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Drayden Calamyr · Sage Joined: 23 Feb 2005 Posts: 612

Drayden looked out from one of the observation points from within the Northland Militia's secured compound. The work was very impressive. Considering how little time the Militia had to build the fortifications onto the decrepit ruins of a building that half collapsed. He had not grown used to being here. His own tower was by the ocean, giving a constant breeze. Here however, he looked out over rolling hills and trees, Mountains could be seen far to the south east.

The night had been particularly trying. The Warden was madethe dark elf's plan a reality. One he had known so well was sleeping downstairs in her cell, relatively unharmed, not outside of reason.

Drayden pondered then, his mind wandering of the events that had occurred earlier that night:

Their safe house in Minoc was full of activity. Those scouts who had been tracking the Dark Knight known as Alessandra in her patrol were returning. They all seemed rather pleased, and as Drayden was going to ask why, his personal agent came forth from the south, carrying her limp form. The man looked partially drow, though Drayden said nothing. "She is alive?" Drayden said to the dark clothed man. A nod was the only reply.

Quickly they brought her inside and revived her, taking a few moments to bind her hands, and after sharp words with Drayden he ordered her gagged. So as not to alarm any casual passerby. Or even worse, her allies. Lady of Minoc, Gwenaver, quickly opened a gate to the compound, where the woman would be kept for questioning.

Drayden followed then into the shimmering blue gate, his hand leading the bound and gagged Alessandra behind him.

His thoughts came to the present again, as he puffed on his pipe softly. It pained him to harm his old lover, his friend....

He had his reasons. The dark elf knew that quite well, he had made it a point to investigate, along with a small group of others belonging to sect that only he knew of. He walked back inside, stepping down the stairs to the holding cell where the elf woman slept. Blue eyes watched her exhausted form on the ground. Silently, Drayden opened the door to the cell, covering her sleeping form with a warm blanket. This was bigger than her. His heart was heavy from both the pain she had to endure through this, and for the the fact that an elf maiden would serve darkness. Darkness associated with the genocidal acts of Humanis. A direct ally of this Dark Order.

That thought caused Drayden more turmoil than any. His own apprentice, one he had loved and taught what he knew, was being used as an instrument of tyranny. The fact that she allowed herself to be manipulated so was disheartening. He found it hard to believe that one who served Justice and Balance alongside him could be coerced to serving a fascist doctrine. It would stop now.

First her, then Lord Gerhart may understand the err of his ways...The man seemed to be cycling into madness since the capture of this beautiful elf woman. He had served beside Gerhart as well, his redemption would come as well.

He would wait now, wait for her to awaken, and be fully rested.
The the questioning, and the path to redemption for her would begin soon. He could not promise her it would be enjoyable......that was too much to ask....

Alessandra · Babbling Loony Joined: 30 Dec 2003 Posts: 2650

Alessandra groaned as she slowly woke up and looked around. Her head throbbed in pain, and slowly the memories of what had happened came back to her. She looked around her small cell and her heart beat quickened but she let out a breath of relief when she realized that no one else was in the room.

She looked down at the robe she was wearing and wondered where her other robe and armor had gone. She shivered and blushed, thankful that Drayden had at least allowed her the dignity of a robe. She looked around the room and noticed her satchel. She quickly summoned a pixie and asked her to go and bring her any regents that might be in her satchel. The pixie disappered into the satchel and came back with one single black pearl. Sighing heavily Alessandra thanked the pixie. She should have known better... Drayden would know better. He had been her teacher and her lover and he knew she was a mage. What he did not know is that she had aquired new knowledge... spellweaving.

She thought through her spells and though none could get her out of the cell, there was one that would help things a little... She summoned another pixie and removed one of the sparkling sapphire earrings that Mave would know belonged to her and whispered a message for the pixie to deliver. A'maelamin, amin hiraetha. Uuma dela Tessa sina ten' amin tenna' ento lye omenta. Amin caela n'noa manke amin naa. I'quelin Mori'Quessier naa ba Mori'Quessir. Amin mela lle.

Alessandra watched as the pixie flew out of the house and slumped back down in the corner, trying to get comfortable on the hard stone floor. She closed her eyes against the tears and whispered... Fly safe my little friend... fly true...
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Toni/Gwyn/Dae ‎(11:22 AM):
well I was doing Beo, but he annoyed me lol

[09:37] Leshok: i think dancing is like sex, don't let one bad partner ruin it for the rest of your life

Alessandra · Babbling Loony Joined: 30 Dec 2003 Posts: 2650

After what seemed like hours, Alessandra heard the scuff of a boot on the stone floor outside of her cell and slowly opened her eyes. As her eyes focused she overheard some whispering so she moved slowly towards the door of her cell, hoping she would over hear something to her advantage. She stumbled a bit and the whispering came to an abrupt end and the footsteps came closer. She looked up and her breath caught a bit as the very familiar sapphire eyes looked back at her. Alessandra took a deep breath and looked forward at the wall, swallowing hard to remain calm. Finally after a few minutes of silence Drayden opened the cell door and stepped back. "Can we talk Alessandra? I wish to talk as friends... to explain myself. All I ask is that you listen to me... Alessandra looked over at Drayden with distrust and hurt, but finally after a few moments she got to her feet and walked slowly towards the cell door and out into what appeared to be a large room. Drayden reached gently for her hand but she pulled away from him quickly, her eyes narrowing in anger. Drayden looked at her again with his cold sapphire eyes and spoke in a low tone.."I hope I can trust you enough to untie your binds..." Alessandra's cheeks flushed with anger but she nodded her head slowly and extended her hands towards Drayden for him to release her binds. Once the binds were released she rubbed her wrists, painful from the rope burns she had aquired on her delicate skin and casually looked around towards the door and the windows. Drayden turned toward the stairs and spoke in a low even voice "The building is secure, I assure you. Come... I had Ollo prepare us a meal upstairs."

Sighing softly Alessandra followed Drayden up to a room where a small dinner was laid out. The sight of the fresh cheese and warm bread made Alessandra's stomach grumble, but Alessandra looked at Drayden with hurt and confusion, and Drayden began to speak..."I dont ask for you to accept what I did Alessandra. I know how it must seem to you." Alessandra held up her hand and her cheeks flushed with anger as she began to speak..[i]" No Drayden... you do not know. You do not know anything. You and your "friends"... you have brought pain and suffering to the city of Vesper and likely have caused many deaths of innocent people." For hours Alessandra and Drayden went back and forth, each arguing their points and neither one accepting the others view. Alessandra continued to defend the idea of bringing about law and order to those in Sosaria that needed it. Drayden accusing her of dishonoring not only what she once believed in, but her heritage and her mother. Alessandra never felt rage like this. The things that Drayden accused her of.. the things he accused Mave of. It was all she could do to not raise her hand to the drow standing in front of her, the face she once loved now the face of a man she wished had stayed dead. How could he defend this militia, that condoned kidnapping, enslaving and bringing chaos to an innocent city? This was not the Drayden she had learned from and he was certainly not the Drayden she had loved so many years ago.

At the end of the evening he removed his cloak... one he had worn for so many years... one that once held such meaning. Alessandra wanted to throw it on the ground but she took it with her, having an idea already of what she wanted to do with the cloak. Alessandra walked down to the door and waited for Drayden to return her belongings. She looked through the things and after a quick calculation decided everything was accounted for. Drayden walked her to the door and Alessandra quickly looked around and memorized the location and threw the cloak on the ground and with a few words lit it on fire and recalled home, but did not go inside.

Instead she made her way next door to Mave's keep and knocked on the front door. A servant came to the door and upon seeing her standing there shivering and her face bruised, ushered her quickly inside. The servant showed her to the sitting room and said she would send word to Mave that she had returned to Dark Cove. Alessandra nodded and waited curled up on Mave's couch, knowing that sleep would not come to her until she saw Mave.
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Ken: I don't put anything in my mouth I don't intend on swallowing...

Ken: I put it any way I want to, cause that is the kind of man I am...

Toni/Gwyn/Dae ‎(11:22 AM):
well I was doing Beo, but he annoyed me lol

[09:37] Leshok: i think dancing is like sex, don't let one bad partner ruin it for the rest of your life

Ollo the Barkeep · Visitor Joined: 19 Nov 2007 Posts: 7

Intentions as they are often misplaced can be found in the most hidden of places...

Ollo had been a forest child of Vesper as long as he had had memories. As of late, those memories had been empty. Thoughts of killing himself had come to mind. Dark thoughts and temptations had crossed him. Vesper, the once perfect City of Bridges had become, the City of Trials...

...a brother...dead by shadow wraith hands.
...a brother...killed for 10 gold.
...a brother...a paid messenger.
...a brother...lost, long dead for 10 gold.

He had tried to bare the burden. He worked his days and nights...where ever he could pour a drink. Vesper had always been his home. Now things were different. Things had to change.

Blood had been spilt of Vesperians on Vesper land. Curtiousy from invaders could be tolarated, but never excepted as law. So he joined...
...so he leaked what information he could. He did it all for Vesper. He chose a side.

He heard of kidnappings and hostages. He knew better.
He heard of truths, turned to lies.
He read propaganda from both sides, but still he believed that Vesper was as good before as it was now.
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He told her of her everything, as he saw it.
He did not expect her to listen.
He told her one truth, "He would die, for what he believed in."

...and he would.
...he left with a war cry.
...and he whistled.

(Ollo will fight on tuesday. And he will most likely die. He has no combat skill. He was always a bartender at the corner bar. He has gotten in over his head. As of now, he is the character I have enjoyed playing the most, because he was a not-extra special. Just a person, stuck and made a stand. Salut, Ollo! ....

I will miss you.)

*raises pitchfork in defence of Vesper*