" -------------------- "Insert Snappy quote here"
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Aelvedaar
Dark Lord of the Sorcerers
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posted 11-25-2003 09:23 PM
My arms fold upon my chest almost of their own accord.“Oh, posh, dark one,” I snort condescendingly. “Your dire intimations mean nothing to me.” I shake my head then, going back to his rather improbable request. Does he truly believe he could learn to manipulate that wonderful power I have taken upon myself, and have continued to hold with an iron hand? The impossibility of his desire ever seeing fruition is truly laughable. No one can hold the All, or use it, if not in balance to begin with. By his own admission, Entaris is a being of pure evil, without the barest speck of anything remotely resembling love or any other lighter emotion within him. If there existed one being in the entire universe who would truly be incapable of using the All, it would be him. Shaking my head again, I finally speak up, pointing this out to him, secure in the safety of my own magicks and devices. For I have come to offer this chaotic one even more chaos and pain in exchange for his assistance when called upon; if he chooses to turn my offer down, then so be it. I pull my thoughts from the road upon which they have traveled, and focus upon his darkness once more. “What do I wish you to do, Entaris?” I ask him smoothly. “Why, nothing other than that which you do best. Wreak utter havoc and cause great pain and despair in the hearts and souls of those who would oppose me. “Go out from your hiding place, Entaris, and find this son of my once Chosen Daughter. Do not kill him, but bring him to the dark. This is, after all, something of which I am aware that you quite simply do with remarkable ability and ease.” -------------------- I am NOT a Jedi....
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Shayla Stargazer Petrolu
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posted 11-25-2003 09:54 PM
For the barest of moments, Shayla didn't say a word as memories--both long past and recent--scrolled across her mind. Then in one smooth motion she reached a hand out and laid it on Graysith's arm as her greeny-blue eyes connected with the other woman's violet pair. "It will happen for you," Shayla said simply, trailing a moment. "...and perhaps it could be happening even now."Again Shayla fell silent at this, her thoughts returning not only to the night's reent events, but also to a time when she herself held the affection of a man who had yet seen that affection returned... ...and who waited for well over a year by her side, through a wealth of mountains and valleys, until at last he gained it. "I do believe Lord Recinis cares for you," Shayla then said, breaking the silence. "But I can never forget that day he left with Jharu, that day when you enclosed yourself in a chronotic shield with Dark Lord Roan. I know beyond the shadow of a doubt how my own husband would have reacted to such a circumstance... ...he would have been on his feet and trying to get to me in any way possible. But Lord Recinis... ...he took Aelveedar's orders and left; I never, ever understood how he could do that and claim to love you as much as he did." "Lord Phalomir, however..." Shayla continued, pausing and pursing her lips thoughtfully for a moment before continuing, "...he has sought after you, he has risked himself for you against Thoran, and I believe he will remain here to protect you and assist you as long as you will allow it, no matter whether you ever gain the same feelings for him that he has for you. In my book that's a picture of true self-sacrifice... ...and of true love, for I've seen the same in my own beloved husband. I do believe Lord Phalomir loves you... ...truly." [ 11-25-2003 09:56 PM: Message edited 1 time, lastly by Shayla Stargazer Petrolu ] -------------------- "Small minds think in small terms!"
~~CMH~~
(I am NOT turning to the Darkside...)
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Graysith
Chosen Daughter
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posted 11-25-2003 10:10 PM
Graysith smiled in response to Shayla’s observations. For quite suddenly she found a new feeling flooding through her, in many ways quite similar to that which she had felt toward Darth Wicked and her husband… but yet in many ways unique unto itself. As though remaining held at bay until the choice words spoken to her had released it, it now rushed forth, filling her with an expanding warmth that seemed to burst out from every pore, bringing a glow into her cheek and her eye, and a blaze of glory to the Glyph upon her brow.She opened her mouth, trying to think of a way to put that great wealth of feeling into the mere commonality of words, failed miserably. “He is quite obvious about it, isn’t he, Shayla?” she finally said, lolling her head until she was looking straight up toward the ceiling, one slim hand now reaching up to toy a bit with a tendril of her hair. “And… although he has brought much mystery to us… I feel that I can trust him. I do trust him… in fact more than I do my own husband…” She trailed momentarily, sobering before continuing in a quieter tone of voice. “Is that so terrible of me, Shayla? At this time, under these circumstances?” -------------------- I ride the Stormcloud and the Night!
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Shayla Stargazer Petrolu
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posted 11-25-2003 10:32 PM
Shayla's answer was almost immediate. "No," she said, shaking her head for emphasis, "I don't think it is. After all, trust is something gained through one's actions and not one's words. I've already spoken of how Lord Recinis left your side while you battled against Roan, and I'm also reminded about how he returned and promised never to leave you again......only to then go back on his word once more. He had a chance to redeem the trust he'd lost from you at that time, and he missed it. Perhaps he take action and do so now... ...but I've yet to see it. For when you were despairing over your son-- a point in time when I would have thought Lord Recinis should rise to his position as your Lord and your husband-- he remained strangely... ... removed, as if oblivious to the hurt you were experiencing. Granted, he told you that he would do everything in his power to find Jharu, and I do believe him... ...but still there seems to be something missing. And while all this was occurring Phalomir consoled you despite the presence and inaction of your husband. And Phalomir has been striving to gain your trust through his actions for some time now; he has risen to the occassion. I can't say the simply can't say the same for Lord Recinis... ...at least not yet." [ 11-25-2003 10:33 PM: Message edited 1 time, lastly by Shayla Stargazer Petrolu ] -------------------- "Small minds think in small terms!"
~~CMH~~
(I am NOT turning to the Darkside...)
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Graysith
Chosen Daughter
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posted 11-25-2003 10:58 PM
Graysith’s eyes softened as Shayla kept at her opinions, opinions she suddenly found extremely important to her. Her adept’s comment about Lord Recinis promising never to leave her only to do so stung deeply; suddenly she found tears flooding her eyes.“I have treated you badly, Shayla, and yet you stay with me, and try to comfort me and speak openly and honestly,” she whispered. Then she reached out and wrapped her arms about her, holding her tightly for a moment. “You have always remained loyal to me, more so than my husband and lord.” She paused, gulping a little, then pressed on before she lost the tentative nerve to speak as such which she had so suddenly found. “I feel I am going to need you a great deal in the very near future, Shayla,” she went on, whispering into Shayla’s ear. “Please try to forgive my past actions toward you.” Embarrassed for the second time in a comparatively short time span, she removed her arms and stared up to the ceiling. Slowly she raised a hand and, as though offering a token of peace, she reached out, touching the warp and weft of the very atmosphere within her quarters, taking hold of it and twisting it into a clay and molding it just so. Soon they were surrounded by the wondrous beauty of a molecular cloud light-years in diameter, surrounded by the glowing reds and oranges and deep, dusty greens and electric blues as all about them the very stars which made up the universe were being born. -------------------- I ride the Stormcloud and the Night!
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Entaris
Dark Priest
Member # 224
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posted 11-25-2003 11:07 PM
the dark hood dipped once in recognition of the task set before him. A deep laughter escaped from him and the shadows shuddered with anticipation.
Going backwards before hand he motioned softly with simple words, "Those born to the witch are gifted without the curse of balance, ive heard these words from many, i have watched them... Above that i have seen it myself... Perhaps you will not give me the chance... I have seen how you...Doctered. Previous wielders of the all... In the end it matters little... I will find a way Aelvedaar... Believe me." His form slid accross and he examined the body closely, "where i go anything is possible, this much you must know before any contract is established..."
he then turned his gaze to focus intently upon Aelvedaar.
"You have indeed sparked my interests... I will seek out the one you wished darkened... But i do tell you... With the all, or not, this body being raised to a proper age would aid my quest greatly... Aid me in this, or deny it... it matters not... My task will be accomplished. The time it takes me to accomplish this however, depends on your choices." He stepped forward quickly.
"while i am truly a being of great power, no matter my form... having not physical manifistation is in some way's a limiting factor." the red coals within his hood vanished for a moment and then reappeared somewhat more dimly.
"very well... My ally." he said the word as though sealing some unbreakable bond between himself and Aelvedaar, "I will find the child you so carelessly disposed of. And i will bring his soul to my side, as once i brought his sisters... However... I can not say he will... Enjoy it as much as she did..."
A dark laughter escaped from him before his form dipped in a bow.
"is there anything else you would ask of me? speak now for you may not find me again for some time... For i do so enjoy my work..." -------------------- "Insert Snappy quote here"
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Aelvedaar
Dark Lord of the Sorcerers
Member # 34
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posted 11-25-2003 11:39 PM
My eyes harden into pools of lava, and I lean forward toward the cackling entity. My arms uncross to go tensely to my sides.“Those born to the witch, as you call the Graysith, do indeed quite naturally hold the strength of the All within them, and as easily learn to use it.
“But you are not one of them.”
Now I smile as I straighten up, nodding to Entaris, allowing a fang to peep forth from my lips. “The All will never respond to you; why should one such as yourself, one the very embodiment of evil, one who is as such immortal, need this?” I cock my head to one side, and pin his coal-red eyes with a steady and quite unintimidated gaze. Those red eyes seem to flicker a bit, like the light of a setting sun coming in through trees upon some distant horizon. “Take the spawn of Jharmeen and Recinis, and have your way with him. Darken his soul, let him rot, whatever; it is of no concern to me. “All I require is that, when the time comes, you will come with your legion horde to incite fear and panic in the hearts and souls of my enemies. Then, I promise you, the very universe itself will be at your fingertips in offering. “Leaving myself and my own son immune, of course.” With that I bow my head, letting my lips quirk upward as I do so. Then I re-open that portal through which I have come, and quickly step through and back to Khar Delba. [ 11-25-2003 11:40 PM: Message edited 1 time, lastly by Aelvedaar ] -------------------- I am NOT a Jedi....
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Graysith
Chosen Daughter
Member # 27
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posted 11-25-2003 11:46 PM
Graysith's eyes filled with a responding flood of tears as she leaned over and hugged Shayla."Nor none so loyal a friend as you, my dear sister," she whispered softly. Then her gaze traveled to her one wrist, upon which yet glowed the quiet gold of her Tattoo of Entitlement. She pulled away and sighed, holding it out to Shayla. "Whatever am I to do, Shayla?" she asked then, suddenly feeling the farthest she ever had away from her position as Dark Lady of the Warriors and Chosen Daughter of the Sith. [ 11-25-2003 11:47 PM: Message edited 1 time, lastly by Graysith ] -------------------- I ride the Stormcloud and the Night!
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