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The Guild of Villains

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Aphelion: /* Membership */

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|led_by = [[Harland]]
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== Following Description / FINFO: ==
The Guild of Villains is a group whose goal is to take over the world
through schemes, trickery, and deceit. Their leaders short attention
span and addiction to candy might get in their way.
 

== Notes:==
* The first to worship Harland was [[Cremini]].

== Membership==
Hum [ Demigod ] [[Harland]], Plots, Schemes, and Candy. Inquire within
Hum [ Ra:20 Sh:30 ] [[Cremini]] compost: great for growing! |Kuroth Envoy|
Hum [ Sh:30 Ra:30 ] [[Portobello]], Marquis d'Aerie
Hum [ Ra:27 Ma:30 ] [[Ort]], Jester of the Keep
Gno [ Cl:30 Wa:30 Th:30 ] [[Marian]], President of Ghostbusters Inc. -Lap Gnome-
Dwa [ Wa:23 Cl:24 ] [[Glimmerbeard]] chamberlain of Dwarvenhold (still kinda Lost)
Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] [[Aphelion]]: Lost Kindred. Sanguine Advisor.

== Requirements for Entry ==
 
== Trivia ==

== Additional Notes ==
 
[[Category:GoV]]

Aphelion

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Aphelion: /* WHO Lists: */

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|status = Semi-Active
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[[File:Aphelion Seremela.jpg|350px|thumb|left]]
[[Category:Kindred/Vampire]]
== Mud Contributions: ==
Aphelion was an aggressive competitor in the 2014 TFC Olympics, and took 4th place in the overall individual standings. Her efforts scored 57% of [[The Lost Ones|Team Lost]]'s 3rd place finish in the overall competition. 
 

== Current Description (Feb 11, 2015) ==
A calm, closed expression casts an icy shadow over the unusually lovely
features of this soldier. Her movements hold more leonine strength than
a gazelle's grace. Lush garnet lips are barely parted by the protrusion
of sharp fangs, silvery eyes darkened to steel gray with Hunger unsated.
Her long, crimson-streaked black hair is bound in a single braid to keep
it out of her face in combat or when she Feeds.

===Dressing for the Kindred Masquerade: Dec 20, 2014===
Bright silver eyes gaze back at you from behind the mysterious barrier of a
black raven mask of suede and feathers. The beak of the mask is open, as if
in a scream of victory as she gathers the spirits of the slain. The pungent
scent of death and misery clings to the form of the entity before you and a
ghostly mist trails behind her, as if for this one night, she has become an
Incarna of the Morrigan - the Carrion Crow - in truth and not masquerade.

Aphelion has a special twinkle in her eye.
Aphelion is in perfect health.

Aphelion is using:
<used as light> (Powerful magic) (Glowing) the Rod of Magic
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Transient Glow) A Memento of Hope Lost
<worn on finger> (Moderate magic) (Glowing) (Humming) a ring of violet diamonds
<worn around neck> (Token magic) a single glossy black feather
<worn around neck> a high collar of black suede and sable feathers
<worn on body> a form-fitting gown of black velvet with a feathered bodice
<worn on head> a beaked raven mask of black leather and sable feathers
<worn on legs> (Red Aura) sheer black silk stockings
<worn on arms> long, wing-like sleeves of sable feathers
<worn about body> (Moderate magic) a feather cloak
<worn around wrist> a set of bangles
<worn around wrist> a set of bangles
<wielded> a raven's claw
<wielded off-hand> a raven's claw
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra
<worn with pride> a scarlet ribbon bearing a medallion of nickel
<worn with pride> a badge, a pin, 4 ribbons

===(02/05/14): ===
Her struggle to control a new and unbearable Thirst is written all over the
unusually lovely features of this soldier. Her lush crimson lips are parted
by the protrusion of sharp fangs, her silvery eyes darkened to an icy steel
gray. Her long, crimson-streaked black hair is bound back to keep it out of
her face and from becoming stained when she relents and slakes her Hunger.
Drawing on her military training and deeply ingrained self-discipline, she
focuses on the impossible task ahead: to turn this unwelcome Rebirth into
a useful tool or weapon, instead of the curse that has ended her bloodline
and stripped her of all that she held dear. Her hands shift restlessly at
her sides, callouses visible on her palms from her weapon haft. Impeccable
armor, carefully maintained, wards her tall frame, but here and there, the
removal of insignia has left small scars upon its surface, another sign of
what has been Lost.
 
===01/06/2014===
With eyes like the halo of frost around a silvery full moon, the woman
before you has an icy calm and reserve that is almost unsettling. Her
demeanor is that of one born to privilege - and you can almost hear an
father's regretful, almost mournful tone: 'If only she had been born a
man!' Her piercing gaze sees through facades and self-illusion as she
might through cold morning dew, through challenges and deceptions like
the movement of pieces upon an inlaid chess board and through flattery
and seduction like the scant veil of an oathbreaking nun. Her hair is
arranged into a noblewoman's coronet, an intricate arrangement of ebon
strands, twin streaks of scarlet from her temples drawing your eye. To
underestimate her as simply a woman of means, however, would be error:
Her posture has the composed strength of one as capable in the courts,
be it Cillidellia or D'Or D'Terraithe, as on the blood-soaked field of
honor or glory.

== WHO Lists: ==
01/07/14 - Hum [ Cl: 8 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/13/14 - Hum [ Ra: 9 Cl: 9 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/17/14 - Hum [ Tg: 9 Cl: 9 Ra: 9 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/20/14 - Hum [ Cl:12 Tg:12 Ra:12 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
01/25/14 - Hum [ Cl:17 Ra:15 Tg:15 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
01/27/14 - Hum [ Ra:17 Cl:18 Tg:15 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
02/03/14 - Hum [ Cl:22 Tg:18 Ra:18 ] Aphelion has Lost her family name.
03/02/14 - Hum [ Tg:25 Ra:25 Cl:25 ] Aphelion has lost more than her family name
04/29/14 - Hum [ Ra:28 Cl:29 Tg:28 ] Aphelion: so much Lost, so much Gained
06/18/14 - Hum [ Ra:29 Cl:30 Tg:29 ] Aphelion: so much Lost..
06/20/14 - Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion: so much Lost..
09/01/16 - Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion hides nary a sin. Kindred. Lost.
12/02/17 - Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion: Lost Kindred. Sanguine Advisor.
 

== Character History: ==
===Part I===
It is not the endless repetition of my tutors that was the musical score of my childhood – it was the cadence of marching feet and the calling of drills that echoed through the courtyard of the manor. Father took his duties as a captain of the Kayrron Guard seriously and the men at arms of our household were put through their paces no less rigorously than those of the city. As soon as I could hold a stick, I would mimic them from the balcony of my chamber, which had a bird’s eye view of their movements – far more interesting than practicing embroidery or canning preserves. Father indulged me, so long as my instructors gave me good marks, once bragging to a friend that I was a more apt student than most of his two-year cadets. 

After his service to the guard was up, Father could have become a condottieri, but instead, decided to continue his service to Kayrron, as an ambassador. Cookery and the laying in of herbs were replaced with geography and language. We left behind the safety of our manor and moved in different circles: glittering courts with bright flowers and stalking creatures, intrigues and shadow dealings. I learned to wear the plumage and blend in with the other doves, despite a hawk’s heart, all while using my eyes to see and my ears to hear that which would assist my father in his negotiations. Hated lessons in dance mingled with memorizing the lineage of the Great Houses and the proper placement of forks -- and daggers. Whispers followed, of course – the false pity for a girl with a mother lost in childbirth, dragged about by a father more accustomed to the field of honor than the field of politics. I learned to ignore it; those lessons would prove handy. 

Years passed; my world was my father and my governess, Shuvalriel, and our travels. I saw the gleaming spires of Cillidellia, travelled the ancient roads of the North, picked mushrooms in caves beneath dwarven cities, listened silently and veiled in vast deserts, knelt in prayer beneath a night sky, and learned of the One I would accept as my deity. Shuvalriel was pleased when I pledged to Onieros, dark Father of Dreams to the Drow elves. Her schooling in her native tongue had been peppered with ritual songs and tales of adventure. 

I noticed first; the paleness to his features. The way that Father’s breath would sometimes catch unexpectedly during moments of exertion. His pace had slowed; it was to be expected, given the weight that soldiering buries deep in the bones. In his advanced years, old wounds pained him more, but this was something else, something more pernicious. None of the remedies in any of the lands we had travelled gave him comfort. I hired sages and priests to no avail; none could cure him, only ease the pain somewhat. 

We returned to the manor in Kayrron for the first time in a decade and I sought out the oldest shelves of the library, seeking some mention of anything that could stave off this malady. There, I found a whisper of it: the blood of the Kindred was rumored to be a cure for any ailment. While Kindred were not uncommon in Kayrron, a recent edict by the Prince had sent them all into hiding, upon threat of meeting the sun – it appears his Highness had not appreciated the attentions of his favorite paramour being distracted by their presence. I would have to seek them elsewhere. 

This is my quest; to find the cure. 
 
----
 
===Part II===
'''Excerpt from the Court Record, Kayrron Archivist''' 
Appended to Familia Seremela Annotation, Winter Moon, 23rd Year of the Reign of Arcon the Just 
Word has been received from the Frontier Lands that the last living scion of House Seremela has passed. As Ambassador Seremela left no other heir, his estates and holdings will be held in trust by the Crown until an acknowledged member of the lineage may be found. 
 
'''Personal Notes, Kayrron Archivist''' 
'While it cannot enter the Records of the Court, the attached is documented for historical purposes. - A.' 
 
''"Honored Lady Albertha -'' 
''I must first start this missive with my thanks for all that you have done for my House, my revered Father, and myself. Your tireless research was invaluable, even though my own search was fruitless. The cure was found, but its cost was that which I hoped most to guard. It is, in truth, the sanguis mortis that might have saved my Father; a cure which he has long refused, when first we entertained that possibility. It is a bittersweet agony that within my breast, I now hold both cure and damnation. In its pursuit, a moment's civility became my undoing. I am mortal no more; a Kindred's thirst wracks me and the Queen of Night and Shadow commands my loyalty as my Maker, not the Head of my House or my Crown. I fear that this news will be the death of my Father. Better that he should think me lost on my journey, than this. I praythee, seal this record until after his death. By the laws of my beloved Kayrron, I cannot inherit. I have found some hint of remnants of an ancient line of House Seremela here in the Outlands, but both are broken women who have renounced all of who they are, or are in a state of unknowing. Let it pass to the matrilineal line, if an Heir can be found.'' 
''With all my respect, '' 
''I remain eternally,'' 
''Aphelion Morwen Elizabeth Seremela"'' 
 
----
 
===Part III ===
 
It appears that I am unique amongst the Queen's Chylder - the sole product of Her frenzy. All others were created with deliberation, or in moments of tenderness or passion. I think it likely the cause of Her distance: I am a badge of shame. My presence is a reminder of the depths to which She fell, violating my consent to the deepest extent possible. 
 
As clear as the sun, I recall Her standing some distance away, arms folded, watching me writhe and scream out my life upon the cold stone floor. 
"This is the part I hate," she murmured to her lover as I succumbed. No words of comfort, of guidance, but simply annoyance. 
Since that moment, I have not had a moment's kindness from Her; only duty. I am a true-born Seremela, a veteran of the Six League War, and my father's daughter - I will not grovel for Her attention. Never has our Bond been one of openness and communion; it is no welcoming archway, but a barred gate, through which I can see what might have been. Few of the Lost acknowledge my existence, although the Eldest knows that I am his to command. Little Eluch, hag-ridden and cursed, is only a shadow of the playful boy that teased and trusted in those early days. Mayhem, thankfully, is gone; at least I need not hear his tormenting mockery. The rest I give what is required by duty and courtesy and no more. I avoid Her temple, and instead prowl the Night in solitude, just as I mastered my Thirst in solitude, sweating blood, my jaw clenched against the inferno of need within. 
I have no use for most others, though from time to time, there are those who pique my interest. Bright motes of color amidst the shadow, drawing the eye and the attention for a moment, then fading away with their brief, butterfly lives. I prefer the stillness and the cold over the fire and fervor of humanity, with its tempting blood. I am not one of those who can live amongst them, savoring the torment of their nearness. I am proud to say that I have taken only those who face me in combat, who have a fighting chance. Never an innocent and never in the fervor of passion, but with the same regard and respect I gave those who stood against me upon the field of battle. 
I have found a place where I can rest unmolested, letting the siren call of Night flow over me without disturbing my torpor. The gravekeeper is paid well to keep away the curious, and if I become a bedtime story mothers tell their children to keep them fearful of and safe from that which the Moon reveals, well, so much the better. May Onieros grant them sweeter dreams than mine. 

== Trivia: ==
* Aphelion is the fifth vampire created by [[DarkClaw]]
* Aphelion is the topic of two pieces written for the 50 Shades of Sanguinity. One was published, one was not.

===Fifty Shades of Sanguinity: Lady Bright===
She is my Ebon Valkyrie / I'd die so she could come for me 
A warrior maiden, strong and proud, / Of whose praise I'll e're sing loud 
Of noble mien and family / Forever she's a sight to see 
 
Sweet Sappho's kiss our love illume / Then we'd leap the lover's broom 
I'd clasp her to my curving breast / And woo her to 'til we made a nest 
Just she and I, our limbs entwine / Her fangs in me would be divine 
 
Her locks entangled in mine own / We'd never, ever, be alone 
Hunting from sun down to rise / Then nestled in between her thighs 
We'd sleep the sleep of sweetly damned | And never bear the touch of man 
 
Aphelion, oh lady bright / I beg you bring me to the Night 
Let my blood enrich your vein / Let it sweet your full lips stain 
Then bid me rise by your Command / And at your side, forever stand 
 
Oh Lady-mine, oh love so pure / There's naught for you I'd not endure 
I swear to you, my heart is true / I'd give my life to be with you. 
We, like Janus, bound as one / Until immortal life has run 
 
===Fifty Shades of Sanguinity: The Guardian Angel of Riverhold===
Surely, I am cursed to hell, because I did nothing but watch while she drank him dry. I stared from the shadows of the doorway of Kaleb’s shop – from her challenge, to their fight, to her feeding. I should have done something – at the very least spoke up for a fellow Warden. But I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. She was a vision of pale marble. Dressed like a soldier but with the hips of a woman, she handled herself well in the fight, besting poor Ralf with relative ease. She overpowered him, knocking aside his sword with ease, and with those delicate hands, caught a handful of hair and forced his neck to the side. She whispered something to him – urgent and intense - her face creased with anguish, and then struck, like a lioness on a gazelle. He just stood there and let her do it, terror in his rolling eyes. It took longer than I thought. Longer than it takes to drain a pint at the Lemming. When she was done, she laid him down gently. Folded his arms over his chest, all proper like. Then she knelt beside him, laid her hand atop his hands, and prayed. Fire swept up and took him. She stayed kneeling the whole time he burned – the flames have to have scorched her - but it was over in a blink. 

When she rose up, it was like that cold statue had come to life. Her lips were like cherries and her cheeks soft and warm, not ivory stone. Though she still walked with a soldier’s strength, there was a sway to it, hypnotic and beautiful. I whispered a prayer to the patron of warriors, Solanthas himself, that she not see me there. Stepping over to the well, she washed her face and hands, slicking them back through her hair to draw it from her face. Even her tits looked softer, more round, now, like plump handfuls swelling beneath her mail. My hands closed, without a single thought, aching to hold them. 

I followed her from a very cautious distance as she walked the entire town, just barely keeping her in sight. I almost drew my sword when I peeked through a window and saw her leaning over a cradle in one apple picker's hut, but all she did was brush back the child's hair and kiss its brow, like a guardian angel. All night, I followed her. She entered every home. Checked on every child. And she wasn't just seeing if they were hurt - no, she was looking to see did the house have food. Was there a toy, even one as simple as a carved doll. Had they bathed that week? Then at each, she bent over and gave them all a kiss of blessing. 

Beautiful and deadly and yet somehow, tender and kind as well... Or she was in that moment. It became less so, when she stalked down the leafy path by the river. The bandit captain never saw her coming, only the widening of his second's eyes to give the alarm before her mace crushed his skull. 

== Player Provided Information: ==
 
== Personal Timeline: ==
01/06/14: Aphelion is created: '''[[A Solider Takes The Field]]''' 
01/08/14: '''[[Aphelion meets Venom]]''' again. 
01/20/14: Aphelion swears personal fealty to [[Venom]] for a year and a day: '''[[Aphelion is Squired]]''' 
01/21/14: Aphelion is attacked by [[Ort]] and harassed by [[Sagan]] when she responds with silence. Sagan says (in common), 'Aphelion's not talking much, her mouth is probably full. :('. As an unaligned, the Rule of Three is not honored, having not been requested in advance. 
01/25/14: Aphelion is slain by [[Ort]]. Determined to put this shame behind her, she gains nine ascensions in the next 36 hours. 
01/28/14: Aphelion is slain by [[Zephyr]]. 
01/30/14: Upon hearing of Aphelion's failures in combat, '''[[Venom Gives a Scolding]]'''. 
02/03/14: Against her will, Aphelion is Turned by [[DarkClaw]] when she makes the mistake of offering the out-of-control vampire a blood oath, after her term of service is abruptly ended by [[Venom|Mayhem]]: '''[[Aphelion's End]]''' 
02/05/14: Aphelion fights to learn: '''[[To Control Her Thirst]]''' 
'''[[02/08/14]]''': Aphelion wins the Olympic Rings Scavenger Hunt, with some assistance from [[Belsambar]] with the Black Ring. She spends time speaking with Eluch and training herself to control her Thirst. 
02/09/14: Aphelion enters the Olympic Haiku, but does not place: Battle lines are drawn / Pawns facing across a board / Who will win today? She meets Ghazkull for the first time. '''[[Kindred Meets Kindred]]''' 
'''[[02/12/2014|02/12/14]]''': Aphelion meets Arn. 
02/25/14: [[Tynian]] announces the final standings, and Aphelion takes fourth place in the overall. Her efforts help push Team Lost to the Bronze Medal, with 57% of their total score coming from Aphelion's contributions. 
06/20/14: At the request of [[Nicholai|The Eldest]], Aphelion seeks and obtains her final Ascension, witnessed by [[DarkClaw]] and [[Orpik]]. 
'''[[09-22-2014|09/22/14]]''' Foghair seeks to learn what lies behind Aphelion's mask. 
'''[[10-15-2014|10/15/14]]:''' Venom refers to [[Ghazkull]] as 'the traitor' and Aphelion seeks to learn why. 
'''[[11-17-2014|11/17/14]]:''' Aphelion realizes there is something awry with [[Eluch]] and gains counsel on Venom's claim of continued fealty. 
12/20/14: Aphelion attends '''[[The Kindred Masquerade Ball]].''' 
 
07/15/15: Aphelion is attacked thrice by [[Ghazkull]] in an attempt to complete one of the requirements of Wyld for his Triat Mastery Quest. He is unsuccessful. 
07/17/15: The Triat Initiate provides an explanation for his attacks, and acquiesces to Aphelion's required act of contrition: '''[[Ghazkull's Contrition]]''' 
 
'''[[09-07-2016|09/01/16]]:''' Aphelion discusses Hunger with the '''[[Nicholai|Eldest]]'''. 

== Player Information: ==

Asterius

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Aphelion: /* Trivia: */

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== Mud Contributions: ==
 
Eternal sassiness.

Ok, not much yet. But someday!

== Current Description: ==
 
Asterius wags his tail slowly, trying to decide if you are friend or foe.
Tall and strong, like many of his kind, he turns his attention your way.
You start to think perhaps drawing his eye may not be the best of ideas.
Peering out from under a sturdy helm, his eyes blaze with hunger. Asterius
licks his lips and winces. A slow trail of blood slides down his lower lip
and onto his chin. He tugs off a glove and uses his fingers to scoop up the
blood, swirling his tongue around his fingers to get every last drop.

"Not quite used to the new teeth...", he growls.

"Pain."

"Blood."

"Hungry!"

Dropping his glove to the ground he lets out an unnatural hiss as his
eyeteeth lengthen and gazes fixedly at your throat. 

== Past descriptions ==
 
Asterius wags his tail slowly, trying to decide if you are friend or foe.
Tall and strong, like many of his kind, he turns his attention your way.
You start to think perhaps drawing his eye may not be the best of ideas.
Peering out from under a sturdy helm, his eyes blaze with hunger. Asterius
licks his lips and winces. A slow trail of blood slides down his lower lip
and onto his chin. He tugs off a glove and uses his fingers to scoop up the
blood, swirling his tongue around his fingers to get every last drop.

"Not quite used to the new teeth...", he growls.

"Pain."

"Blood."

"Hungry!"

Dropping his glove to the ground he rolls forward towards you like a
juggernaut, power in motion. An unnatural hiss comes from his mouth as
his eyeteeth lengthen and he reaches both hands out for the sides of your
throat.

== WHO Lists: ==
 
Min [ Wa:19 ] Asterius lost his billy goat, have you seen it?

== Character History: ==
Asterius grew up an orphan. It explains so much...
 
== Trivia: ==
* Asterius is a [[Kindred (Vampires)|Kindred]], embraced by [[DarkClaw]].
* Asterius is the topic of a story found in 50 Shades of Sanguinity.
 

== Player Provided Information: ==
 
== Personal Timeline: ==
 
== Player Information: ==

Kindred Meets Kindred

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Aphelion:

[[Category:Logs]]
[[Category:Kindred]]
[[Category:RP]]

Meeting Ghazkull - Log by Aphelion

5 players.
Elf [ Ma:23 Ra:20 ] Ghazkull Mahsong, Heartbringer restored, Fate/Almond
Hum [ Ra:18 Tg:18 Cl:25 ] Aphelion has lost more than her family name
Elf [ Ma:25 ] Rhyvn Hutt's adopted daughter. Lil' Sis. Student!
Gno [ Wa: 5 Cl:11 ] Hinkflink Twistnozzle of the Nexus
Hel [ Ra:30 Th:30 Cl:30 ] Bomrir.

Aphelion tells Ghazkull, '*bow* Greetings, Chylder of the Lady...I wish that we had met other other circumstances.'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Aphelion, 'I am confused'. 
 
Aphelion tells Ghazkull, '*with a touch of sadness* I was on a quest to gather the blood of a Kindred, to give my father some more time in his battle against an illness. I found Venom.. and that brought me to the Lady... and my present condition.'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Aphelion, 'your... present... condition?'. 
 
Aphelion tells Ghazkull, '*shortly* The Lady turned me. Against my will.'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Aphelion, '*blink* My Sister did?'. 
 
Aphelion tells Ghazkull, 'she did'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Aphelion, '*exasperatedly* I... She has never turned somebody against their will...'. 
 
Aphelion tells Ghazkull, 'I assure you, my fist against her face was not enough to dissuade her.'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Aphelion, 'although she has not been the same since she returned. Well, what's done is done, I suppose... How goes the quest to save your father?'. 
 
Aphelion tells Ghazkull, '*quietly* .. Ended the moment my life did. Vampires cannot inherit in Kayrron, and that is why he wished to hold on to life. I am.. was.. his sole heir. Hearing of this will kill him.'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Aphelion, '*choosing his words carefully*, There may be a way out...'. 
 
Aphelion tells Ghazkull, '*sharply* What?!'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Aphelion, 'Shortly after his Daughter helped me complete my change, the Sahib.... sorry, the Lord Seraph came to me'. 
 
Aphelion tells Ghazkull, '*snarls* HIM?!'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Aphelion, 'He said that there was a way for him to reverse the change if I so desired it'. 
 
Aphelion tells Ghazkull, 'He encouraged her to do it. Told me to enjoy my death.'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Aphelion, '*snorts disdainfully* Truly the actions of a 'good' immortal, wouldn't you agree?'. 
 
Aphelion tells Ghazkull, '*snarls wordlessly, her anger overcoming any sense.*'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Aphelion, 'I thought I would mention it, if you were turned against your will then you should know that there may be an option for you'. 
 
Aphelion tells Ghazkull, '*bow* While I appreciate the information.. that HE is the source taints it beyond all possibility of acceptance. He is nearly as much cause of my death as She was. All that I had is gone.'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Aphelion, 'if it is any consolation, I too would not have chosen this for myself, it was more a case of neccessity'. 
 
Aphelion tells Ghazkull, '"Do it, Star! Turn her!" .. those words will echo into the centuries for me. He and his are my enemy.'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Aphelion, '*blink* I have never liked him, I tolerate him for his daughters sake, were it not for Sami, I....'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Aphelion, '*concernedly* How are you finding the... Thirst?'. 
 
Aphelion tells Ghazkull, '*snarls softly* I... *she falls silent, not wanting to admit her weakness* '. 
 
Ghazkull tells Aphelion, '*nods understandingly*, I am here if you need someone to talk to, although I know of at least one of your... brethren, would find it the deepest Heresy'. 
 
Aphelion tells Ghazkull, 'Who? I am in Wintermeet, if you wish to speak in person. . . I must rest a moment'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Aphelion, 'Venom *the word is spat with as much coldness and distaste as is possible from a mortal*'. 
 
Aphelion tells Ghazkull,'Ah. Well. He is... elsewhere... at this time, if I am understanding rightly. Something about a Lich taking over. Possessed? Something along those lines?'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Aphelion, '*snorts* so Mayhem has made himself known again'. 
 
Aphelion tells Ghazkull,'Yes. I think that's what they called him.'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Aphelion, 'Seraph was supposed to have seperated the two, or so I believed. Venom considers me a traitor both to the Lost and to the Kindred'. 
 
Aphelion tells Ghazkull, '*raises a brow* I am beginning to see that counting on that one for any purpose is unwise... even keeping a sworn word... meaning Seraph.'. 
 
Aphelion tells Ghazkull, 'as for Venom ... I was oathed to him for a year and a day of service, in exchange for a small amount of his blood. Mayhem dismissed me from his service'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Aphelion, 'I know, although I personally wouldn't trust Venoms word as far as I could throw it'. 
 
Aphelion tells Ghazkull, '*with slight unease* Mayhem has sworn to see me bonded to him in some way, through trickery or force if need be. The Lady has forbidden it. What would be the cause of such a desire or need on his part? Have you any idea?'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Aphelion, 'I know not what makes him tick, you are not a young female anymore so it can't be that...'. 
 
Aphelion tells Ghazkull, '*dryly* I am twenty one. Not so old as all that.'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Aphelion, '*apologetically* I did not mean to cause offense, I merely meant that you are too old for Venoms... Perversions would be the best word I think'. 
 
Aphelion tells Ghazkull, 'Ah. Yes. Those. I am aware of them. I am indeed, too old for his predilections .'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Aphelion, 'Predilection! That was the word I was looking for. Indeed, it is one of the reasons I am no longer one of the lost'. 
 
Aphelion tells Ghazkull, 'Your pardon. I will need to be focusing on defending myself shortly. Palin will come and attack me.'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Aphelion, '*nods* of course!'. 
 
Aphelion tells Ghazkull, 'I.. I would enjoy speaking to you more, and learning from you. The Lady made me and has taught me nothing since.'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Aphelion, 'A problem that we have both had to face'. 
 
Aphelion tells Ghazkull, 'I am trying to .. to tame it.. by forcing it out a few more hours or days each time.'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Aphelion, 'that is... unwise. While I understand your reasons, I was much the same. There will come a time where you are unable to control it and you will no longer be yourself until it is slaked'. 
 
Aphelion tells Ghazkull, '*ruefully* this I have discovered'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Aphelion, 'I put it off for so long, I nearly faded... I was saved by two immortals and made to promise never to let myself get into that state again'. 
 
Aphelion tells Ghazkull, 'I have gone as long as a week... but only the once. I cannot bear to be around injured mortals yet'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Aphelion, 'I sometimes feel as though I am wearing nose-plugs, I see people in various states of injury and the blood hardly affects me... Show me an injured Samiyah, however... it takes all of my self control to remain calm'. 
 
Aphelion tells Ghazkull, '*fervently* May Onieros bless me to reach that level of indifference... and soon...'. 
 
Aphelion tells Ghazkull, 'Who or what is Samiyah?'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Aphelion, 'Samiyah is the one who aided my turn. She is Seraphs daughter'. 
 
Aphelion tells Ghazkull, 'Ah. I had no such aid. I was sent out to find my own prey.'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Aphelion, 'She came to me and offered her blood, though not from her body, to help me complete my change. The cup I drink from was the vessel used. Although now, we are bonded'. 
 
Aphelion tells Ghazkull, '*nods*... did you force her to bond, as Mayhem wishes? '. 
 
Ghazkull tells Aphelion, 'I did not force her. She was insistent. Then we took it slightly too far, and bonded by way of the three-fold bond, which Angered Seraph immensely'. 
 
Aphelion tells Ghazkull, 'Like father like daughter? *raises a brow*'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Aphelion, 'I do not regret the bond, it sustains me when we are apart, I do regret that it was done in a way that angers Seraph, as He punishes her relentlessly, torments and publicly humiliates her'. 
 
Aphelion tells Ghazkull, 'Hm.'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Aphelion, 'and I feel impotent that I am unable to do anything. That is my damnation'. 
Ghazkull tells Aphelion, 'I must depart, the outworld is calling me'. 
 
Aphelion tells Ghazkull, 'be well'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Aphelion, 'if you see my Sister, please tell her I said hello'. 
 
Aphelion tells Ghazkull, 'I will relay the message'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Aphelion, '*bow* It has been nice speaking with you, if you wish to continue the discussion at some point, feel free to send me a message'. 
 
Aphelion tells Ghazkull, 'It would be a pleasure to speak more another time'.

Aphelion

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Aphelion: /* Fifty Shades of Sanguinity: The Guardian Angel of Riverhold */

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[[Category:Kindred/Vampire]]
== Mud Contributions: ==
Aphelion was an aggressive competitor in the 2014 TFC Olympics, and took 4th place in the overall individual standings. Her efforts scored 57% of [[The Lost Ones|Team Lost]]'s 3rd place finish in the overall competition. 
 

== Current Description (Feb 11, 2015) ==
A calm, closed expression casts an icy shadow over the unusually lovely
features of this soldier. Her movements hold more leonine strength than
a gazelle's grace. Lush garnet lips are barely parted by the protrusion
of sharp fangs, silvery eyes darkened to steel gray with Hunger unsated.
Her long, crimson-streaked black hair is bound in a single braid to keep
it out of her face in combat or when she Feeds.

===Dressing for the Kindred Masquerade: Dec 20, 2014===
Bright silver eyes gaze back at you from behind the mysterious barrier of a
black raven mask of suede and feathers. The beak of the mask is open, as if
in a scream of victory as she gathers the spirits of the slain. The pungent
scent of death and misery clings to the form of the entity before you and a
ghostly mist trails behind her, as if for this one night, she has become an
Incarna of the Morrigan - the Carrion Crow - in truth and not masquerade.

Aphelion has a special twinkle in her eye.
Aphelion is in perfect health.

Aphelion is using:
<used as light> (Powerful magic) (Glowing) the Rod of Magic
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Transient Glow) A Memento of Hope Lost
<worn on finger> (Moderate magic) (Glowing) (Humming) a ring of violet diamonds
<worn around neck> (Token magic) a single glossy black feather
<worn around neck> a high collar of black suede and sable feathers
<worn on body> a form-fitting gown of black velvet with a feathered bodice
<worn on head> a beaked raven mask of black leather and sable feathers
<worn on legs> (Red Aura) sheer black silk stockings
<worn on arms> long, wing-like sleeves of sable feathers
<worn about body> (Moderate magic) a feather cloak
<worn around wrist> a set of bangles
<worn around wrist> a set of bangles
<wielded> a raven's claw
<wielded off-hand> a raven's claw
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra
<worn with pride> a scarlet ribbon bearing a medallion of nickel
<worn with pride> a badge, a pin, 4 ribbons

===(02/05/14): ===
Her struggle to control a new and unbearable Thirst is written all over the
unusually lovely features of this soldier. Her lush crimson lips are parted
by the protrusion of sharp fangs, her silvery eyes darkened to an icy steel
gray. Her long, crimson-streaked black hair is bound back to keep it out of
her face and from becoming stained when she relents and slakes her Hunger.
Drawing on her military training and deeply ingrained self-discipline, she
focuses on the impossible task ahead: to turn this unwelcome Rebirth into
a useful tool or weapon, instead of the curse that has ended her bloodline
and stripped her of all that she held dear. Her hands shift restlessly at
her sides, callouses visible on her palms from her weapon haft. Impeccable
armor, carefully maintained, wards her tall frame, but here and there, the
removal of insignia has left small scars upon its surface, another sign of
what has been Lost.
 
===01/06/2014===
With eyes like the halo of frost around a silvery full moon, the woman
before you has an icy calm and reserve that is almost unsettling. Her
demeanor is that of one born to privilege - and you can almost hear an
father's regretful, almost mournful tone: 'If only she had been born a
man!' Her piercing gaze sees through facades and self-illusion as she
might through cold morning dew, through challenges and deceptions like
the movement of pieces upon an inlaid chess board and through flattery
and seduction like the scant veil of an oathbreaking nun. Her hair is
arranged into a noblewoman's coronet, an intricate arrangement of ebon
strands, twin streaks of scarlet from her temples drawing your eye. To
underestimate her as simply a woman of means, however, would be error:
Her posture has the composed strength of one as capable in the courts,
be it Cillidellia or D'Or D'Terraithe, as on the blood-soaked field of
honor or glory.

== WHO Lists: ==
01/07/14 - Hum [ Cl: 8 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/13/14 - Hum [ Ra: 9 Cl: 9 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/17/14 - Hum [ Tg: 9 Cl: 9 Ra: 9 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/20/14 - Hum [ Cl:12 Tg:12 Ra:12 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
01/25/14 - Hum [ Cl:17 Ra:15 Tg:15 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
01/27/14 - Hum [ Ra:17 Cl:18 Tg:15 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
02/03/14 - Hum [ Cl:22 Tg:18 Ra:18 ] Aphelion has Lost her family name.
03/02/14 - Hum [ Tg:25 Ra:25 Cl:25 ] Aphelion has lost more than her family name
04/29/14 - Hum [ Ra:28 Cl:29 Tg:28 ] Aphelion: so much Lost, so much Gained
06/18/14 - Hum [ Ra:29 Cl:30 Tg:29 ] Aphelion: so much Lost..
06/20/14 - Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion: so much Lost..
09/01/16 - Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion hides nary a sin. Kindred. Lost.
 

== Character History: ==
===Part I===
It is not the endless repetition of my tutors that was the musical score of my childhood – it was the cadence of marching feet and the calling of drills that echoed through the courtyard of the manor. Father took his duties as a captain of the Kayrron Guard seriously and the men at arms of our household were put through their paces no less rigorously than those of the city. As soon as I could hold a stick, I would mimic them from the balcony of my chamber, which had a bird’s eye view of their movements – far more interesting than practicing embroidery or canning preserves. Father indulged me, so long as my instructors gave me good marks, once bragging to a friend that I was a more apt student than most of his two-year cadets. 

After his service to the guard was up, Father could have become a condottieri, but instead, decided to continue his service to Kayrron, as an ambassador. Cookery and the laying in of herbs were replaced with geography and language. We left behind the safety of our manor and moved in different circles: glittering courts with bright flowers and stalking creatures, intrigues and shadow dealings. I learned to wear the plumage and blend in with the other doves, despite a hawk’s heart, all while using my eyes to see and my ears to hear that which would assist my father in his negotiations. Hated lessons in dance mingled with memorizing the lineage of the Great Houses and the proper placement of forks -- and daggers. Whispers followed, of course – the false pity for a girl with a mother lost in childbirth, dragged about by a father more accustomed to the field of honor than the field of politics. I learned to ignore it; those lessons would prove handy. 

Years passed; my world was my father and my governess, Shuvalriel, and our travels. I saw the gleaming spires of Cillidellia, travelled the ancient roads of the North, picked mushrooms in caves beneath dwarven cities, listened silently and veiled in vast deserts, knelt in prayer beneath a night sky, and learned of the One I would accept as my deity. Shuvalriel was pleased when I pledged to Onieros, dark Father of Dreams to the Drow elves. Her schooling in her native tongue had been peppered with ritual songs and tales of adventure. 

I noticed first; the paleness to his features. The way that Father’s breath would sometimes catch unexpectedly during moments of exertion. His pace had slowed; it was to be expected, given the weight that soldiering buries deep in the bones. In his advanced years, old wounds pained him more, but this was something else, something more pernicious. None of the remedies in any of the lands we had travelled gave him comfort. I hired sages and priests to no avail; none could cure him, only ease the pain somewhat. 

We returned to the manor in Kayrron for the first time in a decade and I sought out the oldest shelves of the library, seeking some mention of anything that could stave off this malady. There, I found a whisper of it: the blood of the Kindred was rumored to be a cure for any ailment. While Kindred were not uncommon in Kayrron, a recent edict by the Prince had sent them all into hiding, upon threat of meeting the sun – it appears his Highness had not appreciated the attentions of his favorite paramour being distracted by their presence. I would have to seek them elsewhere. 

This is my quest; to find the cure. 
 
----
 
===Part II===
'''Excerpt from the Court Record, Kayrron Archivist''' 
Appended to Familia Seremela Annotation, Winter Moon, 23rd Year of the Reign of Arcon the Just 
Word has been received from the Frontier Lands that the last living scion of House Seremela has passed. As Ambassador Seremela left no other heir, his estates and holdings will be held in trust by the Crown until an acknowledged member of the lineage may be found. 
 
'''Personal Notes, Kayrron Archivist''' 
'While it cannot enter the Records of the Court, the attached is documented for historical purposes. - A.' 
 
''"Honored Lady Albertha -'' 
''I must first start this missive with my thanks for all that you have done for my House, my revered Father, and myself. Your tireless research was invaluable, even though my own search was fruitless. The cure was found, but its cost was that which I hoped most to guard. It is, in truth, the sanguis mortis that might have saved my Father; a cure which he has long refused, when first we entertained that possibility. It is a bittersweet agony that within my breast, I now hold both cure and damnation. In its pursuit, a moment's civility became my undoing. I am mortal no more; a Kindred's thirst wracks me and the Queen of Night and Shadow commands my loyalty as my Maker, not the Head of my House or my Crown. I fear that this news will be the death of my Father. Better that he should think me lost on my journey, than this. I praythee, seal this record until after his death. By the laws of my beloved Kayrron, I cannot inherit. I have found some hint of remnants of an ancient line of House Seremela here in the Outlands, but both are broken women who have renounced all of who they are, or are in a state of unknowing. Let it pass to the matrilineal line, if an Heir can be found.'' 
''With all my respect, '' 
''I remain eternally,'' 
''Aphelion Morwen Elizabeth Seremela"'' 
 
----
 
===Part III ===
 
It appears that I am unique amongst the Queen's Chylder - the sole product of Her frenzy. All others were created with deliberation, or in moments of tenderness or passion. I think it likely the cause of Her distance: I am a badge of shame. My presence is a reminder of the depths to which She fell, violating my consent to the deepest extent possible. 
 
As clear as the sun, I recall Her standing some distance away, arms folded, watching me writhe and scream out my life upon the cold stone floor. 
"This is the part I hate," she murmured to her lover as I succumbed. No words of comfort, of guidance, but simply annoyance. 
Since that moment, I have not had a moment's kindness from Her; only duty. I am a true-born Seremela, a veteran of the Six League War, and my father's daughter - I will not grovel for Her attention. Never has our Bond been one of openness and communion; it is no welcoming archway, but a barred gate, through which I can see what might have been. Few of the Lost acknowledge my existence, although the Eldest knows that I am his to command. Little Eluch, hag-ridden and cursed, is only a shadow of the playful boy that teased and trusted in those early days. Mayhem, thankfully, is gone; at least I need not hear his tormenting mockery. The rest I give what is required by duty and courtesy and no more. I avoid Her temple, and instead prowl the Night in solitude, just as I mastered my Thirst in solitude, sweating blood, my jaw clenched against the inferno of need within. 
I have no use for most others, though from time to time, there are those who pique my interest. Bright motes of color amidst the shadow, drawing the eye and the attention for a moment, then fading away with their brief, butterfly lives. I prefer the stillness and the cold over the fire and fervor of humanity, with its tempting blood. I am not one of those who can live amongst them, savoring the torment of their nearness. I am proud to say that I have taken only those who face me in combat, who have a fighting chance. Never an innocent and never in the fervor of passion, but with the same regard and respect I gave those who stood against me upon the field of battle. 
I have found a place where I can rest unmolested, letting the siren call of Night flow over me without disturbing my torpor. The gravekeeper is paid well to keep away the curious, and if I become a bedtime story mothers tell their children to keep them fearful of and safe from that which the Moon reveals, well, so much the better. May Onieros grant them sweeter dreams than mine. 

== Trivia: ==
* Aphelion is the fifth vampire created by [[DarkClaw]]
* Aphelion is the topic of two pieces written for the 50 Shades of Sanguinity. One was published, one was not.

===Fifty Shades of Sanguinity: Lady Bright===
She is my Ebon Valkyrie / I'd die so she could come for me 
A warrior maiden, strong and proud, / Of whose praise I'll e're sing loud 
Of noble mien and family / Forever she's a sight to see 
 
Sweet Sappho's kiss our love illume / Then we'd leap the lover's broom 
I'd clasp her to my curving breast / And woo her to 'til we made a nest 
Just she and I, our limbs entwine / Her fangs in me would be divine 
 
Her locks entangled in mine own / We'd never, ever, be alone 
Hunting from sun down to rise / Then nestled in between her thighs 
We'd sleep the sleep of sweetly damned | And never bear the touch of man 
 
Aphelion, oh lady bright / I beg you bring me to the Night 
Let my blood enrich your vein / Let it sweet your full lips stain 
Then bid me rise by your Command / And at your side, forever stand 
 
Oh Lady-mine, oh love so pure / There's naught for you I'd not endure 
I swear to you, my heart is true / I'd give my life to be with you. 
We, like Janus, bound as one / Until immortal life has run 
 
===Fifty Shades of Sanguinity: The Guardian Angel of Riverhold===
Surely, I am cursed to hell, because I did nothing but watch while she drank him dry. I stared from the shadows of the doorway of Kaleb’s shop – from her challenge, to their fight, to her feeding. I should have done something – at the very least spoke up for a fellow Warden. But I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. She was a vision of pale marble. Dressed like a soldier but with the hips of a woman, she handled herself well in the fight, besting poor Ralf with relative ease. She overpowered him, knocking aside his sword with ease, and with those delicate hands, caught a handful of hair and forced his neck to the side. She whispered something to him – urgent and intense - her face creased with anguish, and then struck, like a lioness on a gazelle. He just stood there and let her do it, terror in his rolling eyes. It took longer than I thought. Longer than it takes to drain a pint at the Lemming. When she was done, she laid him down gently. Folded his arms over his chest, all proper like. Then she knelt beside him, laid her hand atop his hands, and prayed. Fire swept up and took him. She stayed kneeling the whole time he burned – the flames have to have scorched her - but it was over in a blink. 

When she rose up, it was like that cold statue had come to life. Her lips were like cherries and her cheeks soft and warm, not ivory stone. Though she still walked with a soldier’s strength, there was a sway to it, hypnotic and beautiful. I whispered a prayer to the patron of warriors, Solanthas himself, that she not see me there. Stepping over to the well, she washed her face and hands, slicking them back through her hair to draw it from her face. Even her tits looked softer, more round, now, like plump handfuls swelling beneath her mail. My hands closed, without a single thought, aching to hold them. 

I followed her from a very cautious distance as she walked the entire town, just barely keeping her in sight. I almost drew my sword when I peeked through a window and saw her leaning over a cradle in one apple picker's hut, but all she did was brush back the child's hair and kiss its brow, like a guardian angel. All night, I followed her. She entered every home. Checked on every child. And she wasn't just seeing if they were hurt - no, she was looking to see did the house have food. Was there a toy, even one as simple as a carved doll. Had they bathed that week? Then at each, she bent over and gave them all a kiss of blessing. 

Beautiful and deadly and yet somehow, tender and kind as well... Or she was in that moment. It became less so, when she stalked down the leafy path by the river. The bandit captain never saw her coming, only the widening of his second's eyes to give the alarm before her mace crushed his skull. 

== Player Provided Information: ==
 
== Personal Timeline: ==
01/06/14: Aphelion is created: '''[[A Solider Takes The Field]]''' 
01/08/14: '''[[Aphelion meets Venom]]''' again. 
01/20/14: Aphelion swears personal fealty to [[Venom]] for a year and a day: '''[[Aphelion is Squired]]''' 
01/21/14: Aphelion is attacked by [[Ort]] and harassed by [[Sagan]] when she responds with silence. Sagan says (in common), 'Aphelion's not talking much, her mouth is probably full. :('. As an unaligned, the Rule of Three is not honored, having not been requested in advance. 
01/25/14: Aphelion is slain by [[Ort]]. Determined to put this shame behind her, she gains nine ascensions in the next 36 hours. 
01/28/14: Aphelion is slain by [[Zephyr]]. 
01/30/14: Upon hearing of Aphelion's failures in combat, '''[[Venom Gives a Scolding]]'''. 
02/03/14: Against her will, Aphelion is Turned by [[DarkClaw]] when she makes the mistake of offering the out-of-control vampire a blood oath, after her term of service is abruptly ended by [[Venom|Mayhem]]: '''[[Aphelion's End]]''' 
02/05/14: Aphelion fights to learn: '''[[To Control Her Thirst]]''' 
'''[[02/08/14]]''': Aphelion wins the Olympic Rings Scavenger Hunt, with some assistance from [[Belsambar]] with the Black Ring. She spends time speaking with Eluch and training herself to control her Thirst. 
02/09/14: Aphelion enters the Olympic Haiku, but does not place: Battle lines are drawn / Pawns facing across a board / Who will win today? She meets Ghazkull for the first time. '''[[Kindred Meets Kindred]]''' 
'''[[02/12/2014|02/12/14]]''': Aphelion meets Arn. 
02/25/14: [[Tynian]] announces the final standings, and Aphelion takes fourth place in the overall. Her efforts help push Team Lost to the Bronze Medal, with 57% of their total score coming from Aphelion's contributions. 
06/20/14: At the request of [[Nicholai|The Eldest]], Aphelion seeks and obtains her final Ascension, witnessed by [[DarkClaw]] and [[Orpik]]. 
'''[[09-22-2014|09/22/14]]''' Foghair seeks to learn what lies behind Aphelion's mask. 
'''[[10-15-2014|10/15/14]]:''' Venom refers to [[Ghazkull]] as 'the traitor' and Aphelion seeks to learn why. 
'''[[11-17-2014|11/17/14]]:''' Aphelion realizes there is something awry with [[Eluch]] and gains counsel on Venom's claim of continued fealty. 
12/20/14: Aphelion attends '''[[The Kindred Masquerade Ball]].''' 
 
07/15/15: Aphelion is attacked thrice by [[Ghazkull]] in an attempt to complete one of the requirements of Wyld for his Triat Mastery Quest. He is unsuccessful. 
07/17/15: The Triat Initiate provides an explanation for his attacks, and acquiesces to Aphelion's required act of contrition: '''[[Ghazkull's Contrition]]''' 
 
'''[[09-07-2016|09/01/16]]:''' Aphelion discusses Hunger with the '''[[Nicholai|Eldest]]'''. 

== Player Information: ==

Aphelion

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Aphelion:

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[[Category:Kindred/Vampire]]
== Mud Contributions: ==
Aphelion was an aggressive competitor in the 2014 TFC Olympics, and took 4th place in the overall individual standings. Her efforts scored 57% of [[The Lost Ones|Team Lost]]'s 3rd place finish in the overall competition. 
 

== Current Description (Feb 11, 2015) ==
A calm, closed expression casts an icy shadow over the unusually lovely
features of this soldier. Her movements hold more leonine strength than
a gazelle's grace. Lush garnet lips are barely parted by the protrusion
of sharp fangs, silvery eyes darkened to steel gray with Hunger unsated.
Her long, crimson-streaked black hair is bound in a single braid to keep
it out of her face in combat or when she Feeds.

===Dressing for the Kindred Masquerade: Dec 20, 2014===
Bright silver eyes gaze back at you from behind the mysterious barrier of a
black raven mask of suede and feathers. The beak of the mask is open, as if
in a scream of victory as she gathers the spirits of the slain. The pungent
scent of death and misery clings to the form of the entity before you and a
ghostly mist trails behind her, as if for this one night, she has become an
Incarna of the Morrigan - the Carrion Crow - in truth and not masquerade.

Aphelion has a special twinkle in her eye.
Aphelion is in perfect health.

Aphelion is using:
<used as light> (Powerful magic) (Glowing) the Rod of Magic
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Transient Glow) A Memento of Hope Lost
<worn on finger> (Moderate magic) (Glowing) (Humming) a ring of violet diamonds
<worn around neck> (Token magic) a single glossy black feather
<worn around neck> a high collar of black suede and sable feathers
<worn on body> a form-fitting gown of black velvet with a feathered bodice
<worn on head> a beaked raven mask of black leather and sable feathers
<worn on legs> (Red Aura) sheer black silk stockings
<worn on arms> long, wing-like sleeves of sable feathers
<worn about body> (Moderate magic) a feather cloak
<worn around wrist> a set of bangles
<worn around wrist> a set of bangles
<wielded> a raven's claw
<wielded off-hand> a raven's claw
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra
<worn with pride> a scarlet ribbon bearing a medallion of nickel
<worn with pride> a badge, a pin, 4 ribbons

===(02/05/14): ===
Her struggle to control a new and unbearable Thirst is written all over the
unusually lovely features of this soldier. Her lush crimson lips are parted
by the protrusion of sharp fangs, her silvery eyes darkened to an icy steel
gray. Her long, crimson-streaked black hair is bound back to keep it out of
her face and from becoming stained when she relents and slakes her Hunger.
Drawing on her military training and deeply ingrained self-discipline, she
focuses on the impossible task ahead: to turn this unwelcome Rebirth into
a useful tool or weapon, instead of the curse that has ended her bloodline
and stripped her of all that she held dear. Her hands shift restlessly at
her sides, callouses visible on her palms from her weapon haft. Impeccable
armor, carefully maintained, wards her tall frame, but here and there, the
removal of insignia has left small scars upon its surface, another sign of
what has been Lost.
 
===01/06/2014===
With eyes like the halo of frost around a silvery full moon, the woman
before you has an icy calm and reserve that is almost unsettling. Her
demeanor is that of one born to privilege - and you can almost hear an
father's regretful, almost mournful tone: 'If only she had been born a
man!' Her piercing gaze sees through facades and self-illusion as she
might through cold morning dew, through challenges and deceptions like
the movement of pieces upon an inlaid chess board and through flattery
and seduction like the scant veil of an oathbreaking nun. Her hair is
arranged into a noblewoman's coronet, an intricate arrangement of ebon
strands, twin streaks of scarlet from her temples drawing your eye. To
underestimate her as simply a woman of means, however, would be error:
Her posture has the composed strength of one as capable in the courts,
be it Cillidellia or D'Or D'Terraithe, as on the blood-soaked field of
honor or glory.

== WHO Lists: ==
01/07/14 - Hum [ Cl: 8 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/13/14 - Hum [ Ra: 9 Cl: 9 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/17/14 - Hum [ Tg: 9 Cl: 9 Ra: 9 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/20/14 - Hum [ Cl:12 Tg:12 Ra:12 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
01/25/14 - Hum [ Cl:17 Ra:15 Tg:15 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
01/27/14 - Hum [ Ra:17 Cl:18 Tg:15 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
02/03/14 - Hum [ Cl:22 Tg:18 Ra:18 ] Aphelion has Lost her family name.
03/02/14 - Hum [ Tg:25 Ra:25 Cl:25 ] Aphelion has lost more than her family name
04/29/14 - Hum [ Ra:28 Cl:29 Tg:28 ] Aphelion: so much Lost, so much Gained
06/18/14 - Hum [ Ra:29 Cl:30 Tg:29 ] Aphelion: so much Lost..
06/20/14 - Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion: so much Lost..
09/01/16 - Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion hides nary a sin. Kindred. Lost.
 

== Character History: ==
===Part I===
It is not the endless repetition of my tutors that was the musical score of my childhood – it was the cadence of marching feet and the calling of drills that echoed through the courtyard of the manor. Father took his duties as a captain of the Kayrron Guard seriously and the men at arms of our household were put through their paces no less rigorously than those of the city. As soon as I could hold a stick, I would mimic them from the balcony of my chamber, which had a bird’s eye view of their movements – far more interesting than practicing embroidery or canning preserves. Father indulged me, so long as my instructors gave me good marks, once bragging to a friend that I was a more apt student than most of his two-year cadets. 

After his service to the guard was up, Father could have become a condottieri, but instead, decided to continue his service to Kayrron, as an ambassador. Cookery and the laying in of herbs were replaced with geography and language. We left behind the safety of our manor and moved in different circles: glittering courts with bright flowers and stalking creatures, intrigues and shadow dealings. I learned to wear the plumage and blend in with the other doves, despite a hawk’s heart, all while using my eyes to see and my ears to hear that which would assist my father in his negotiations. Hated lessons in dance mingled with memorizing the lineage of the Great Houses and the proper placement of forks -- and daggers. Whispers followed, of course – the false pity for a girl with a mother lost in childbirth, dragged about by a father more accustomed to the field of honor than the field of politics. I learned to ignore it; those lessons would prove handy. 

Years passed; my world was my father and my governess, Shuvalriel, and our travels. I saw the gleaming spires of Cillidellia, travelled the ancient roads of the North, picked mushrooms in caves beneath dwarven cities, listened silently and veiled in vast deserts, knelt in prayer beneath a night sky, and learned of the One I would accept as my deity. Shuvalriel was pleased when I pledged to Onieros, dark Father of Dreams to the Drow elves. Her schooling in her native tongue had been peppered with ritual songs and tales of adventure. 

I noticed first; the paleness to his features. The way that Father’s breath would sometimes catch unexpectedly during moments of exertion. His pace had slowed; it was to be expected, given the weight that soldiering buries deep in the bones. In his advanced years, old wounds pained him more, but this was something else, something more pernicious. None of the remedies in any of the lands we had travelled gave him comfort. I hired sages and priests to no avail; none could cure him, only ease the pain somewhat. 

We returned to the manor in Kayrron for the first time in a decade and I sought out the oldest shelves of the library, seeking some mention of anything that could stave off this malady. There, I found a whisper of it: the blood of the Kindred was rumored to be a cure for any ailment. While Kindred were not uncommon in Kayrron, a recent edict by the Prince had sent them all into hiding, upon threat of meeting the sun – it appears his Highness had not appreciated the attentions of his favorite paramour being distracted by their presence. I would have to seek them elsewhere. 

This is my quest; to find the cure. 
 
----
 
===Part II===
'''Excerpt from the Court Record, Kayrron Archivist''' 
Appended to Familia Seremela Annotation, Winter Moon, 23rd Year of the Reign of Arcon the Just 
Word has been received from the Frontier Lands that the last living scion of House Seremela has passed. As Ambassador Seremela left no other heir, his estates and holdings will be held in trust by the Crown until an acknowledged member of the lineage may be found. 
 
'''Personal Notes, Kayrron Archivist''' 
'While it cannot enter the Records of the Court, the attached is documented for historical purposes. - A.' 
 
''"Honored Lady Albertha -'' 
''I must first start this missive with my thanks for all that you have done for my House, my revered Father, and myself. Your tireless research was invaluable, even though my own search was fruitless. The cure was found, but its cost was that which I hoped most to guard. It is, in truth, the sanguis mortis that might have saved my Father; a cure which he has long refused, when first we entertained that possibility. It is a bittersweet agony that within my breast, I now hold both cure and damnation. In its pursuit, a moment's civility became my undoing. I am mortal no more; a Kindred's thirst wracks me and the Queen of Night and Shadow commands my loyalty as my Maker, not the Head of my House or my Crown. I fear that this news will be the death of my Father. Better that he should think me lost on my journey, than this. I praythee, seal this record until after his death. By the laws of my beloved Kayrron, I cannot inherit. I have found some hint of remnants of an ancient line of House Seremela here in the Outlands, but both are broken women who have renounced all of who they are, or are in a state of unknowing. Let it pass to the matrilineal line, if an Heir can be found.'' 
''With all my respect, '' 
''I remain eternally,'' 
''Aphelion Morwen Elizabeth Seremela"'' 
 
----
 
===Part III ===
 
It appears that I am unique amongst the Queen's Chylder - the sole product of Her frenzy. All others were created with deliberation, or in moments of tenderness or passion. I think it likely the cause of Her distance: I am a badge of shame. My presence is a reminder of the depths to which She fell, violating my consent to the deepest extent possible. 
 
As clear as the sun, I recall Her standing some distance away, arms folded, watching me writhe and scream out my life upon the cold stone floor. 
"This is the part I hate," she murmured to her lover as I succumbed. No words of comfort, of guidance, but simply annoyance. 
Since that moment, I have not had a moment's kindness from Her; only duty. I am a true-born Seremela, a veteran of the Six League War, and my father's daughter - I will not grovel for Her attention. Never has our Bond been one of openness and communion; it is no welcoming archway, but a barred gate, through which I can see what might have been. Few of the Lost acknowledge my existence, although the Eldest knows that I am his to command. Little Eluch, hag-ridden and cursed, is only a shadow of the playful boy that teased and trusted in those early days. Mayhem, thankfully, is gone; at least I need not hear his tormenting mockery. The rest I give what is required by duty and courtesy and no more. I avoid Her temple, and instead prowl the Night in solitude, just as I mastered my Thirst in solitude, sweating blood, my jaw clenched against the inferno of need within. 
I have no use for most others, though from time to time, there are those who pique my interest. Bright motes of color amidst the shadow, drawing the eye and the attention for a moment, then fading away with their brief, butterfly lives. I prefer the stillness and the cold over the fire and fervor of humanity, with its tempting blood. I am not one of those who can live amongst them, savoring the torment of their nearness. I am proud to say that I have taken only those who face me in combat, who have a fighting chance. Never an innocent and never in the fervor of passion, but with the same regard and respect I gave those who stood against me upon the field of battle. 
I have found a place where I can rest unmolested, letting the siren call of Night flow over me without disturbing my torpor. The gravekeeper is paid well to keep away the curious, and if I become a bedtime story mothers tell their children to keep them fearful of and safe from that which the Moon reveals, well, so much the better. May Onieros grant them sweeter dreams than mine. 

== Trivia: ==
* Aphelion is the fifth vampire created by [[DarkClaw]]
* Aphelion is the topic of two pieces written for the 50 Shades of Sanguinity. One was published, one was not.

===Fifty Shades of Sanguinity: Lady Bright===
She is my Ebon Valkyrie / I'd die so she could come for me 
A warrior maiden, strong and proud, / Of whose praise I'll e're sing loud 
Of noble mien and family / Forever she's a sight to see 
 
Sweet Sappho's kiss our love illume / Then we'd leap the lover's broom 
I'd clasp her to my curving breast / And woo her to 'til we made a nest 
Just she and I, our limbs entwine / Her fangs in me would be divine 
 
Her locks entangled in mine own / We'd never, ever, be alone 
Hunting from sun down to rise / Then nestled in between her thighs 
We'd sleep the sleep of sweetly damned | And never bear the touch of man 
 
Aphelion, oh lady bright / I beg you bring me to the Night 
Let my blood enrich your vein / Let it sweet your full lips stain 
Then bid me rise by your Command / And at your side, forever stand 
 
Oh Lady-mine, oh love so pure / There's naught for you I'd not endure 
I swear to you, my heart is true / I'd give my life to be with you. 
We, like Janus, bound as one / Until immortal life has run 
 
===Fifty Shades of Sanguinity: The Guardian Angel of Riverhold===
Surely, I am cursed to hell, because I did nothing but watch while she drank him dry. I stared from the shadows of the doorway of Kaleb’s shop – from her challenge, to their fight, to her feeding. I should have done something – at the very least spoke up for a fellow Warden. But I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. She was a vision of pale marble. Dressed like a soldier but with the hips of a woman, she handled herself well in the fight, besting poor Ralf with relative ease. She overpowered him, knocking aside his sword with ease, and with those delicate hands, caught a handful of hair and forced his neck to the side. She whispered something to him – urgent and intense - her face creased with anguish, and then struck, like a lioness on a gazelle. He just stood there and let her do it, terror in his rolling eyes. It took longer than I thought. Longer than it takes to drain a pint at the Lemming. When she was done, she laid him down gently. Folded his arms over his chest, all proper like. Then she knelt beside him, laid her hand atop his hands, and prayed. Fire swept up and took him. She stayed kneeling the whole time he burned – the flames have to have scorched her - but it was over in a blink. 

When she rose up, it was like that cold statue had come to life. Her lips were like cherries and her cheeks soft and warm, not ivory stone. Though she still walked with a soldier’s strength, there was a sway to it, hypnotic and beautiful. I whispered a prayer to the patron of warriors, Solanthas himself, that she not see me there. Stepping over to the well, she washed her face and hands, slicking them back through her hair to draw it from her face. Even her tits looked softer, more round, now, like plump handfuls swelling beneath her mail. My hands closed, without a single thought, aching to hold them. 

I followed her from a very cautious distance as she walked the entire town, just barely keeping her in sight. I almost drew my sword when I peeked through a window and saw her leaning over a cradle in one apple picker's hut, but all she did was brush back the child's hair and kiss its brow, like a guardian angel. All night, I followed her. She entered every home. Checked on every child. And she wasn't just seeing if they were hurt - no, she was looking to see did the house have food. Was there a toy, even one as simple as a carved doll. Had they bathed that week? Then at each, she bent over and gave them all a kiss of blessing. 

Beautiful and deadly and yet somehow, tender and kind as well... Or she was in that moment. It became less so, when she stalked down the leafy path by the river. The bandit captain never saw her coming, only the widening of his second's eyes to give the alarm before her mace crushed his skull. 

 
== Player Provided Information: ==
 
== Personal Timeline: ==
01/06/14: Aphelion is created: '''[[A Solider Takes The Field]]''' 
01/08/14: '''[[Aphelion meets Venom]]''' again. 
01/20/14: Aphelion swears personal fealty to [[Venom]] for a year and a day: '''[[Aphelion is Squired]]''' 
01/21/14: Aphelion is attacked by [[Ort]] and harassed by [[Sagan]] when she responds with silence. Sagan says (in common), 'Aphelion's not talking much, her mouth is probably full. :('. As an unaligned, the Rule of Three is not honored, having not been requested in advance. 
01/25/14: Aphelion is slain by [[Ort]]. Determined to put this shame behind her, she gains nine ascensions in the next 36 hours. 
01/28/14: Aphelion is slain by [[Zephyr]]. 
01/30/14: Upon hearing of Aphelion's failures in combat, '''[[Venom Gives a Scolding]]'''. 
02/03/14: Against her will, Aphelion is Turned by [[DarkClaw]] when she makes the mistake of offering the out-of-control vampire a blood oath, after her term of service is abruptly ended by [[Venom|Mayhem]]: '''[[Aphelion's End]]''' 
02/05/14: Aphelion fights to learn: '''[[To Control Her Thirst]]''' 
'''[[02/08/14]]''': Aphelion wins the Olympic Rings Scavenger Hunt, with some assistance from [[Belsambar]] with the Black Ring. She spends time speaking with Eluch and training herself to control her Thirst. 
02/09/14: Aphelion enters the Olympic Haiku, but does not place: Battle lines are drawn / Pawns facing across a board / Who will win today? She meets Ghazkull for the first time. '''[[Kindred Meets Kindred]]''' 
'''[[02/12/2014|02/12/14]]''': Aphelion meets Arn. 
02/25/14: [[Tynian]] announces the final standings, and Aphelion takes fourth place in the overall. Her efforts help push Team Lost to the Bronze Medal, with 57% of their total score coming from Aphelion's contributions. 
06/20/14: At the request of [[Nicholai|The Eldest]], Aphelion seeks and obtains her final Ascension, witnessed by [[DarkClaw]] and [[Orpik]]. 
'''[[09-22-2014|09/22/14]]''' Foghair seeks to learn what lies behind Aphelion's mask. 
'''[[10-15-2014|10/15/14]]:''' Venom refers to [[Ghazkull]] as 'the traitor' and Aphelion seeks to learn why. 
'''[[11-17-2014|11/17/14]]:''' Aphelion realizes there is something awry with [[Eluch]] and gains counsel on Venom's claim of continued fealty. 
12/20/14: Aphelion attends '''[[The Kindred Masquerade Ball]].''' 
 
07/15/15: Aphelion is attacked thrice by [[Ghazkull]] in an attempt to complete one of the requirements of Wyld for his Triat Mastery Quest. He is unsuccessful. 
07/17/15: The Triat Initiate provides an explanation for his attacks, and acquiesces to Aphelion's required act of contrition: '''[[Ghazkull's Contrition]]''' 
 
'''[[09-07-2016|09/01/16]]:''' Aphelion discusses Hunger with the '''[[Nicholai|Eldest]]'''. 

== Player Information: ==

09-14-2014

2016-09-01T22:48:48Z

Aphelion: /* Her Hero – Log by Samiyah */

==Reverence and Veneration==
 
A light, delicate touch brushes across your eyes. 
Cordir has granted Kennet the ability to see her when she is invisible. 
 
Kennet wakes and stands up. 
 
A Small Temple 
[Exits: west] 
This temple is small and plain for a temple, but you sense a certain 
peacefulness here. The walls are made of stone and many torches line the 
walls. A painting of War'loov hangs on the eastern wall. 
(Invis 73) (Intense Light Green Aura) [GS] Cordir is here. 
 
Cordir smiles at him. 
 
Kennet rubs the sleep from his eyes. 
 
Cordir says, 'Hello, Brother.'. 
 
Kennet bows to Cordir. 
Kennet says (in common), 'Hello Sister'. 
 
Cordir says, 'How fare you?'. 
 
Kennet says (in common), 'aah, I had been looking for you...'. 
 
Kennet nods. 
 
Cordir says, 'were you?'. 
Cordir says, 'I have been found.'. 
 
Kennet says (in common), 'I'm doing rather well'. 
 
Cordir smiles happily. 
 
Kennet looks pointedly at himself: 
A powerfully built minotaur towers over you. His shoulders are broad and strong, and the grip upon his crossbow is sure. As your gaze travels over his form, you notice an intricate tattoo of vines and leaves creeping up his forearm. Another mark crawls sinuously over the side of his throat, shaped somewhat like a spider's web. Yet another is embedded in his shoulders, flanks, and abdomen - runes in Duergar, one of the Sacred Regalia of his faith. His eyes are old and sad. They have seen much of life, of death, of time's passage. He bows slightly, murmuring, 'Kennet D'augustine, at your service...' 
 
Kennet won't win any beauty contests. 
Kennet is slightly injured. 
 
Kennet is using: 
<worn on body> an immense Elder Sign 
<worn on legs> the Pact to the Triat 
<worn about body> the Ward of the Triat 
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra 
 
Kennet says (in common), 'I got a lot of my stuff back!'. 
 
Cordir's gaze softens as she sees the Ward and Sigil. 
 
Kennet smiles happily. 
 
Cordir smiles further at the Elder sign and Pact. 
 
Kennet gets a serious look and kneels. 
 
Cordir blinks. 
 
Kennet gets the dark spinel ring from a backpack. 
Kennet puts the dark spinel ring in a backpack. 
 
Kennet clears his throat. 
 
Cordir regards him with some surprise, laughs at the gesture, and smiles. 
 
Kennet blushes. 
Kennet says (in common), 'Just a joke to lighten the mood'. 
 
Cordir nods. 
Cordir says, 'I know... Brother.' (with extra emphasis on the filial term) 
 
Kennet says (in common), 'I have been told there is a way, in the realm these days'. 
 
Cordir smiles at Kennet. 
Cordir says, 'A way for...?'. 
 
Kennet says (in common), 'For me to continue to show... '. 
 
Kennet trips over his words. 
Kennet says (in common), 'Perhaps it would be easier if I simply demonstrated'. 
 
Kennet expresses his reverence and veneration towards Cordir! 
Kennet bows his head in her direction. 
 
Cordir closes Her eyes, overcome briefly with emotion. 
 
Kennet says (in common), 'That'. 
 
Cordir says quietly, Her voice dusky with tears, '..That. I am, as always, honored.' 
 
Kennet says (in common), 'Though the world changes around us, I will always seek to protect you, Sister'. 
 
Cordir says, 'Kennet... My Champion and brother... Please get up off the floor...'. 
Cordir smiles crookedly. 
 
Kennet stands. 
Kennet hugs Cordir. 
 
Cordir nods. ".. and I know. Which is why I needed everyone to know what you had done for me." 
 
Cordir hugs Kennet. 
 
Kennet looks sad for a moment. 
Kennet fingers the rings on his hand, as if something isn't quite right. 
Kennet shakes his head, 'I'll find the rest again someday' 
 
Cordir says, 'There those who will gladly help you if they but know your needs.'. 
 
Kennet nods. 
Kennet says (in common), 'I need but to be patient, and cunning And I'm nothing if not cunning'. 
 
Cordir smiles happily. 
Cordir says, 'Capable, honorable, humorous, stalwart... Those are the words I would have chosen first.'. 
 
Kennet says (in common), 'I must depart for a time'. 
 
Cordir nods. 
Cordir says, 'be well.'. 
 
Kennet says (in common), 'I'm glad I got to see you'. 
 
Kennet hugs Cordir. 
 
Cordir says, 'Thank you, for your renewed faith in Me. It means more than you could possibly know. It is truly good to have you in the world once more.'. 
 
Cordir hugs Kennet. 
 
Kennet gives a jaunty nod, and sneaks out of the room before she notices his tears. 
 
Fare thee well! 
 
==Hangdog Minotaurs & Confessing Sins==
 
<nowiki>###</nowiki> You raise a level!! You have gained 23 hit points. 
 
Mugen gossips (in common), 'gratz'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'gratzy!'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in minotaur), 'Thank you! One step closer to Sparhawk being able to spank me.'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'oh my, are you into that?'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'rOsr aru.'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in minotaur), 'I ain't saying. I just know he wants to.'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'ah hehe'. 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'well be careful! his spanks hurt from time to time'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'I'n rhu umbydiyaknr yb nq Fayyvitu goow'. 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Myumer.'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in minotaur), 'Anyone speak Elven?'. 
 
An unseen force pins him firmly against the blackberry bush. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'You are NO Maimer'. 
 
Asterius frowns. What's bothering him? 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'lvuvqynu but itc yppyrentyy'. 
 
Ghazkull gossips (in elven), 'most of us z rhunf'. 
 
Asterius struggles. 
 
Briars and thorns wrap around his limbs. 
 
Asterius growls, better look out. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'I can't confess my sins to you, whereas Maimer was my goto Preacher :('. 
 
Asterius flails wildly against the briars with his axe. 
 
At his assault, the briars release you instantly. 
 
Asterius pants and tries to catch his breath. 
 
Asterius stops using a woodsman's axe. 
 
Asterius gently reaches out to touch the thornbush. 
 
Asterius mumbles, 'I wonder' 
 
Asterius stops using a platinum bracer. 
 
Asterius reaches out his hand, scratching his wrist against the thorns. 
 
Asterius says in a low voice, 'Do you like blood, my pretty?' 
 
Asterius pricks his wrist on one of the thorns, letting a few drops of blood drop onto the earth. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I think the thornbushes went back to sleep'. 
Asterius gets a hangdog expression. 
 
Asterius stage whispers, 'And you haven't seen hangdog until you've seen a hangdog minotaur' 
 
(End scene) 
 
 
==KYN==
 
*** THERE IS A QUEST IN PROGRESS *** 
*** DEATH WILL CAUSE CHARACTER'S CORPSE TO APPEAR IN INVENTORY *** 
*** SAFE ROOMS ARE CURRENTLY *NOT* SAFE. *** 
*** Quest sign-up has ended. *** 
*** Quest scheduled to end in: 19min (2015-09-14 19:24:32) *** 
 
Mugen gossips (in common), 'is this KYN?'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Aye'. 
 
Someone gossips, 'Yes.'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'whats that'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in minotaur), 'Kill your neighbor'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'well thats not very nice!'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in minotaur), 'Or Kiss your neighbor... I can never get those straight'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Wieldina y wuapyn vyeyw gu smarr vfyvhawk'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'oh kisses sound nice'. 
 
==Float Trips and Spooky Wind Noises==
 
A Creek through Alpine Meadow 
[Exits: north east south west] 
 
A thrush sings a little song. 
 
A Joining of Creeks 
[Exits: north east] 
A thrush sings a little song. 
A brown trout swims past. 
A brown trout swims past. 
 
You are pulled east. 
In a River Canyon in the Hills 
 
Asterius smiles happily. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Now I just need some cloth to wrap around my lemonade and I'm cruising in style!'. 
 
Asterius gets a jar of spiked lemonade from a rattrap. 
Asterius smiles happily. 
 
Asterius leans back and floats. 
 
<floats along for a while, being pulled by the current> 
 
Asterius sighs. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I'm bored'. 
 
((SNIP)) 
 
Asterius gossips (in minotaur), 'Ghazkull... I've heard of the Triat and such, but may I ask... What does CBS stand for?'. 
 
Ghazkull gossips (in elven), 'zt's a Sefuv vurrer Club rembevspif nunber'. 
Ghazkull gossips (in elven), '[0;35mutrurs symerhing enwer his greyrh*'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in minotaur), '*looks mildly embarrassed* I'm afraid I never had time to learn elven...'. 
 
Ghazkull gossips (in common), 'It's a Super Secret Club Membership number'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in minotaur), 'Oh, ok'. 
 
Ghazkull gossips (in common), 'hehe'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in common), 'Thought would ask *shrug*'. 
 
Ghazkull gossips (in common), 'hehe'. 
Ghazkull gossips (in common), 'It's an OOC reference for a few people is all'. 
Ghazkull gossips (in common), 'nothing sinister.'. 
 
You hear spooky wind noises. 
 
Asterius gossips (in common), 'Mm hmm. Sinister. Yes.'. 
Asterius gossips (in common), '*looks startled*'. 
 
Was that footsteps behind you? 
 
Asterius gossips (in common), 'Did you hear that?'. 
 
Asterius looks around: 
Entrance to a Dark Tunnel 
Darkness surrounds you and makes you feel a bit uncomfortable, sort of like the world has swallowed you up and cut off all your air. The musty air only serves to heighten the feeling. This feeling isn't hell, but it sure is close. Looking around as your eyes adjust to the darkness, you can discern there is a trapdoor above you and that the tunnel heads off east. Other than that, there is little for your senses to grab onto. 
 
Asterius spins around. 
Asterius shivers, Brrrrrrrrr. 
 
Asterius steels himself. 
 
Ghazkull gossips (in common), 'I am currently in a very giant city, I can hear lots of things.'. 
 
Asterius cuddles his bag. 
Asterius gossips (in minotaur), 'Probably just the wind. In a dark tunnel. At night.'. 
Asterius gossips (in minotaur), 'I'm ok'. 
 
You get a fortune in gold from a chest. 
You get a fortune in jewels from a chest. 
 
Asterius frowns, What's bothering you? 
 
< on a side note. The map on the wiki of Harper's Landing is incomplete. It does not include the underground tunnels. > 
 
Asterius gossips (in minotaur), 'Next thing you know I'll run into some ROUS''. 
Asterius gossips (in minotaur), 'Rude on the Outside even when Upside down over a spit Sparhawk's'. 
 
 
==The Unripe Peach==
 
The Burned Husk of the Midgaard Daily News 
 
The corpse of the newsboy is lying here. 
Sabella is here. 
(White Aura) Greta waits for the damage inspector to arrive. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Oh dear...'. 
Asterius blushes scarlet. 
 
(Asterius leaves and heads up to DarkClaw's temple.) 
 
An Elemental Lair 
(Intense Dark Purple Aura) DarkClaw is here. 
(Dark Purple Aura) Eyce, Snowman of Darkclaw, is here. 
 
Asterius bows before DarkClaw. 
 
Sabella tells Asterius (in common), '*in a low chuckle* What's wrong?'. 
 
DarkClaw hugs Asterius. 
 
Asterius grins happily. 
 
Asterius holds a faceted globe of crystal with snow inside in your hands. 
Asterius shakes the snowglobe vigorously. 
 
Asterius tells Sabella (in minotaur), 'Ahem, nothing...'. 
Asterius tells Sabella (in common), 'Ahem, nothing...'. 
 
Sabella tells Asterius (in common), '.. my tongue is capable of twisting around every language. Speak as you 
like.'. 
 
Asterius tells Sabella (in minotaur), 'mrfle'. 
 
Asterius stops using a faceted globe of crystal with snow inside. 
Asterius prays, 'Do you still want one?'. 
 
DarkClaw grins evilly at him. 
 
Asterius clear his throat. 
 
DarkClaw tells Asterius, 'Please!'. 
 
Asterius stammers, 'I mean... a snowglobe...' 
 
Asterius sacrifices the snowglobe to DarkClaw 
 
DarkClaw chuckles at his joke. 
DarkClaw thanks him heartily. 
 
Asterius smiles happily. 
Asterius tells Sabella (in minotaur), 'Ahem. May I ask... where perchance did you find your... jewelry?'. 
 
Sabella tells Asterius (in common), 'It was crafted by a Patron as a gift.'. 
 
Asterius tells Sabella (in minotaur), 'Aah, I was afraid so'. 
 
DarkClaw gets a luscious chocolate frosted cupcake from a crystalline prism. 
DarkClaw gives Asterius a luscious chocolate frosted cupcake. 
 
Asterius tells Sabella (in minotaur), 'Does your patron need a little extra muscle?'. 
 
Asterius grins evilly. 
 
Asterius looks at the cupcake: 
Frosting is piled high upon this decadently dark chocolate cupcake. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'mmm'. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Almost too good to eat'. 
 
Sabella tells Asterius (in common), '*a touch of sorrow is audible for only the briefest moment* .. He does not, 
no. And he is no longer my Patron.'. 
 
DarkClaw nods in recognition to him. 
 
Asterius tells Sabella (in minotaur), 'Oh... I'm sorry.'. 
 
Asterius gets a fortune in jewels from a bag. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Umm...'. 
 
DarkClaw sighs loudly. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I don't suppose you have need of such'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'No, but thank you. My people are my fortune.'. 
 
Asterius blushes. 
Asterius tells Sabella (in minotaur), 'I don't suppose you have need of... *trails off*'. 
 
Sabella tells Asterius (in common), '... I have many needs... which are you referencing? '. 
 
Asterius ponders the jewels, 'May I offer them to Sabella?' 
 
DarkClaw says, 'If you wish.'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Seems like something she might like... But I don't wish to...'. 
Asterius looks closely at her face. 
 
Asterius gets a willow fishing pole from a rattrap. 
Asterius clears his throat. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Milady, I don't wish to... It was only...'. 
 
DarkClaw raises an eyebrow at him. 
DarkClaw says, 'Yes?'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I don't wish to upset you if you don't think I should '. 
 
Through the Chyld/Maker Bond: *sends flashes of incoherent images and a sensation of casual interest* 
 
DarkClaw says, 'It won't upset me, Asterius, if you...'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I don't intend to... I just think she's kinda cute'. 
 
Through the Chyld/Maker Bond: *one of the images resolves to show Sabella, nipple rings standing out sharply against her top, and a sense of amusement* 
 
Asterius looks down and says, 'I mentioned the other day that I'm not the jealous type' 
 
Asterius continues, 'But I know that's not true of all people, and I know even less about the thoughts and wishes of Ancient Kindred'. 
 
Asterius looks up, 'such as you'. 
 
DarkClaw asks softly and carefully. "You wish to play with her?" 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I don't know, but let's say I wouldn't mind buttering her up a bit. If nothing else, she looks like she'd be the kind of person to be extremely entertaining at parties'. 
 
Sabella tells Asterius (in common), '*in a gentle voice with a slight undercurrent of disappointment to it:* I asked 
you a question...'. 
 
Asterius tells Sabella (in minotaur), 'Umm... I'm... negotiating... with someone else...'. 
 
DarkClaw turns her head to look into the hearth, watching the fire elementals dance. "Do as you wish, Chylde. 
I hold no ties over you in that regard." 
 
Asterius drops a fortune in jewels. As it hits the floor, it vanishes in a flash. 
A thundering voice screams, 'HOW DARE YOU DESECRATE HOLY GROUND!' 
 
Sabella tells Asterius (in common), '.. Ah. Very well then.'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Milady'. 
 
DarkClaw jerks her gaze back to him sharply. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I have no wish to throw away something so sweet for an unripe peach, just out of 
reach'. 
Asterius kneels at her feet. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'You wouldn't be throwing away anything, would you?'. 
 
Asterius whispers, 'I have no claim to you, it's true, But that doesn't mean I don't value you. If you but said the word I would drop everything I own into the fire'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'I already gave my consent, Asterius.'. 
 
Asterius drops a willow fishing pole. As it hits the floor, it vanishes in a flash. 
A thundering voice screams, 'HOW DARE YOU DESECRATE HOLY GROUND!' 
 
DarkClaw says, 'It is not even my place to say yes or no.'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I would believe you, if not for the look on your face'. 
 
DarkClaw smiles at him softly. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I do not wish your consent... but instead to know your heart. Would it bother you if I had..? Not to bind, but to choose my path'. 
 
DarkClaw sighs and looks back to the hearth. "Not even I know my heart anymore." 
 
 
==The Pain of The Past==
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I was careless. Forgive me?'. 
Asterius leans forward. 
 
DarkClaw drops her gaze thoughtfully, gathering her words. 
DarkClaw says, 'It is...complicated.'. 
 
Asterius stills, a tear dropping from his chin. 
Asterius nods solemnly. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I should not have asked, not tonight of all times'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Why not tonight?'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Not so soon after...'. 
Asterius whispers, 'the unpleasantness at the end of last night'. 
 
DarkClaw blurts out, "I am still healing from the scars left by Venom. I want nothing more than to forget 
about him..." 
 
DarkClaw whispers, "And I..." 
DarkClaw blows out a breath. 
DarkClaw says, 'I should not even be thinking along these lines.'. 
 
Asterius reaches out a hand to rest it on her leg, then pulls it back. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I would do anything to take that hurt away'. 
 
Asterius shakes his head, 'If only it were possible...', and sighs. 
 
DarkClaw shakes her head quickly. "I fear becoming too attached to another, yet I crave it." 
 
Asterius nods slowly and then says, barely audible, 'and I fear you casting me aside' 
 
Asterius whispers, 'for I do not think I could bear it' 
Asterius's shoulders begin to shake as tears roll down his cheeks. 
 
DarkClaw reaches out and draws him into her arms, pulling him close. "Why do you think I would cast you 
aside?" 
 
Asterius shakes in your arms, unable to speak. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Tell me, Asterius...'. 
 
Through the Chyld/Maker Bond: *flashes of Asterius' past, discarded by his parents, shunned by the villagers* 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Do you know what it is you want from...'. 
DarkClaw pauses to take in the images, piecing them together. 
 
Through the Chyld/Maker Bond: *blood. hunger. thirst. fighting for scraps. drinking the blood of the maids in the fortress* *farther back, a starving child, fighting for scraps outside the fortress walls* *cast out again* *fear, thirst* *himself in your temple, on his knees* 
 
Asterius wails, 'I can't stop it!' 
 
Asterius bites his own hand, blood spilling down as he tries to feed. 
 
DarkClaw hugs him close, one hand taking his from his lips as she whispers, "Feed from me." 
 
Asterius whimpers and bites down on her hand. 
 
DarkClaw winces and takes in a breath between clenched teeth. 
 
Asterius feeds, frantic at first, then the shaking subsides as his feeding slows. 
Asterius twitches as he comes to his senses, tearing away from your hand. 
 
Asterius says, exhausted, 'what...' 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'how did I get... What did I do..?'. 
 
DarkClaw brings her own hand to her lips and seals the wounds closed, watching as the torn open flesh mends 
itself together. 
 
Asterius watches disbelieving. 
 
DarkClaw says simply, "You fed." 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I remember crying...'. 
Asterius looks embarrassed and sad. 
 
Asterius mumbles, 'it's like yesterday all over again… Sabella was teasing me... and I lost control… I fed over and over from the servants in the fortress.. I couldn't stop.' 
 
DarkClaw frowns at his words, drawing a hand repeatedly through his mane, soothing him. 
DarkClaw says, 'You are fighting for control. I have faith in your ability to overcome.'. 
 
DarkClaw decides to let her earlier question wait till another time. 
 
Asterius rests his cheek against her side. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'You suffered much.'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I'm sorry about your hand. And the furs...', and gestures to the blood still dripping from his hand. 
 
DarkClaw grins quickly and chuckles. "My hand is already healed. Furs are replaceable." 
 
Asterius gets an apron from a backpack. 
 
DarkClaw stays his hand. 
 
Asterius looks up at her. 
 
DarkClaw stares into his eyes while bringing his hand to her lips and taking a small drink, then licking 
over the torn flesh. 
 
Asterius gives her an uncertain smile. 
 
 
==What It Is He Wants==
 
DarkClaw sighs softly, noticing your reaction. "Is this about last night?" 
DarkClaw says, 'About Spar?'. 
 
Asterius gulps and whispers, 'maybe...' 
Asterius whispers, 'I don't know. I don't think so?' 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Spar chose to leave of his own accord. I did not cast him aside.'. 
 
Asterius shakes his head gently. 
Asterius whispers, 'I know' 
 
DarkClaw says, '...Are you unsure what you want from us?'. 
 
Asterius whispers, 'No. I know what I want. I just got scared all of a sudden that I was screwing things up' 
 
DarkClaw hesitates again, unsure if she even wishes to know. "...What is it that you want?" 
 
Asterius whispers, 'then I got scared that me being scared was screwing things up even worse, then I think I blacked out' 
 
DarkClaw frowns at his words. 
 
Asterius takes a slow calming breath. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I don't want to push... '. 
 
Asterius whispers to himself, 'that's not what you asked...' 
 
Asterius takes another breath. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I want to be by your side'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'But you already are.'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Everything else is...''. 
Asterius holds up a cupcake, 'frosting' 
 
Asterius eats a luscious chocolate frosted cupcake. 
Asterius looks pensive. 
 
Through the Chyld/Maker Bond: *flashes of shame at dishonesty'* 
 
Asterius stiffens his shoulders. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I want you, Milady. You inside me. Me inside you. Owned. Possessed. '. 
 
Asterius whispers, 'But I will take what I can get' 
 
Through the Chyld/Maker Bond: *pride and fear and the truth* 
 
DarkClaw searches your eyes quietly as her walls lift enough to send a wave of uneasiness and hope(?) through 
the bond. "...Hearts as well?" 
 
Asterius whispers into her dress, 'Hearts as well... but I can wait all my days for you to be ready' 
 
DarkClaw bites her lower lip, drawing blood, the scent reaching his nostrils quickly, her pulse quickening. 
 
Asterius presses his hands into his sides. 
 
Through the Maker Bond: Images of cruel sex, a bloodied and beaten Star, spread naked upon the ice...a hand holding a cross as it burns the flesh of her backside... 
 
Asterius startles, eyes widening. 
 
Through the Maker Bond:...fangs tearing mercilessly at her throat... 
Through the Maker Bond: A hand squeezing her neck brutally... 
 
Asterius throws a hand up in front of him and gags. 
 
Through the Maker Bond: Yet love...transfers through the bond, faint but still present. 
 
Asterius struggles for breath, unable to separate himself from the visions, eyes darting back and forth 
unseeing. 
 
Through the Maker Bond: Then a stronger sense of hatred and betrayal. 
 
Asterius takes a gasping breath and roars. 
 
DarkClaw slams the walls shut, realizing the transference, and she pulls away abruptly, standing. 
 
Asterius stumbles to the floor, panting for breath. 
 
DarkClaw grins and bares her fangs. Tendrils of fog rise from the ground, twisting their way up and around 
her form to shroud it from view. 
 
Asterius curls up on the floor as tears leak silently down. 
 
 
==The Wounds Run Deep==
 
Asterius pulls himself to his feet. 
 
DarkClaw emerges from a thick layer of mist as it dissipates and seeps into the ground, a soft whisper filling 
the area. 
 
Asterius looks about uncertainly. 
Asterius gulps and steps slowly towards her. 
 
DarkClaw stands close to the office door, eying you cautiously. "I'm sorry, I just...I shouldn't have allowed 
you to witness that." 
 
Asterius stops and looks down. 
Asterius runs his hands down his sides, smoothing his fur into place. 
 
Asterius says (in common), 'I'm sorry'. 
 
DarkClaw says softly, "You've nothing to apologize for." 
 
Asterius looks uncertain. 
 
DarkClaw steps closer to him, stopping an arm's length away. "I want nothing more than to forget...him. But the wounds run deep.” 
 
Asterius whispers, 'I think I'd hoped that... with enough time... I, too, might forget. But it doesn't work 
that way, does it..?' 
 
Asterius reaches slowly up to brush his finger against her lip. 
 
DarkClaw's eyes half close at his comforting touch. "No, but...perhaps we could bury the memories so deeply 
they are unlikely to trouble us again." 
 
Asterius takes the last step, closing the distance between her and rubbing his cheek against hers. 
 
DarkClaw sighs softly against his fur and presses into him, settling into his arms. "I'm not always such a 
mess...not always so...soft." 
 
Asterius wraps his arms around her. 
Asterius says (in common), 'Nor I. Is it always so difficult..?'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Hmm? Is what always so difficult?'. 
 
Asterius says (in common), 'The change..?'. 
 
Asterius whispers, 'relation... ships?' 
 
DarkClaw says, 'The change is different for each Kindred. Relationships, however...I've always found complicated. But it is said that things worth having require fighting for.'. 
 
Asterius stifles a chuckle, 'mating was always so... easy' 
 
Asterius sighs, coming to realize just how little he has seen of the world. 
 
DarkClaw smiles faintly, remembering her younger years. 
DarkClaw steps back away from him and runs a hand swiftly through her hair. "What now?" 
 
Asterius shakes his head and half giggles, 'I have no idea' 
 
 
==For Comfort’s Sake==
 
Asterius looks thoughtful and takes a breath. 
Asterius says (in common), 'although... Would you feed from me again? I find it... peaceful... calming...'. 
 
DarkClaw grins, the firelight catching the tips of her fangs briefly. "Those are not words that come to mind 
for me when I'm being fed from." 
 
Asterius smiles, 'there are other sensations... emotions... as well... but they all lead to languid, tired, 
and peaceful' 
 
DarkClaw rubs her nose over the pulse in his neck, inhaling his scent deeply and purring. 
 
Asterius sighs contentedly. 
 
DarkClaw slowly lowers herself to the furs once more, tugging to ease him down alongside her. 
 
Asterius slides down, following her lead. 
 
DarkClaw drapes an arm and leg over him, tangling her limbs with his and running one of her palms over the 
opposite side of his jaw. 
 
Asterius relaxes into her embrace, closing his eyes and slowing his breathing. 
 
Asterius concentrates... 
 
Through the Chyld/Maker Bond: *flashes of you on top of him, riding him* 
 
Asterius's pulse starts to quicken, the vein thudding in his neck. 
Asterius takes a slow, shuddering breath and moans softly. 
 
DarkClaw growls softly at the memory from last night, lips moving over the pulsating vein, fangs finally 
embedding in his hide. 
 
Asterius gasps with pleasure and moans, rumbling deep in his chest. 
 
Through the Maker Bond: A feeling of togetherness...oneness...fills the bond completely, smothering any existing doubt or negative emotions. 
 
Through the Chyld/Maker Bond:'*stars in the nights sky* 
Through the Chyld/Maker Bond:'*a sense that everything is right in the worlds, the stars flowing across the night sky in perfect order* 
 
Asterius whispers, 'thank you' 
 
DarkClaw feeds slowly from his sustenance, taking her time, drawing out the pleasure and shared intimacy. 
 
Asterius reaches up to stroke her hip, reveling in the sensations. 
 
DarkClaw purrs and rubs her leg against his then finally eases back, not wanting to take too much. 
 
Asterius blinks drowsily. 
Asterius slides his hand down to her ass, squeezing it and chuckling softly. 
 
Asterius says quietly, 'I know thinking about that night helped me get my pulse to jump for you... but did 
you see it as well? It almost felt like I was able to.. send.. what I wanted you to see' 
 
DarkClaw whispers, "I saw it...felt it...even smelled your blood stronger as it coursed through your veins." 
 
Asterius smiles happily. 
 
DarkClaw continues, "It calls to me like none other's." 
DarkClaw blinks and frowns. 
 
Asterius murmurs, 'hmm..?' 
Asterius slides his hand across her hip to check for suspicious felines, or other furry things. 
 
DarkClaw shakes it off and rests her head against his shoulder, blood still trickling from his throat, its 
scent calming her. 
 
Asterius murmurs happily. 
 
DarkClaw rubs her cheek against you and whispers, "Sleep, love." 
 
As Asterius drifts off, he flashes an impudent grin and murmurs sleepily, 'yes Milady''. 
 
 
 
==Silliness To See If He’s Alone / Bardic Efforts ==
 
Asterius gossips (in common), 'Oh I'm all alone... there's no one here, beside me...'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in common), 'My problems are all gone... there's no one to, deride me...'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in common), 'But you gotta have friends...'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in common), '100k gold to the first person to...'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in common), 'So weird, it's like I'm talking to myself...'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in common), 'Ba da *clang* (rim shot)'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in common), 'Come on, somebody ask me about my goat'. 
 
Min [ Wa:20 ] Asterius Lost his billy goat, can he get yours? 
 
Asterius gossips (in common), 'Tough audience'. 
Asterius gossips (in common), 'I'll be here all week, try the rat stew!'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in common), 'Cordir is a meanie-head!'. 
Asterius gossips (in common), '*ducks*'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in common), 'I really must stop talking to myself...'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in common), 'I mean seriously. Doesn't anyone understand that I'm asking if I can "get" their "goat"?'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in common), 'Tough crowd...'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in common), 'That reminds me of the time that... no it doesn't'. 
 
2 characters. Total online: 2. 
Hum [ Lesser Goddess ] DarkClaw k'Treva, Ancient Chylde of Ybarra -= AOB =- 
Min [ Wa:20 ] Asterius Lost his billy goat, can he get yours? 
 
Asterius gossips (in common), 'And that's why DarkClaw is the best goddess ever'. 
Asterius gossips (in common), '*looks startled* oh, she's back'. 
 
Asterius prays, 'I've been working on a bardic story thing'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in common), 'Told a few jokes...'. 
 
DarkClaw gossips, 'Talking to yourself?'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in common), 'Nobody got the one about the goat and the elf with a heart full of gold'. 
Asterius gossips (in common), 'Maybe...'. 
 
DarkClaw tells Asterius, 'Ooo, what kind of story?'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in common), 'The dirty limerick didn't even draw any laughs. Although it suffers much in 
translation from minotaur into common...'. 
 
DarkClaw gossips, 'Try it in Elven.'. 
 
Asterius says (in common), 'There once was an elf by the name of McGregor'. 
 
You now speak the elven high tongue. 
 
Asterius gossips (in elven), 'Ssh, I don't want anyone to know I practiced it a little'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Yye've elyish secks.'. 
 
3 characters. Total online: 3. 
Elf [ Nexus Prime ] Sparhawk is a very, bad, bad, bad, Nexian 
Hum [ Lesser Goddess ] DarkClaw k'Treva, Ancient Chylde of Ybarra -= AOB =- 
Min [ Wa:20 ] Asterius Lost his billy goat, can he get yours? 
 
DarkClaw gossips, 'Too late.'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in elven), 'Son of a...'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), '*Yyuv'. 
 
You now speak minotauran. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'McGregor'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'An Irish Elf?'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'and He looks across the bar at the barkeep'. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'and he points outside, do you see that tree-dwelling?'. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I built that with me own two hands'. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'But do they call me McGregor the tree-dwelling builder?'. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'No...'. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Do you see those tables over there?'. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Inbuilt those with me own two hands... chopped down the tree..'. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'planed the wood...'. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'fitted every joint perfectly without glue or nail'. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'But do they call me McGregor the table-builder?'. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'No...'. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Do you see this sword? *draws sword from his sheath*'. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I built this with me own two hands'. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Dug the rock from the earth, separated the ore, smelted it, hammered it until me hands bled...'. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'But do they call me McGregor the sword-maker?'. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'No...'. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'But you fuck one goat!'. 
 
DarkClaw laughs. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'You'll have to use "swag" or something instead...tup?'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'swag one goat?'. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'how about mount?'. 
 
DarkClaw nods. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I'll work on it'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Poke?'. 
 
DarkClaw giggles. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'ooh'. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I like that'. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'McGregor the goat-poker!'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Me too.'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in minotaur), 'Asterius, there’s a rock outside your temple, I dare you to pick it up'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'has a kinda ring to it'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'It does.'. 
 
DarkClaw gossips, 'You know I cannot.'. 
 
DarkClaw gossips, 'Oh...'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I'd walk out and sacrifice it to you, but I don't want to encourage him'. 
 
DarkClaw chuckles, evidently amused. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'he just wants attention. I had a goat like that once'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'He wants you dead.'. 
 
Asterius nods. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Unlikely he'll succeed'. 
 
DarkClaw smiles happily. 
 
Asterius says, 'I'm quick like a bunny'. 
 
 
==Punch Drunk and Costume Planning==
 
Asterius wrinkles his nose. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I dropped the willow fishing rod, didn't I...'. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'rats'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I thought it's go nicely with the large book'. 
 
(The day before he gave a large book to DC) 
 
Asterius gets a wickedly barbed fishing spear from a rattrap. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'You did, when you were worried...'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'This thing is a little intimidating, even to me'. 
 
DarkClaw raises an eyebrow. 
 
Asterius mimes swinging it at his own butt. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'That's the first one I've seen.'. 
 
Asterius belts out, 'Oh I'm shameless, *mumble* for the world to see...' 
 
DarkClaw snickers softly. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I may be somewhat punch drunk'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Did you put firebreather in your lemonade?'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I had some luck exploring earlier today...'. 
 
Asterius gets a still-warm chocolate chip cookie from a rattrap. 
Asterius gets an oatmeal cookie from a rattrap. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'found cookies...'. 
 
Asterius gets a delicious blackberry from a rattrap. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'oh! and fresh blackberries'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Oooo, the dark side really DOES have cookies!'. 
 
Asterius nods and laughs. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'come to the debt star... we have cookies...'. 
 
DarkClaw snickers softly. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'oh! and a complete set of black clothing'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Black is sexy.'. 
 
Asterius stops using a pair of banded mail leggings. 
Asterius wears some black pants on his legs. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Did you get a mask, too, so you could pretend to be Wesley'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'hmm... a bit tight. He didn't have one!'. 
 
DarkClaw pouts. 
DarkClaw gets a curved white silk mask with crimson lips and bloody fangs from a crystalline prism. 
 
DarkClaw sits down and thinks deeply. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'that's lovely'. 
 
DarkClaw smiles happily. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I'm on a quest to put together an all hallows eve outfit. Only a month left to prepare'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Excellent!'. 
DarkClaw nods. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'don't really have a theme yet, I'm just seeing what's out there'. 
 
DarkClaw tells Asterius, 'Cordir does costume contests every year.'. 
 
Asterius stops using some black pants. 
Asterius wears a pair of banded mail leggings on his legs. 
 
DarkClaw laughs. 
 
Asterius exhales. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'those pants were riding up something fierce'. 
 
DarkClaw rubs his crotch and winks. 
 
Asterius wiggles. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'oh, that's much better...'. 
 
 
==Bags and Bunnies==
 
Asterius puts some black pants in bag made from nose-twitching, extra-large bunny hide. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Where did you get the bag?'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'From... oh dear... Terribly nice fellow... shaman... big... one of your followers. Let me think'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Tirpitz?'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Yes! That was it. Wasn't quite sure why'. 
 
DarkClaw grins evilly. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'it's quite stylish, but he didn't seem to want it'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Very old, old friend.'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'would you like it? I'd feel better if it was somewhere safe. It's quite rare, I suspect'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'I'm sure it is. I can trade you a saddlebag for it.'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'not every day a bored deity sends extra-large bunnies out into the world'. 
 
DarkClaw smiles happily. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'if you'd like, I've got plenty of bags'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Alright. And the bunny was Natilena's. It's her pet.'. 
DarkClaw chuckles, evidently amused. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'oh my. I hope he had permission to "bag" it'. 
Asterius chuckles. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'I believe the Eldest has the only bag of me in existence.'. 
 
Asterius sacrifices the bag to DarkClaw. 
DarkClaw accepts the sacrifice you carry. 
DarkClaw gives you a gold coin for your sacrifice. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Tirpitz told me it was from a quest of some kind... something about rabid bunnies roaming the land. Didn't realize it was _her_ bunnies'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Thank you!'. 
 
Asterius smiles happily. 
 
DarkClaw nods. 
DarkClaw sits down and thinks deeply. 
 
DarkClaw gets a razor-sharp carrot-on-a-stick from a crystalline prism. 
DarkClaw says, 'Bunny weapon'. 
 
You laugh. 
 
DarkClaw giggles. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'She gave it to me to give a bunny she had put in my temple...'. 
 
You chuckle. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'for the bunny to wield?'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Told me to protect it, but Tynian slayed it.'. 
 
DarkClaw sighs loudly. 
 
Asterius looks sad. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'poor bunny'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'I can't compete with the mighty Dwarf!'. 
 
Asterius shakes his head sadly. 
 
DarkClaw puts a razor-sharp carrot-on-a-stick in a crystalline prism. 
 
Asterius rumbles, suddenly losing his train of thought. 
 
 
==Congrats and Playful Partings==
 
DarkClaw gasps in astonishment. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'You got another level!'. 
 
Asterius blushes. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'uh huh'. 
 
Asterius pokes a hoof in the furs, 'only one practice...' 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'but 24 hit points'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Forgive me for the late notice, but congrats.'. 
 
Asterius smiles happily. 
Asterius ftells, 'in my defense, there's not much left but languages for me to practice, assuming I don't break down and multi class'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'I had 86 practices left over at the end.'. 
 
Asterius nods. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'but you probably... went to school'. 
 
DarkClaw grins evilly. 
DarkClaw says, 'I was also Human. No offense intended.'. 
 
Asterius looks mock offended, hand over heart. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'I rather like your...larger qualities.'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I'be heard they actually let cow... femal... women go to school too!'. 
Asterius looks scandalized at his own words. 
 
Asterius grins at DarkClaw. 
 
Asterius ftells, 'I saw Samiyah on today and tried to apologize for...'. 
 
< DarkClaw makes an out of character comment about it being time to log off > 
 
Asterius gets an evil glint in his eyes. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Tell me I shouldn't tease you before I go'. 
 
DarkClaw narrows her gaze and smirks. "If I do that, then you will." 
 
Asterius is almost always looking for a spanking... 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'No I wouldn't... I'd be *shudder* good.'. 
 
DarkClaw winces. Ouch! 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'See, that would be even crueler'. 
 
Asterius grins evilly. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'You dare cuss in my office like that?!'. 
 
Asterius ducks and turns his head away in mock fear, tail twitching seductively. 
 
DarkClaw hauls back a hand and brings it down HARD on his ass with a resounding *THWACK!*. 
 
Asterius tries to turn his moan into a whimper. 
 
DarkClaw grins evilly at him. 
 
Asterius stays bent over slightly and reaches down to adjust his sword. 
 
DarkClaw leans down and kisses the spot she just assaulted. 
 
DarkClaw smirks at his saying. 
 
Asterius sighs happily. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I'm sorry for using that word, Milady'. 
 
Asterius gives her wide, sincere as he can pretend eyes, 'I promise not to do it again... much' 
 
DarkClaw chuckles knowingly and shakes her head. 
 
Asterius turns quickly and impulsively kisses her hand. 
Asterius bows deeply. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Until the next time, Milady'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Sleep well, Asterius.'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I'll go see what's sitting in the hallway. I wouldn't be surprised if I turn pink...'. 
 
Asterius beams a smile at DarkCLaw. 
 
<they both wander around outside> 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'hmm, no rock'. 
 
What's bothering you? 
 
DarkClaw laughs. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Perhaps he got lost'. 
 
Asterius ftells, 'and left it somewhere else'. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'Goodnight.'. 
 
Asterius ftells, 'Good night, Milady'. 
 
 
==The Ones That Got Away... ==
 
Sabella gossips (in common), 'Hello, darlings.'. 
 
Elistan arrives from the east. 
 
Ghazkull gossips (in common), 'Good evening, Sabella.'. 
 
Sabella gossips (in common), '.. Hello, Kindred.'. 
 
Asterius arrives from the east. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Oh dear...'. 
Asterius blushes scarlet. 
 
Asterius leaves east. 
 
Sabella tells Asterius (in common), '*in a low chuckle* What's wrong?'. 
 
(Asterius flees, and Sabella stalks the guild looking for him.) 
 
Asterius tells Sabella (in minotaur), 'Ahem, nothing...'. 
Asterius tells Sabella (in common), 'Ahem, nothing...'. 
 
Sabella tells Asterius (in common), '.. my tongue is capable of twisting around every language. Speak as you like.'. 
 
Asterius tells Sabella (in minotaur), 'mrfle'. 
 
Sabella looks at Ghazkull. 
 
There are few things in this world with the grace and beauty of an Elf -- as if 
the distant stars themselves had come to life. The man before you is such a one. 
He has the height of many of his kind, but his frame bears more muscle than the 
norm for the children of Loth-Llorien. Perhaps it is due to a life of adventure 
or from the unlife he was reborn into as one of the Kindred. His full lips are 
curved in a wry smile, the points of his fangs visible, but his eyes are gentle 
hazel, not the angry crimson of a vampire in need of sating. With a courtly bow, 
he acknowledges your notice. He murmurs a polite greeting in his native tongue. 
As he brushes back the well-groomed and artfully braided silvery tumble of knee 
length hair that cascaded forward when he bowed, a vivid, ugly scar is revealed 
upon his brow. It is an eternal reminder of the terror that led to his Embrace, 
and all that has passed between then and now. A subtle shift in the air nearby 
causes his eyes to briefly close, an intimate smile curving his lips. He seems 
to have a brief moment of communion with some unseen creature and then his eyes 
meet yours once more. 
Ghazkull could sell you the Bog and you would thank him. 
Ghazkull is in perfect health. 
 
Sabella says (in common), 'Hello.'. 
 
Ghazkull nods respectfuly to You. 
 
Sabella murmurs sotto voce, '.. oh one that got away..' 
 
Sabella gives him a slightly predatory look. 
 
Anima raises an eyebrow. 
 
Sabella tilts her head to one side, regarding the mysterious figure. 
 
Ghazkull blinks, momentarily startled at her words before his composure returns. 
 
Asterius tells Sabella (in minotaur), 'Ahem. May I ask... where perchance did you find your... jwelry?'. 
 
Sabella tells Asterius (in common), 'It was crafted by a Patron as a gift.'. 
 
Asterius tells Sabella (in minotaur), 'Aah, I was afraid so'. 
 
Asterius tells Sabella (in minotaur), 'Does your patron need a little extra muscle?'. 
 
Sabella tells Asterius (in common), '*a touch of sorrow is audible for only the briefest moment* .. He does not, no. And he is no longer my patron.'. 
 
Asterius tells Sabella (in minotaur), 'Oh... I'm sorry.'. 
 
Sabella glances over at Ghazkull. 
 
Sabella walks in a slow circle around the weary Kindred, the sound of her heels loud in the echoing hallway. 
 
Ghazkull's head twitches slightly as the Angel leans in to whisper something in his ear. 
 
Sabella sips from her goblet, slaking one thirst. 
 
Elistan arrives from the south. 
The zombie arrives from the south. 
 
The zombie rests. 
Elistan leaves east. 
 
The zombie's sores fester. 
The zombie's disease hits herself. 
 
The zombie regains her footing. 
 
You tell Elistan (in common), '*in a soft pout* Would you mind being a dear and bringing your friend somewhere else, please?'. 
 
Asterius tells Sabella (in minotaur), 'I don't suppose you have need of... *trails off*'. 
 
The zombie's sores fester. 
The zombie's disease hits herself. 
 
You tell Elistan (in common), 'Her festering pustules are spattering ooze everywhere... '. 
 
Elistan arrives from the east. 
The zombie prays for transportation. 
The zombie disappears in a black mushroom cloud. 
 
Elistan tells you (in common), 'ack'. 
Elistan tells you (in common), 'my bad'. 
 
Elistan leaves east. 
 
Sabella tells Asterius (in common), '... I have many needs... which are you referencing? '. 
 
A magical spring flows from the ground. 
 
Sabella washes the zombie ooze from her shoes. 
 
Asterius gossips (in minotaur), 'Good night Ghazkull'. 
 
Sabella says (in common), 'good night, Ghazkull Mahsong.'. 
 
Sabella looks at Ghazkull, intent in her gaze. 
 
Ghazkull bows deeply to Sabella, allowing his braid and mark to show, before departing. 
 
Sabella tells Asterius (in common), 'in a gentle voice with a slight undercurrent of disappointment to it: I asked you a question...'. 
 
Asterius tells Sabella (in minotaur), 'Umm... I'm... negotiating'. 
Asterius tells Sabella (in minotaur), '... with someone else...'. 
 
Sabella tells Asterius (in common), '.. Ah. Very well then.'. 
 
 
==Armadillo-like Accoutrements and Access Panels==
 
The Lower Hall 
[Exits: north up] 
(Dark Cyan Aura) Mnaramenth is here. 
Mish Leigh Salvandor will use her contacts to help you... for a price. 
 
Sabella looks at Mnaramenth 
 
It's a beautiful day, isn't it? Birds singing, big puffy clouds..wait...do you detect the scent of alcohol? Here? And what IS that whistling noise filling the air...? 
 
Suddenly, you hear loud cracking noises, and there is an explosion to your right, sending dirt and splinters everywhere. You lie there, dazed, for a moment, before collecting your thoughts....namely, What the hell was that?! 
 
You see to your left a large tree trunk that nearly hit you....it's trunk is shattered, as if hit with a large rock...which brings you to that explosion...you begin to move towards the crater and you hear a noice...metallic tinkling, light clanking, and sounds of many things ringing as they jumble into one another...and a tall form, heavily armored, pulls itself from the crater... 
 
Mnaramenth raises his fist to the sky in fury. Mnaramenth shouts (in draconic),'Yeh durn lizard! Yeh wohn' be shakin' me so easily next time, I'm tellin yeh!' 
 
The form dusts itself off, and you can make out the details now...pointed ears, bright orange and blonde streaked hair. You see his eyes are a very bright, piercing blue...and his armor is extremely heavy looking, and appears well taken care of. The kind of armor you'd expect to make a pretty solid wall if you tried to hit it...no wonder that tree is in such rough shape now. 
 
Mnaramenth says (in elven), 'Hmmm...are you alright there? Looks like I almost hit you...' and snickers to himself. 
 
Mnaramenth pulls a mug out of a bag and utters the words 'Watz Brre'. He then hands you the now full mug. 
 
Mnaramenth says (in common), 'Therr yeh be goin'...yeh should be alrigh' noow...an' iff'n yeh'll be excusin' meself, I's gots a dragon what I owe summat! 
 
Mnaramenth is built like a TANK! 
Mnaramenth could sell you the Bog and you would thank him. 
Mnaramenth shows little sign of injury. 
 
Sabella says (in common), 'well.. Hello...'. 
Sabella says (in common), 'Aren't you a pretty golem...'. 
 
Mnaramenth chuckles, evidently amused. 
 
Sabella pertly raps with her knuckles upon your hard outer shell. 
 
Mnaramenth says (in common), 'I be doin' lots o' deflectin' an' whatsists'. 
 
Sabella says (in common), 'I would imagine that would be so.'. 
 
Sabella twirls a sable lock of hair around one finger as she thinks. 
 
Sabella says (in common), 'I do see some disadvantages to your armadillo-like accoutrements.'. 
 
Mnaramenth says (in common), 'Pfeh, a proper warric should be deflectin''. 
 
Sabella says (in common), 'How is a lady supposed to make an improper advance when it requires pliers and a can opener?'. 
 
Mnaramenth sits down and thinks deeply. 
Mnaramenth says (in common), 'well, you aren't noticing the proper access panels...'. 
 
Mnaramenth grabs her hand and places it. 
Mnaramenth says (in common), 'like, here'. 
Mnaramenth says (in common), 'easy access points'. 
 
Mnaramenth nods at himself; he must be getting senile. 
Mnaramenth coughs. 
 
Sabella allows her fingers to explore in depths a moment. 
 
Mnaramenth forgot he wasn't speaking a proper language. 
 
Sabella drags her nails, just barely making contact against the sensitive skin. 
 
Mnaramenth purrs contentedly in his lap. 
 
Sabella smiles wickedly at Mnaramenth. 
 
Sabella allows her fingers to trail more lightly over the skin she has been granted access to. 
 
Sabella sips some cool water from her goblet. 
 
The Lower Hall 
[Exits: north up] 
 
This hallway must have been built by giants! It is huge! Then 
again, there are more than a few giants that belong to The Guild, so 
it may just be so. A stairway leads up to another hallway above. 
(Hide) (Dark Purple Aura) Anima is here. 
(Dark Cyan Aura) Mnaramenth is here. 
Mish Leigh Salvandor will use her contacts to help you... for a price. 
 
Sabella glances at the shrouded figure and murmurs quietly, 'The blessings of Lord Nash upon you.' 
 
Anima bows before you. 
 
Mnaramenth says 'this one is without voice, thank you for your words'. 
 
Anima grins mischeviously. 
 
Sabella places one hand on her chest, just below the pool of her throat, inclines her head, and curtseys. 
 
Mnaramenth scratches his head. 
 
Sabella twirls a sable lock of hair around one finger as she thinks. 
 
Anima scratches Mnaramenth's head. 
 
Sabella says (in common), 'Did you sacrifice your tongue to Lord Nash's greatness?'. 
 
Anima nods. 
 
Mish says 'for this one speach can be achieved, but the cost is great'. 
 
Mnaramenth hands Anima some spare sewing thread. 
 
Anima thanks Mnaramenth heartily. 
 
Anima grunts. 
 
Sabella takes her leave.. 
 
Fare thee well! 
 
 
==Shrooms and Cuddles ==
(Log by Samiyah)
 
Someone gossips (in common), 'so what exactly do we do in this club of yours'. 
 
You gossip (in common), 'my Greetings to all'. 
 
Someone gossips (in common), 'is football football or is it really soccer'. 
 
Jamal gossips (in aarakocran), 'hello'. 
 
Someone gossips (in common), 'hi to not sure who yet'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Its football as in American football'. 
 
Ghazkull gossips (in common), 'Good evening, Almond.'. 
 
Someone gossips (in common), 'Sami?'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'No, its Portobello'. 
 
Ghazkull gossips (in common), 'Who else would I call Almond?'. 
 
Someone gossips (in common), '....'. 
 
Someone gossips (in common), 'omg do you call Portobello Almond?!'. 
 
Ghazkull gossips (in common), 'no, I call him Shroom.'. 
 
Someone gossips (in common), 'hello who I think is Samiyah'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Portobello IS the Almond'. 
 
Ghazkull gossips (in common), 'or Ohcraphesaftermerunaway'. 
 
Someone gossips (in common), 'hehehe'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'hi Sami!'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'I can't do that to my following:('. 
 
Someone gossips, 'What can't you do?'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Cuddle'. 
 
Someone gossips, 'Sad:( I cuddle my following.'. 
 
Katrana has granted you the ability to see her when she is invis. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Oh right'. 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'I can't PK my following members'. 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Porto can'. 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'It makes me jealous :<'. 
 
Katrana gossips, 'Also sad, and yes he can.'. 
 
Ghazkull gossips (in common), '*hasn't had a cuddle since he gave worship*'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Odd. I get cuddles from someone all the time'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'Ghaz needs a cuddle, and *someone* needs to stop obs me'. 
 
 
==His Accomplishments==
(Log by Samiyah)
 
Within a Grand Hunting Lodge 
[Exits: west] 
(Red Aura) An enormous, empty black iron cauldron hangs above an unlit firepit. 
(Invis 72) (Intense Light Red Aura) [GS] Katrana is here. 
 
Samiyah lays a leaf of dried sage on the fire, in an offering to the Wyldess. 
Scented smoke suffuses the air. 
 
You bow deeply. 
 
Katrana giggles. 
Katrana smiles at you. 
Katrana says, 'How are you lovely?'. 
 
You say (in common), 'I am well enough, and you, Sayyida?'. 
 
Katrana sits down and thinks deeply. 
Katrana says, 'I am well, thank you dear one!'. 
 
Katrana says, 'Your bonded is making very good progress!'. 
Katrana says, 'I'm extremely proud.'. 
 
You smile happily. 
You say (in common), 'I am as well!'. 
 
Katrana says, 'He has told me all about his adventures.'. 
Katrana says, 'That he managed to map Penfolds with just himself after Kethran had to leave.'. 
 
Katrana smiles happily. 
Katrana says, 'He is definitely growing.'. 
Katrana says, 'Hopefully he can see that.'. 
 
Katrana grins Wyldly. 
 
Samiyah beams with pride. 
 
 
==Tootsie Pops and Grapefruit==
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'kitttttty kat<3'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'hi Katrana!'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Hiya '. 
 
Katrana gossips, 'Hi Lexie!'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), ':( '. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'She didn't say hi to me first </3'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), ':('. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Yay!'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Licks!'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'you got licked?'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), ':?'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'are you a tootsie roll pop *drool*'. 
 
Katrana gossips, 'Lick him! Try!'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'hehe'. 
 
Katrana gossips, 'How many licks does it take?'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Heh.'. 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'I dunno, come find out'. 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'I'm sitting in hall of memory'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'i'm trapped'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Where'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'i dont know where!'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'I'll summon you'. 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Room name'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'in the cave'. 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'er in the caves'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Uhhh'. 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Teleport silly'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'yea was going to'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Lazy'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'i lost link here!'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'stairwell into darkness'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Teleport'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'oh i know where i am but i'm too lazy to walk'. 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'somewhere near the shipwreck i think'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'I don't think so'. 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'I think you're near madmans pet'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'well i left'. 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'no'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), '"left"'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'i'm with a beaver'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), '....'. 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'must....resist....'. 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Grapefruit.'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'oh its a mazey place near MOK'. 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'why are you saying grapefruit!'. 
 
Katrana gossips, 'He finds it too delicious?'. 
Katrana gossips, 'So it is in his thoughts constantly that he has to blurt it out?'. 
Katrana gossips, 'Perhaps it's an illness...has anyone tried to cast sanity?'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'i don't think his can be cured'. 
 
 
 
==Her Hero==
(Log by Samiyah)
 
(Sami has been exp'ing in the Hall of Memory, and, getting tired, is momentarily distracted. A guard sends her to near unconsciousness, before she is able to hurriedly eat several pebbles, the pain clearly conveyed through the Bond. (Translation: I was cussing a LOT on teamspeak)) 
 
Ghazkull checks on your health. 
 
You say (in common), 'Oh! Hello!'. 
 
A bored south-facing Azure Guard corporal is DEAD!! 
 
You hug him. 
 
Ghazkull hugs you. 
 
You say (in common), 'Hello, what brings you here?'. 
 
Ghazkull says simply, 'You were in trouble' 
 
Samiyah smiles tenderly. 'I was, yes... and you came all the way across the world for me?' 
 
Ghazkull's head twitches slightly as the Angel leans in to whisper something in his ear. 
 
Ghazkull nods. 
Ghazkull smiles happily. 
 
Samiyah positively melts. 
 
You kiss him. 
 
Ghazkull's head twitches slightly as the Angel leans in to whisper something in his ear. 
 
Samiyah murmurs against your lips, 'Thank you. You are my hero, you know..' 
 
You kiss him. 
 
Ghazkull kisses you. 
 
You say (in common), '..I'm sorry to have interrupted your quest..'. 
 
Samiyah bites her lip. 
 
Ghazkull shrugs. 
 
You say (in common), 'I'll be more careful.'. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'I was about to give up the map for the evening'. 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'I am unable to find a particular key'. 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'and it is frustrating me'. 
 
You nod. 
You say (in common), 'seeking your rest, then?'. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'not right now'. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'I just wanted to make sure you were okay.'. 
 
You ponder the question. 
You say (in common), 'I am getting pretty tired.'. 
You say (in common), 'Perhaps I should be the one seeking rest.'. 
You say (in common), 'I wasn't able to pay careful attention to what I was doing, and the guard....'. 
 
Ghazkull's head twitches slightly as the Angel leans in to whisper something in his ear. 
 
Samiyah indicates her bloodied clothing. 
Ghazkull extends his arm. 
 
Samiyah steps in close, sliding her arm around that of her Bonded. 
Samiyah rests her hand on his wrist. 
Samiyah smiles up at her Bonded. 
 
Ghazkull utters the words, 'safhar'. 
The air shimmers as Ghazkull creates a portal here. 
 
The Office of the TFC Housing Authority 
[Exits: west] 
(White Aura) Wendell waits patiently while you decide where to live. 
 
Samiyah gets out a crimson silk pillow. 
Samiyah sets the pillow on the floor. 
 
Samiyah curls up, nearly asleep the moment her head touches the pillow's surface.

09-14-2014

2016-09-01T22:48:33Z

Aphelion:

==Reverence and Veneration==
 
A light, delicate touch brushes across your eyes. 
Cordir has granted Kennet the ability to see her when she is invisible. 
 
Kennet wakes and stands up. 
 
A Small Temple 
[Exits: west] 
This temple is small and plain for a temple, but you sense a certain 
peacefulness here. The walls are made of stone and many torches line the 
walls. A painting of War'loov hangs on the eastern wall. 
(Invis 73) (Intense Light Green Aura) [GS] Cordir is here. 
 
Cordir smiles at him. 
 
Kennet rubs the sleep from his eyes. 
 
Cordir says, 'Hello, Brother.'. 
 
Kennet bows to Cordir. 
Kennet says (in common), 'Hello Sister'. 
 
Cordir says, 'How fare you?'. 
 
Kennet says (in common), 'aah, I had been looking for you...'. 
 
Kennet nods. 
 
Cordir says, 'were you?'. 
Cordir says, 'I have been found.'. 
 
Kennet says (in common), 'I'm doing rather well'. 
 
Cordir smiles happily. 
 
Kennet looks pointedly at himself: 
A powerfully built minotaur towers over you. His shoulders are broad and strong, and the grip upon his crossbow is sure. As your gaze travels over his form, you notice an intricate tattoo of vines and leaves creeping up his forearm. Another mark crawls sinuously over the side of his throat, shaped somewhat like a spider's web. Yet another is embedded in his shoulders, flanks, and abdomen - runes in Duergar, one of the Sacred Regalia of his faith. His eyes are old and sad. They have seen much of life, of death, of time's passage. He bows slightly, murmuring, 'Kennet D'augustine, at your service...' 
 
Kennet won't win any beauty contests. 
Kennet is slightly injured. 
 
Kennet is using: 
<worn on body> an immense Elder Sign 
<worn on legs> the Pact to the Triat 
<worn about body> the Ward of the Triat 
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra 
 
Kennet says (in common), 'I got a lot of my stuff back!'. 
 
Cordir's gaze softens as she sees the Ward and Sigil. 
 
Kennet smiles happily. 
 
Cordir smiles further at the Elder sign and Pact. 
 
Kennet gets a serious look and kneels. 
 
Cordir blinks. 
 
Kennet gets the dark spinel ring from a backpack. 
Kennet puts the dark spinel ring in a backpack. 
 
Kennet clears his throat. 
 
Cordir regards him with some surprise, laughs at the gesture, and smiles. 
 
Kennet blushes. 
Kennet says (in common), 'Just a joke to lighten the mood'. 
 
Cordir nods. 
Cordir says, 'I know... Brother.' (with extra emphasis on the filial term) 
 
Kennet says (in common), 'I have been told there is a way, in the realm these days'. 
 
Cordir smiles at Kennet. 
Cordir says, 'A way for...?'. 
 
Kennet says (in common), 'For me to continue to show... '. 
 
Kennet trips over his words. 
Kennet says (in common), 'Perhaps it would be easier if I simply demonstrated'. 
 
Kennet expresses his reverence and veneration towards Cordir! 
Kennet bows his head in her direction. 
 
Cordir closes Her eyes, overcome briefly with emotion. 
 
Kennet says (in common), 'That'. 
 
Cordir says quietly, Her voice dusky with tears, '..That. I am, as always, honored.' 
 
Kennet says (in common), 'Though the world changes around us, I will always seek to protect you, Sister'. 
 
Cordir says, 'Kennet... My Champion and brother... Please get up off the floor...'. 
Cordir smiles crookedly. 
 
Kennet stands. 
Kennet hugs Cordir. 
 
Cordir nods. ".. and I know. Which is why I needed everyone to know what you had done for me." 
 
Cordir hugs Kennet. 
 
Kennet looks sad for a moment. 
Kennet fingers the rings on his hand, as if something isn't quite right. 
Kennet shakes his head, 'I'll find the rest again someday' 
 
Cordir says, 'There those who will gladly help you if they but know your needs.'. 
 
Kennet nods. 
Kennet says (in common), 'I need but to be patient, and cunning And I'm nothing if not cunning'. 
 
Cordir smiles happily. 
Cordir says, 'Capable, honorable, humorous, stalwart... Those are the words I would have chosen first.'. 
 
Kennet says (in common), 'I must depart for a time'. 
 
Cordir nods. 
Cordir says, 'be well.'. 
 
Kennet says (in common), 'I'm glad I got to see you'. 
 
Kennet hugs Cordir. 
 
Cordir says, 'Thank you, for your renewed faith in Me. It means more than you could possibly know. It is truly good to have you in the world once more.'. 
 
Cordir hugs Kennet. 
 
Kennet gives a jaunty nod, and sneaks out of the room before she notices his tears. 
 
Fare thee well! 
 
==Hangdog Minotaurs & Confessing Sins==
 
<nowiki>###</nowiki> You raise a level!! You have gained 23 hit points. 
 
Mugen gossips (in common), 'gratz'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'gratzy!'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in minotaur), 'Thank you! One step closer to Sparhawk being able to spank me.'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'oh my, are you into that?'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'rOsr aru.'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in minotaur), 'I ain't saying. I just know he wants to.'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'ah hehe'. 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'well be careful! his spanks hurt from time to time'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'I'n rhu umbydiyaknr yb nq Fayyvitu goow'. 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Myumer.'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in minotaur), 'Anyone speak Elven?'. 
 
An unseen force pins him firmly against the blackberry bush. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'You are NO Maimer'. 
 
Asterius frowns. What's bothering him? 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'lvuvqynu but itc yppyrentyy'. 
 
Ghazkull gossips (in elven), 'most of us z rhunf'. 
 
Asterius struggles. 
 
Briars and thorns wrap around his limbs. 
 
Asterius growls, better look out. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'I can't confess my sins to you, whereas Maimer was my goto Preacher :('. 
 
Asterius flails wildly against the briars with his axe. 
 
At his assault, the briars release you instantly. 
 
Asterius pants and tries to catch his breath. 
 
Asterius stops using a woodsman's axe. 
 
Asterius gently reaches out to touch the thornbush. 
 
Asterius mumbles, 'I wonder' 
 
Asterius stops using a platinum bracer. 
 
Asterius reaches out his hand, scratching his wrist against the thorns. 
 
Asterius says in a low voice, 'Do you like blood, my pretty?' 
 
Asterius pricks his wrist on one of the thorns, letting a few drops of blood drop onto the earth. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I think the thornbushes went back to sleep'. 
Asterius gets a hangdog expression. 
 
Asterius stage whispers, 'And you haven't seen hangdog until you've seen a hangdog minotaur' 
 
(End scene) 
 
 
==KYN==
 
*** THERE IS A QUEST IN PROGRESS *** 
*** DEATH WILL CAUSE CHARACTER'S CORPSE TO APPEAR IN INVENTORY *** 
*** SAFE ROOMS ARE CURRENTLY *NOT* SAFE. *** 
*** Quest sign-up has ended. *** 
*** Quest scheduled to end in: 19min (2015-09-14 19:24:32) *** 
 
Mugen gossips (in common), 'is this KYN?'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Aye'. 
 
Someone gossips, 'Yes.'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'whats that'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in minotaur), 'Kill your neighbor'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'well thats not very nice!'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in minotaur), 'Or Kiss your neighbor... I can never get those straight'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Wieldina y wuapyn vyeyw gu smarr vfyvhawk'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'oh kisses sound nice'. 
 
==Float Trips and Spooky Wind Noises==
 
A Creek through Alpine Meadow 
[Exits: north east south west] 
 
A thrush sings a little song. 
 
A Joining of Creeks 
[Exits: north east] 
A thrush sings a little song. 
A brown trout swims past. 
A brown trout swims past. 
 
You are pulled east. 
In a River Canyon in the Hills 
 
Asterius smiles happily. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Now I just need some cloth to wrap around my lemonade and I'm cruising in style!'. 
 
Asterius gets a jar of spiked lemonade from a rattrap. 
Asterius smiles happily. 
 
Asterius leans back and floats. 
 
<floats along for a while, being pulled by the current> 
 
Asterius sighs. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I'm bored'. 
 
((SNIP)) 
 
Asterius gossips (in minotaur), 'Ghazkull... I've heard of the Triat and such, but may I ask... What does CBS stand for?'. 
 
Ghazkull gossips (in elven), 'zt's a Sefuv vurrer Club rembevspif nunber'. 
Ghazkull gossips (in elven), '[0;35mutrurs symerhing enwer his greyrh*'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in minotaur), '*looks mildly embarrassed* I'm afraid I never had time to learn elven...'. 
 
Ghazkull gossips (in common), 'It's a Super Secret Club Membership number'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in minotaur), 'Oh, ok'. 
 
Ghazkull gossips (in common), 'hehe'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in common), 'Thought would ask *shrug*'. 
 
Ghazkull gossips (in common), 'hehe'. 
Ghazkull gossips (in common), 'It's an OOC reference for a few people is all'. 
Ghazkull gossips (in common), 'nothing sinister.'. 
 
You hear spooky wind noises. 
 
Asterius gossips (in common), 'Mm hmm. Sinister. Yes.'. 
Asterius gossips (in common), '*looks startled*'. 
 
Was that footsteps behind you? 
 
Asterius gossips (in common), 'Did you hear that?'. 
 
Asterius looks around: 
Entrance to a Dark Tunnel 
Darkness surrounds you and makes you feel a bit uncomfortable, sort of like the world has swallowed you up and cut off all your air. The musty air only serves to heighten the feeling. This feeling isn't hell, but it sure is close. Looking around as your eyes adjust to the darkness, you can discern there is a trapdoor above you and that the tunnel heads off east. Other than that, there is little for your senses to grab onto. 
 
Asterius spins around. 
Asterius shivers, Brrrrrrrrr. 
 
Asterius steels himself. 
 
Ghazkull gossips (in common), 'I am currently in a very giant city, I can hear lots of things.'. 
 
Asterius cuddles his bag. 
Asterius gossips (in minotaur), 'Probably just the wind. In a dark tunnel. At night.'. 
Asterius gossips (in minotaur), 'I'm ok'. 
 
You get a fortune in gold from a chest. 
You get a fortune in jewels from a chest. 
 
Asterius frowns, What's bothering you? 
 
< on a side note. The map on the wiki of Harper's Landing is incomplete. It does not include the underground tunnels. > 
 
Asterius gossips (in minotaur), 'Next thing you know I'll run into some ROUS''. 
Asterius gossips (in minotaur), 'Rude on the Outside even when Upside down over a spit Sparhawk's'. 
 
 
==The Unripe Peach==
 
The Burned Husk of the Midgaard Daily News 
 
The corpse of the newsboy is lying here. 
Sabella is here. 
(White Aura) Greta waits for the damage inspector to arrive. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Oh dear...'. 
Asterius blushes scarlet. 
 
(Asterius leaves and heads up to DarkClaw's temple.) 
 
An Elemental Lair 
(Intense Dark Purple Aura) DarkClaw is here. 
(Dark Purple Aura) Eyce, Snowman of Darkclaw, is here. 
 
Asterius bows before DarkClaw. 
 
Sabella tells Asterius (in common), '*in a low chuckle* What's wrong?'. 
 
DarkClaw hugs Asterius. 
 
Asterius grins happily. 
 
Asterius holds a faceted globe of crystal with snow inside in your hands. 
Asterius shakes the snowglobe vigorously. 
 
Asterius tells Sabella (in minotaur), 'Ahem, nothing...'. 
Asterius tells Sabella (in common), 'Ahem, nothing...'. 
 
Sabella tells Asterius (in common), '.. my tongue is capable of twisting around every language. Speak as you 
like.'. 
 
Asterius tells Sabella (in minotaur), 'mrfle'. 
 
Asterius stops using a faceted globe of crystal with snow inside. 
Asterius prays, 'Do you still want one?'. 
 
DarkClaw grins evilly at him. 
 
Asterius clear his throat. 
 
DarkClaw tells Asterius, 'Please!'. 
 
Asterius stammers, 'I mean... a snowglobe...' 
 
Asterius sacrifices the snowglobe to DarkClaw 
 
DarkClaw chuckles at his joke. 
DarkClaw thanks him heartily. 
 
Asterius smiles happily. 
Asterius tells Sabella (in minotaur), 'Ahem. May I ask... where perchance did you find your... jewelry?'. 
 
Sabella tells Asterius (in common), 'It was crafted by a Patron as a gift.'. 
 
Asterius tells Sabella (in minotaur), 'Aah, I was afraid so'. 
 
DarkClaw gets a luscious chocolate frosted cupcake from a crystalline prism. 
DarkClaw gives Asterius a luscious chocolate frosted cupcake. 
 
Asterius tells Sabella (in minotaur), 'Does your patron need a little extra muscle?'. 
 
Asterius grins evilly. 
 
Asterius looks at the cupcake: 
Frosting is piled high upon this decadently dark chocolate cupcake. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'mmm'. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Almost too good to eat'. 
 
Sabella tells Asterius (in common), '*a touch of sorrow is audible for only the briefest moment* .. He does not, 
no. And he is no longer my Patron.'. 
 
DarkClaw nods in recognition to him. 
 
Asterius tells Sabella (in minotaur), 'Oh... I'm sorry.'. 
 
Asterius gets a fortune in jewels from a bag. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Umm...'. 
 
DarkClaw sighs loudly. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I don't suppose you have need of such'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'No, but thank you. My people are my fortune.'. 
 
Asterius blushes. 
Asterius tells Sabella (in minotaur), 'I don't suppose you have need of... *trails off*'. 
 
Sabella tells Asterius (in common), '... I have many needs... which are you referencing? '. 
 
Asterius ponders the jewels, 'May I offer them to Sabella?' 
 
DarkClaw says, 'If you wish.'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Seems like something she might like... But I don't wish to...'. 
Asterius looks closely at her face. 
 
Asterius gets a willow fishing pole from a rattrap. 
Asterius clears his throat. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Milady, I don't wish to... It was only...'. 
 
DarkClaw raises an eyebrow at him. 
DarkClaw says, 'Yes?'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I don't wish to upset you if you don't think I should '. 
 
Through the Chyld/Maker Bond: *sends flashes of incoherent images and a sensation of casual interest* 
 
DarkClaw says, 'It won't upset me, Asterius, if you...'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I don't intend to... I just think she's kinda cute'. 
 
Through the Chyld/Maker Bond: *one of the images resolves to show Sabella, nipple rings standing out sharply against her top, and a sense of amusement* 
 
Asterius looks down and says, 'I mentioned the other day that I'm not the jealous type' 
 
Asterius continues, 'But I know that's not true of all people, and I know even less about the thoughts and wishes of Ancient Kindred'. 
 
Asterius looks up, 'such as you'. 
 
DarkClaw asks softly and carefully. "You wish to play with her?" 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I don't know, but let's say I wouldn't mind buttering her up a bit. If nothing else, she looks like she'd be the kind of person to be extremely entertaining at parties'. 
 
Sabella tells Asterius (in common), '*in a gentle voice with a slight undercurrent of disappointment to it:* I asked 
you a question...'. 
 
Asterius tells Sabella (in minotaur), 'Umm... I'm... negotiating... with someone else...'. 
 
DarkClaw turns her head to look into the hearth, watching the fire elementals dance. "Do as you wish, Chylde. 
I hold no ties over you in that regard." 
 
Asterius drops a fortune in jewels. As it hits the floor, it vanishes in a flash. 
A thundering voice screams, 'HOW DARE YOU DESECRATE HOLY GROUND!' 
 
Sabella tells Asterius (in common), '.. Ah. Very well then.'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Milady'. 
 
DarkClaw jerks her gaze back to him sharply. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I have no wish to throw away something so sweet for an unripe peach, just out of 
reach'. 
Asterius kneels at her feet. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'You wouldn't be throwing away anything, would you?'. 
 
Asterius whispers, 'I have no claim to you, it's true, But that doesn't mean I don't value you. If you but said the word I would drop everything I own into the fire'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'I already gave my consent, Asterius.'. 
 
Asterius drops a willow fishing pole. As it hits the floor, it vanishes in a flash. 
A thundering voice screams, 'HOW DARE YOU DESECRATE HOLY GROUND!' 
 
DarkClaw says, 'It is not even my place to say yes or no.'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I would believe you, if not for the look on your face'. 
 
DarkClaw smiles at him softly. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I do not wish your consent... but instead to know your heart. Would it bother you if I had..? Not to bind, but to choose my path'. 
 
DarkClaw sighs and looks back to the hearth. "Not even I know my heart anymore." 
 
 
==The Pain of The Past==
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I was careless. Forgive me?'. 
Asterius leans forward. 
 
DarkClaw drops her gaze thoughtfully, gathering her words. 
DarkClaw says, 'It is...complicated.'. 
 
Asterius stills, a tear dropping from his chin. 
Asterius nods solemnly. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I should not have asked, not tonight of all times'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Why not tonight?'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Not so soon after...'. 
Asterius whispers, 'the unpleasantness at the end of last night'. 
 
DarkClaw blurts out, "I am still healing from the scars left by Venom. I want nothing more than to forget 
about him..." 
 
DarkClaw whispers, "And I..." 
DarkClaw blows out a breath. 
DarkClaw says, 'I should not even be thinking along these lines.'. 
 
Asterius reaches out a hand to rest it on her leg, then pulls it back. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I would do anything to take that hurt away'. 
 
Asterius shakes his head, 'If only it were possible...', and sighs. 
 
DarkClaw shakes her head quickly. "I fear becoming too attached to another, yet I crave it." 
 
Asterius nods slowly and then says, barely audible, 'and I fear you casting me aside' 
 
Asterius whispers, 'for I do not think I could bear it' 
Asterius's shoulders begin to shake as tears roll down his cheeks. 
 
DarkClaw reaches out and draws him into her arms, pulling him close. "Why do you think I would cast you 
aside?" 
 
Asterius shakes in your arms, unable to speak. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Tell me, Asterius...'. 
 
Through the Chyld/Maker Bond: *flashes of Asterius' past, discarded by his parents, shunned by the villagers* 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Do you know what it is you want from...'. 
DarkClaw pauses to take in the images, piecing them together. 
 
Through the Chyld/Maker Bond: *blood. hunger. thirst. fighting for scraps. drinking the blood of the maids in the fortress* *farther back, a starving child, fighting for scraps outside the fortress walls* *cast out again* *fear, thirst* *himself in your temple, on his knees* 
 
Asterius wails, 'I can't stop it!' 
 
Asterius bites his own hand, blood spilling down as he tries to feed. 
 
DarkClaw hugs him close, one hand taking his from his lips as she whispers, "Feed from me." 
 
Asterius whimpers and bites down on her hand. 
 
DarkClaw winces and takes in a breath between clenched teeth. 
 
Asterius feeds, frantic at first, then the shaking subsides as his feeding slows. 
Asterius twitches as he comes to his senses, tearing away from your hand. 
 
Asterius says, exhausted, 'what...' 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'how did I get... What did I do..?'. 
 
DarkClaw brings her own hand to her lips and seals the wounds closed, watching as the torn open flesh mends 
itself together. 
 
Asterius watches disbelieving. 
 
DarkClaw says simply, "You fed." 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I remember crying...'. 
Asterius looks embarrassed and sad. 
 
Asterius mumbles, 'it's like yesterday all over again… Sabella was teasing me... and I lost control… I fed over and over from the servants in the fortress.. I couldn't stop.' 
 
DarkClaw frowns at his words, drawing a hand repeatedly through his mane, soothing him. 
DarkClaw says, 'You are fighting for control. I have faith in your ability to overcome.'. 
 
DarkClaw decides to let her earlier question wait till another time. 
 
Asterius rests his cheek against her side. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'You suffered much.'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I'm sorry about your hand. And the furs...', and gestures to the blood still dripping from his hand. 
 
DarkClaw grins quickly and chuckles. "My hand is already healed. Furs are replaceable." 
 
Asterius gets an apron from a backpack. 
 
DarkClaw stays his hand. 
 
Asterius looks up at her. 
 
DarkClaw stares into his eyes while bringing his hand to her lips and taking a small drink, then licking 
over the torn flesh. 
 
Asterius gives her an uncertain smile. 
 
 
==What It Is He Wants==
 
DarkClaw sighs softly, noticing your reaction. "Is this about last night?" 
DarkClaw says, 'About Spar?'. 
 
Asterius gulps and whispers, 'maybe...' 
Asterius whispers, 'I don't know. I don't think so?' 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Spar chose to leave of his own accord. I did not cast him aside.'. 
 
Asterius shakes his head gently. 
Asterius whispers, 'I know' 
 
DarkClaw says, '...Are you unsure what you want from us?'. 
 
Asterius whispers, 'No. I know what I want. I just got scared all of a sudden that I was screwing things up' 
 
DarkClaw hesitates again, unsure if she even wishes to know. "...What is it that you want?" 
 
Asterius whispers, 'then I got scared that me being scared was screwing things up even worse, then I think I blacked out' 
 
DarkClaw frowns at his words. 
 
Asterius takes a slow calming breath. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I don't want to push... '. 
 
Asterius whispers to himself, 'that's not what you asked...' 
 
Asterius takes another breath. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I want to be by your side'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'But you already are.'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Everything else is...''. 
Asterius holds up a cupcake, 'frosting' 
 
Asterius eats a luscious chocolate frosted cupcake. 
Asterius looks pensive. 
 
Through the Chyld/Maker Bond: *flashes of shame at dishonesty'* 
 
Asterius stiffens his shoulders. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I want you, Milady. You inside me. Me inside you. Owned. Possessed. '. 
 
Asterius whispers, 'But I will take what I can get' 
 
Through the Chyld/Maker Bond: *pride and fear and the truth* 
 
DarkClaw searches your eyes quietly as her walls lift enough to send a wave of uneasiness and hope(?) through 
the bond. "...Hearts as well?" 
 
Asterius whispers into her dress, 'Hearts as well... but I can wait all my days for you to be ready' 
 
DarkClaw bites her lower lip, drawing blood, the scent reaching his nostrils quickly, her pulse quickening. 
 
Asterius presses his hands into his sides. 
 
Through the Maker Bond: Images of cruel sex, a bloodied and beaten Star, spread naked upon the ice...a hand holding a cross as it burns the flesh of her backside... 
 
Asterius startles, eyes widening. 
 
Through the Maker Bond:...fangs tearing mercilessly at her throat... 
Through the Maker Bond: A hand squeezing her neck brutally... 
 
Asterius throws a hand up in front of him and gags. 
 
Through the Maker Bond: Yet love...transfers through the bond, faint but still present. 
 
Asterius struggles for breath, unable to separate himself from the visions, eyes darting back and forth 
unseeing. 
 
Through the Maker Bond: Then a stronger sense of hatred and betrayal. 
 
Asterius takes a gasping breath and roars. 
 
DarkClaw slams the walls shut, realizing the transference, and she pulls away abruptly, standing. 
 
Asterius stumbles to the floor, panting for breath. 
 
DarkClaw grins and bares her fangs. Tendrils of fog rise from the ground, twisting their way up and around 
her form to shroud it from view. 
 
Asterius curls up on the floor as tears leak silently down. 
 
 
==The Wounds Run Deep==
 
Asterius pulls himself to his feet. 
 
DarkClaw emerges from a thick layer of mist as it dissipates and seeps into the ground, a soft whisper filling 
the area. 
 
Asterius looks about uncertainly. 
Asterius gulps and steps slowly towards her. 
 
DarkClaw stands close to the office door, eying you cautiously. "I'm sorry, I just...I shouldn't have allowed 
you to witness that." 
 
Asterius stops and looks down. 
Asterius runs his hands down his sides, smoothing his fur into place. 
 
Asterius says (in common), 'I'm sorry'. 
 
DarkClaw says softly, "You've nothing to apologize for." 
 
Asterius looks uncertain. 
 
DarkClaw steps closer to him, stopping an arm's length away. "I want nothing more than to forget...him. But the wounds run deep.” 
 
Asterius whispers, 'I think I'd hoped that... with enough time... I, too, might forget. But it doesn't work 
that way, does it..?' 
 
Asterius reaches slowly up to brush his finger against her lip. 
 
DarkClaw's eyes half close at his comforting touch. "No, but...perhaps we could bury the memories so deeply 
they are unlikely to trouble us again." 
 
Asterius takes the last step, closing the distance between her and rubbing his cheek against hers. 
 
DarkClaw sighs softly against his fur and presses into him, settling into his arms. "I'm not always such a 
mess...not always so...soft." 
 
Asterius wraps his arms around her. 
Asterius says (in common), 'Nor I. Is it always so difficult..?'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Hmm? Is what always so difficult?'. 
 
Asterius says (in common), 'The change..?'. 
 
Asterius whispers, 'relation... ships?' 
 
DarkClaw says, 'The change is different for each Kindred. Relationships, however...I've always found complicated. But it is said that things worth having require fighting for.'. 
 
Asterius stifles a chuckle, 'mating was always so... easy' 
 
Asterius sighs, coming to realize just how little he has seen of the world. 
 
DarkClaw smiles faintly, remembering her younger years. 
DarkClaw steps back away from him and runs a hand swiftly through her hair. "What now?" 
 
Asterius shakes his head and half giggles, 'I have no idea' 
 
 
==For Comfort’s Sake==
 
Asterius looks thoughtful and takes a breath. 
Asterius says (in common), 'although... Would you feed from me again? I find it... peaceful... calming...'. 
 
DarkClaw grins, the firelight catching the tips of her fangs briefly. "Those are not words that come to mind 
for me when I'm being fed from." 
 
Asterius smiles, 'there are other sensations... emotions... as well... but they all lead to languid, tired, 
and peaceful' 
 
DarkClaw rubs her nose over the pulse in his neck, inhaling his scent deeply and purring. 
 
Asterius sighs contentedly. 
 
DarkClaw slowly lowers herself to the furs once more, tugging to ease him down alongside her. 
 
Asterius slides down, following her lead. 
 
DarkClaw drapes an arm and leg over him, tangling her limbs with his and running one of her palms over the 
opposite side of his jaw. 
 
Asterius relaxes into her embrace, closing his eyes and slowing his breathing. 
 
Asterius concentrates... 
 
Through the Chyld/Maker Bond: *flashes of you on top of him, riding him* 
 
Asterius's pulse starts to quicken, the vein thudding in his neck. 
Asterius takes a slow, shuddering breath and moans softly. 
 
DarkClaw growls softly at the memory from last night, lips moving over the pulsating vein, fangs finally 
embedding in his hide. 
 
Asterius gasps with pleasure and moans, rumbling deep in his chest. 
 
Through the Maker Bond: A feeling of togetherness...oneness...fills the bond completely, smothering any existing doubt or negative emotions. 
 
Through the Chyld/Maker Bond:'*stars in the nights sky* 
Through the Chyld/Maker Bond:'*a sense that everything is right in the worlds, the stars flowing across the night sky in perfect order* 
 
Asterius whispers, 'thank you' 
 
DarkClaw feeds slowly from his sustenance, taking her time, drawing out the pleasure and shared intimacy. 
 
Asterius reaches up to stroke her hip, reveling in the sensations. 
 
DarkClaw purrs and rubs her leg against his then finally eases back, not wanting to take too much. 
 
Asterius blinks drowsily. 
Asterius slides his hand down to her ass, squeezing it and chuckling softly. 
 
Asterius says quietly, 'I know thinking about that night helped me get my pulse to jump for you... but did 
you see it as well? It almost felt like I was able to.. send.. what I wanted you to see' 
 
DarkClaw whispers, "I saw it...felt it...even smelled your blood stronger as it coursed through your veins." 
 
Asterius smiles happily. 
 
DarkClaw continues, "It calls to me like none other's." 
DarkClaw blinks and frowns. 
 
Asterius murmurs, 'hmm..?' 
Asterius slides his hand across her hip to check for suspicious felines, or other furry things. 
 
DarkClaw shakes it off and rests her head against his shoulder, blood still trickling from his throat, its 
scent calming her. 
 
Asterius murmurs happily. 
 
DarkClaw rubs her cheek against you and whispers, "Sleep, love." 
 
As Asterius drifts off, he flashes an impudent grin and murmurs sleepily, 'yes Milady''. 
 
 
 
==Silliness To See If He’s Alone / Bardic Efforts ==
 
Asterius gossips (in common), 'Oh I'm all alone... there's no one here, beside me...'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in common), 'My problems are all gone... there's no one to, deride me...'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in common), 'But you gotta have friends...'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in common), '100k gold to the first person to...'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in common), 'So weird, it's like I'm talking to myself...'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in common), 'Ba da *clang* (rim shot)'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in common), 'Come on, somebody ask me about my goat'. 
 
Min [ Wa:20 ] Asterius Lost his billy goat, can he get yours? 
 
Asterius gossips (in common), 'Tough audience'. 
Asterius gossips (in common), 'I'll be here all week, try the rat stew!'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in common), 'Cordir is a meanie-head!'. 
Asterius gossips (in common), '*ducks*'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in common), 'I really must stop talking to myself...'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in common), 'I mean seriously. Doesn't anyone understand that I'm asking if I can "get" their "goat"?'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in common), 'Tough crowd...'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in common), 'That reminds me of the time that... no it doesn't'. 
 
2 characters. Total online: 2. 
Hum [ Lesser Goddess ] DarkClaw k'Treva, Ancient Chylde of Ybarra -= AOB =- 
Min [ Wa:20 ] Asterius Lost his billy goat, can he get yours? 
 
Asterius gossips (in common), 'And that's why DarkClaw is the best goddess ever'. 
Asterius gossips (in common), '*looks startled* oh, she's back'. 
 
Asterius prays, 'I've been working on a bardic story thing'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in common), 'Told a few jokes...'. 
 
DarkClaw gossips, 'Talking to yourself?'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in common), 'Nobody got the one about the goat and the elf with a heart full of gold'. 
Asterius gossips (in common), 'Maybe...'. 
 
DarkClaw tells Asterius, 'Ooo, what kind of story?'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in common), 'The dirty limerick didn't even draw any laughs. Although it suffers much in 
translation from minotaur into common...'. 
 
DarkClaw gossips, 'Try it in Elven.'. 
 
Asterius says (in common), 'There once was an elf by the name of McGregor'. 
 
You now speak the elven high tongue. 
 
Asterius gossips (in elven), 'Ssh, I don't want anyone to know I practiced it a little'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Yye've elyish secks.'. 
 
3 characters. Total online: 3. 
Elf [ Nexus Prime ] Sparhawk is a very, bad, bad, bad, Nexian 
Hum [ Lesser Goddess ] DarkClaw k'Treva, Ancient Chylde of Ybarra -= AOB =- 
Min [ Wa:20 ] Asterius Lost his billy goat, can he get yours? 
 
DarkClaw gossips, 'Too late.'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in elven), 'Son of a...'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), '*Yyuv'. 
 
You now speak minotauran. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'McGregor'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'An Irish Elf?'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'and He looks across the bar at the barkeep'. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'and he points outside, do you see that tree-dwelling?'. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I built that with me own two hands'. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'But do they call me McGregor the tree-dwelling builder?'. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'No...'. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Do you see those tables over there?'. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Inbuilt those with me own two hands... chopped down the tree..'. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'planed the wood...'. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'fitted every joint perfectly without glue or nail'. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'But do they call me McGregor the table-builder?'. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'No...'. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Do you see this sword? *draws sword from his sheath*'. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I built this with me own two hands'. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Dug the rock from the earth, separated the ore, smelted it, hammered it until me hands bled...'. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'But do they call me McGregor the sword-maker?'. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'No...'. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'But you fuck one goat!'. 
 
DarkClaw laughs. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'You'll have to use "swag" or something instead...tup?'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'swag one goat?'. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'how about mount?'. 
 
DarkClaw nods. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I'll work on it'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Poke?'. 
 
DarkClaw giggles. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'ooh'. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I like that'. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'McGregor the goat-poker!'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Me too.'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in minotaur), 'Asterius, there’s a rock outside your temple, I dare you to pick it up'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'has a kinda ring to it'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'It does.'. 
 
DarkClaw gossips, 'You know I cannot.'. 
 
DarkClaw gossips, 'Oh...'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I'd walk out and sacrifice it to you, but I don't want to encourage him'. 
 
DarkClaw chuckles, evidently amused. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'he just wants attention. I had a goat like that once'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'He wants you dead.'. 
 
Asterius nods. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Unlikely he'll succeed'. 
 
DarkClaw smiles happily. 
 
Asterius says, 'I'm quick like a bunny'. 
 
 
==Punch Drunk and Costume Planning==
 
Asterius wrinkles his nose. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I dropped the willow fishing rod, didn't I...'. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'rats'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I thought it's go nicely with the large book'. 
 
(The day before he gave a large book to DC) 
 
Asterius gets a wickedly barbed fishing spear from a rattrap. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'You did, when you were worried...'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'This thing is a little intimidating, even to me'. 
 
DarkClaw raises an eyebrow. 
 
Asterius mimes swinging it at his own butt. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'That's the first one I've seen.'. 
 
Asterius belts out, 'Oh I'm shameless, *mumble* for the world to see...' 
 
DarkClaw snickers softly. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I may be somewhat punch drunk'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Did you put firebreather in your lemonade?'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I had some luck exploring earlier today...'. 
 
Asterius gets a still-warm chocolate chip cookie from a rattrap. 
Asterius gets an oatmeal cookie from a rattrap. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'found cookies...'. 
 
Asterius gets a delicious blackberry from a rattrap. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'oh! and fresh blackberries'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Oooo, the dark side really DOES have cookies!'. 
 
Asterius nods and laughs. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'come to the debt star... we have cookies...'. 
 
DarkClaw snickers softly. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'oh! and a complete set of black clothing'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Black is sexy.'. 
 
Asterius stops using a pair of banded mail leggings. 
Asterius wears some black pants on his legs. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Did you get a mask, too, so you could pretend to be Wesley'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'hmm... a bit tight. He didn't have one!'. 
 
DarkClaw pouts. 
DarkClaw gets a curved white silk mask with crimson lips and bloody fangs from a crystalline prism. 
 
DarkClaw sits down and thinks deeply. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'that's lovely'. 
 
DarkClaw smiles happily. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I'm on a quest to put together an all hallows eve outfit. Only a month left to prepare'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Excellent!'. 
DarkClaw nods. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'don't really have a theme yet, I'm just seeing what's out there'. 
 
DarkClaw tells Asterius, 'Cordir does costume contests every year.'. 
 
Asterius stops using some black pants. 
Asterius wears a pair of banded mail leggings on his legs. 
 
DarkClaw laughs. 
 
Asterius exhales. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'those pants were riding up something fierce'. 
 
DarkClaw rubs his crotch and winks. 
 
Asterius wiggles. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'oh, that's much better...'. 
 
 
==Bags and Bunnies==
 
Asterius puts some black pants in bag made from nose-twitching, extra-large bunny hide. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Where did you get the bag?'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'From... oh dear... Terribly nice fellow... shaman... big... one of your followers. Let me think'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Tirpitz?'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Yes! That was it. Wasn't quite sure why'. 
 
DarkClaw grins evilly. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'it's quite stylish, but he didn't seem to want it'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Very old, old friend.'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'would you like it? I'd feel better if it was somewhere safe. It's quite rare, I suspect'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'I'm sure it is. I can trade you a saddlebag for it.'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'not every day a bored deity sends extra-large bunnies out into the world'. 
 
DarkClaw smiles happily. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'if you'd like, I've got plenty of bags'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Alright. And the bunny was Natilena's. It's her pet.'. 
DarkClaw chuckles, evidently amused. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'oh my. I hope he had permission to "bag" it'. 
Asterius chuckles. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'I believe the Eldest has the only bag of me in existence.'. 
 
Asterius sacrifices the bag to DarkClaw. 
DarkClaw accepts the sacrifice you carry. 
DarkClaw gives you a gold coin for your sacrifice. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Tirpitz told me it was from a quest of some kind... something about rabid bunnies roaming the land. Didn't realize it was _her_ bunnies'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Thank you!'. 
 
Asterius smiles happily. 
 
DarkClaw nods. 
DarkClaw sits down and thinks deeply. 
 
DarkClaw gets a razor-sharp carrot-on-a-stick from a crystalline prism. 
DarkClaw says, 'Bunny weapon'. 
 
You laugh. 
 
DarkClaw giggles. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'She gave it to me to give a bunny she had put in my temple...'. 
 
You chuckle. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'for the bunny to wield?'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Told me to protect it, but Tynian slayed it.'. 
 
DarkClaw sighs loudly. 
 
Asterius looks sad. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'poor bunny'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'I can't compete with the mighty Dwarf!'. 
 
Asterius shakes his head sadly. 
 
DarkClaw puts a razor-sharp carrot-on-a-stick in a crystalline prism. 
 
Asterius rumbles, suddenly losing his train of thought. 
 
 
==Congrats and Playful Partings==
 
DarkClaw gasps in astonishment. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'You got another level!'. 
 
Asterius blushes. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'uh huh'. 
 
Asterius pokes a hoof in the furs, 'only one practice...' 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'but 24 hit points'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Forgive me for the late notice, but congrats.'. 
 
Asterius smiles happily. 
Asterius ftells, 'in my defense, there's not much left but languages for me to practice, assuming I don't break down and multi class'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'I had 86 practices left over at the end.'. 
 
Asterius nods. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'but you probably... went to school'. 
 
DarkClaw grins evilly. 
DarkClaw says, 'I was also Human. No offense intended.'. 
 
Asterius looks mock offended, hand over heart. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'I rather like your...larger qualities.'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I'be heard they actually let cow... femal... women go to school too!'. 
Asterius looks scandalized at his own words. 
 
Asterius grins at DarkClaw. 
 
Asterius ftells, 'I saw Samiyah on today and tried to apologize for...'. 
 
< DarkClaw makes an out of character comment about it being time to log off > 
 
Asterius gets an evil glint in his eyes. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Tell me I shouldn't tease you before I go'. 
 
DarkClaw narrows her gaze and smirks. "If I do that, then you will." 
 
Asterius is almost always looking for a spanking... 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'No I wouldn't... I'd be *shudder* good.'. 
 
DarkClaw winces. Ouch! 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'See, that would be even crueler'. 
 
Asterius grins evilly. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'You dare cuss in my office like that?!'. 
 
Asterius ducks and turns his head away in mock fear, tail twitching seductively. 
 
DarkClaw hauls back a hand and brings it down HARD on his ass with a resounding *THWACK!*. 
 
Asterius tries to turn his moan into a whimper. 
 
DarkClaw grins evilly at him. 
 
Asterius stays bent over slightly and reaches down to adjust his sword. 
 
DarkClaw leans down and kisses the spot she just assaulted. 
 
DarkClaw smirks at his saying. 
 
Asterius sighs happily. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I'm sorry for using that word, Milady'. 
 
Asterius gives her wide, sincere as he can pretend eyes, 'I promise not to do it again... much' 
 
DarkClaw chuckles knowingly and shakes her head. 
 
Asterius turns quickly and impulsively kisses her hand. 
Asterius bows deeply. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Until the next time, Milady'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Sleep well, Asterius.'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I'll go see what's sitting in the hallway. I wouldn't be surprised if I turn pink...'. 
 
Asterius beams a smile at DarkCLaw. 
 
<they both wander around outside> 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'hmm, no rock'. 
 
What's bothering you? 
 
DarkClaw laughs. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Perhaps he got lost'. 
 
Asterius ftells, 'and left it somewhere else'. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'Goodnight.'. 
 
Asterius ftells, 'Good night, Milady'. 
 
 
==The Ones That Got Away... ==
 
Sabella gossips (in common), 'Hello, darlings.'. 
 
Elistan arrives from the east. 
 
Ghazkull gossips (in common), 'Good evening, Sabella.'. 
 
Sabella gossips (in common), '.. Hello, Kindred.'. 
 
Asterius arrives from the east. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Oh dear...'. 
Asterius blushes scarlet. 
 
Asterius leaves east. 
 
Sabella tells Asterius (in common), '*in a low chuckle* What's wrong?'. 
 
(Asterius flees, and Sabella stalks the guild looking for him.) 
 
Asterius tells Sabella (in minotaur), 'Ahem, nothing...'. 
Asterius tells Sabella (in common), 'Ahem, nothing...'. 
 
Sabella tells Asterius (in common), '.. my tongue is capable of twisting around every language. Speak as you like.'. 
 
Asterius tells Sabella (in minotaur), 'mrfle'. 
 
Sabella looks at Ghazkull. 
 
There are few things in this world with the grace and beauty of an Elf -- as if 
the distant stars themselves had come to life. The man before you is such a one. 
He has the height of many of his kind, but his frame bears more muscle than the 
norm for the children of Loth-Llorien. Perhaps it is due to a life of adventure 
or from the unlife he was reborn into as one of the Kindred. His full lips are 
curved in a wry smile, the points of his fangs visible, but his eyes are gentle 
hazel, not the angry crimson of a vampire in need of sating. With a courtly bow, 
he acknowledges your notice. He murmurs a polite greeting in his native tongue. 
As he brushes back the well-groomed and artfully braided silvery tumble of knee 
length hair that cascaded forward when he bowed, a vivid, ugly scar is revealed 
upon his brow. It is an eternal reminder of the terror that led to his Embrace, 
and all that has passed between then and now. A subtle shift in the air nearby 
causes his eyes to briefly close, an intimate smile curving his lips. He seems 
to have a brief moment of communion with some unseen creature and then his eyes 
meet yours once more. 
Ghazkull could sell you the Bog and you would thank him. 
Ghazkull is in perfect health. 
 
Sabella says (in common), 'Hello.'. 
 
Ghazkull nods respectfuly to You. 
 
Sabella murmurs sotto voce, '.. oh one that got away..' 
 
Sabella gives him a slightly predatory look. 
 
Anima raises an eyebrow. 
 
Sabella tilts her head to one side, regarding the mysterious figure. 
 
Ghazkull blinks, momentarily startled at her words before his composure returns. 
 
Asterius tells Sabella (in minotaur), 'Ahem. May I ask... where perchance did you find your... jwelry?'. 
 
Sabella tells Asterius (in common), 'It was crafted by a Patron as a gift.'. 
 
Asterius tells Sabella (in minotaur), 'Aah, I was afraid so'. 
 
Asterius tells Sabella (in minotaur), 'Does your patron need a little extra muscle?'. 
 
Sabella tells Asterius (in common), '*a touch of sorrow is audible for only the briefest moment* .. He does not, no. And he is no longer my patron.'. 
 
Asterius tells Sabella (in minotaur), 'Oh... I'm sorry.'. 
 
Sabella glances over at Ghazkull. 
 
Sabella walks in a slow circle around the weary Kindred, the sound of her heels loud in the echoing hallway. 
 
Ghazkull's head twitches slightly as the Angel leans in to whisper something in his ear. 
 
Sabella sips from her goblet, slaking one thirst. 
 
Elistan arrives from the south. 
The zombie arrives from the south. 
 
The zombie rests. 
Elistan leaves east. 
 
The zombie's sores fester. 
The zombie's disease hits herself. 
 
The zombie regains her footing. 
 
You tell Elistan (in common), '*in a soft pout* Would you mind being a dear and bringing your friend somewhere else, please?'. 
 
Asterius tells Sabella (in minotaur), 'I don't suppose you have need of... *trails off*'. 
 
The zombie's sores fester. 
The zombie's disease hits herself. 
 
You tell Elistan (in common), 'Her festering pustules are spattering ooze everywhere... '. 
 
Elistan arrives from the east. 
The zombie prays for transportation. 
The zombie disappears in a black mushroom cloud. 
 
Elistan tells you (in common), 'ack'. 
Elistan tells you (in common), 'my bad'. 
 
Elistan leaves east. 
 
Sabella tells Asterius (in common), '... I have many needs... which are you referencing? '. 
 
A magical spring flows from the ground. 
 
Sabella washes the zombie ooze from her shoes. 
 
Asterius gossips (in minotaur), 'Good night Ghazkull'. 
 
Sabella says (in common), 'good night, Ghazkull Mahsong.'. 
 
Sabella looks at Ghazkull, intent in her gaze. 
 
Ghazkull bows deeply to Sabella, allowing his braid and mark to show, before departing. 
 
Sabella tells Asterius (in common), 'in a gentle voice with a slight undercurrent of disappointment to it: I asked you a question...'. 
 
Asterius tells Sabella (in minotaur), 'Umm... I'm... negotiating'. 
Asterius tells Sabella (in minotaur), '... with someone else...'. 
 
Sabella tells Asterius (in common), '.. Ah. Very well then.'. 
 
 
==Armadillo-like Accoutrements and Access Panels==
 
The Lower Hall 
[Exits: north up] 
(Dark Cyan Aura) Mnaramenth is here. 
Mish Leigh Salvandor will use her contacts to help you... for a price. 
 
Sabella looks at Mnaramenth 
 
It's a beautiful day, isn't it? Birds singing, big puffy clouds..wait...do you detect the scent of alcohol? Here? And what IS that whistling noise filling the air...? 
 
Suddenly, you hear loud cracking noises, and there is an explosion to your right, sending dirt and splinters everywhere. You lie there, dazed, for a moment, before collecting your thoughts....namely, What the hell was that?! 
 
You see to your left a large tree trunk that nearly hit you....it's trunk is shattered, as if hit with a large rock...which brings you to that explosion...you begin to move towards the crater and you hear a noice...metallic tinkling, light clanking, and sounds of many things ringing as they jumble into one another...and a tall form, heavily armored, pulls itself from the crater... 
 
Mnaramenth raises his fist to the sky in fury. Mnaramenth shouts (in draconic),'Yeh durn lizard! Yeh wohn' be shakin' me so easily next time, I'm tellin yeh!' 
 
The form dusts itself off, and you can make out the details now...pointed ears, bright orange and blonde streaked hair. You see his eyes are a very bright, piercing blue...and his armor is extremely heavy looking, and appears well taken care of. The kind of armor you'd expect to make a pretty solid wall if you tried to hit it...no wonder that tree is in such rough shape now. 
 
Mnaramenth says (in elven), 'Hmmm...are you alright there? Looks like I almost hit you...' and snickers to himself. 
 
Mnaramenth pulls a mug out of a bag and utters the words 'Watz Brre'. He then hands you the now full mug. 
 
Mnaramenth says (in common), 'Therr yeh be goin'...yeh should be alrigh' noow...an' iff'n yeh'll be excusin' meself, I's gots a dragon what I owe summat! 
 
Mnaramenth is built like a TANK! 
Mnaramenth could sell you the Bog and you would thank him. 
Mnaramenth shows little sign of injury. 
 
Sabella says (in common), 'well.. Hello...'. 
Sabella says (in common), 'Aren't you a pretty golem...'. 
 
Mnaramenth chuckles, evidently amused. 
 
Sabella pertly raps with her knuckles upon your hard outer shell. 
 
Mnaramenth says (in common), 'I be doin' lots o' deflectin' an' whatsists'. 
 
Sabella says (in common), 'I would imagine that would be so.'. 
 
Sabella twirls a sable lock of hair around one finger as she thinks. 
 
Sabella says (in common), 'I do see some disadvantages to your armadillo-like accoutrements.'. 
 
Mnaramenth says (in common), 'Pfeh, a proper warric should be deflectin''. 
 
Sabella says (in common), 'How is a lady supposed to make an improper advance when it requires pliers and a can opener?'. 
 
Mnaramenth sits down and thinks deeply. 
Mnaramenth says (in common), 'well, you aren't noticing the proper access panels...'. 
 
Mnaramenth grabs her hand and places it. 
Mnaramenth says (in common), 'like, here'. 
Mnaramenth says (in common), 'easy access points'. 
 
Mnaramenth nods at himself; he must be getting senile. 
Mnaramenth coughs. 
 
Sabella allows her fingers to explore in depths a moment. 
 
Mnaramenth forgot he wasn't speaking a proper language. 
 
Sabella drags her nails, just barely making contact against the sensitive skin. 
 
Mnaramenth purrs contentedly in his lap. 
 
Sabella smiles wickedly at Mnaramenth. 
 
Sabella allows her fingers to trail more lightly over the skin she has been granted access to. 
 
Sabella sips some cool water from her goblet. 
 
The Lower Hall 
[Exits: north up] 
 
This hallway must have been built by giants! It is huge! Then 
again, there are more than a few giants that belong to The Guild, so 
it may just be so. A stairway leads up to another hallway above. 
(Hide) (Dark Purple Aura) Anima is here. 
(Dark Cyan Aura) Mnaramenth is here. 
Mish Leigh Salvandor will use her contacts to help you... for a price. 
 
Sabella glances at the shrouded figure and murmurs quietly, 'The blessings of Lord Nash upon you.' 
 
Anima bows before you. 
 
Mnaramenth says 'this one is without voice, thank you for your words'. 
 
Anima grins mischeviously. 
 
Sabella places one hand on her chest, just below the pool of her throat, inclines her head, and curtseys. 
 
Mnaramenth scratches his head. 
 
Sabella twirls a sable lock of hair around one finger as she thinks. 
 
Anima scratches Mnaramenth's head. 
 
Sabella says (in common), 'Did you sacrifice your tongue to Lord Nash's greatness?'. 
 
Anima nods. 
 
Mish says 'for this one speach can be achieved, but the cost is great'. 
 
Mnaramenth hands Anima some spare sewing thread. 
 
Anima thanks Mnaramenth heartily. 
 
Anima grunts. 
 
Sabella takes her leave.. 
 
Fare thee well! 
 
 
==Shrooms and Cuddles ==
(Log by Samiyah)
 
Someone gossips (in common), 'so what exactly do we do in this club of yours'. 
 
You gossip (in common), 'my Greetings to all'. 
 
Someone gossips (in common), 'is football football or is it really soccer'. 
 
Jamal gossips (in aarakocran), 'hello'. 
 
Someone gossips (in common), 'hi to not sure who yet'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Its football as in American football'. 
 
Ghazkull gossips (in common), 'Good evening, Almond.'. 
 
Someone gossips (in common), 'Sami?'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'No, its Portobello'. 
 
Ghazkull gossips (in common), 'Who else would I call Almond?'. 
 
Someone gossips (in common), '....'. 
 
Someone gossips (in common), 'omg do you call Portobello Almond?!'. 
 
Ghazkull gossips (in common), 'no, I call him Shroom.'. 
 
Someone gossips (in common), 'hello who I think is Samiyah'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Portobello IS the Almond'. 
 
Ghazkull gossips (in common), 'or Ohcraphesaftermerunaway'. 
 
Someone gossips (in common), 'hehehe'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'hi Sami!'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'I can't do that to my following:('. 
 
Someone gossips, 'What can't you do?'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Cuddle'. 
 
Someone gossips, 'Sad:( I cuddle my following.'. 
 
Katrana has granted you the ability to see her when she is invis. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Oh right'. 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'I can't PK my following members'. 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Porto can'. 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'It makes me jealous :<'. 
 
Katrana gossips, 'Also sad, and yes he can.'. 
 
Ghazkull gossips (in common), '*hasn't had a cuddle since he gave worship*'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Odd. I get cuddles from someone all the time'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'Ghaz needs a cuddle, and *someone* needs to stop obs me'. 
 
 
==His Accomplishments==
(Log by Samiyah)
 
Within a Grand Hunting Lodge 
[Exits: west] 
(Red Aura) An enormous, empty black iron cauldron hangs above an unlit firepit. 
(Invis 72) (Intense Light Red Aura) [GS] Katrana is here. 
 
Samiyah lays a leaf of dried sage on the fire, in an offering to the Wyldess. 
Scented smoke suffuses the air. 
 
You bow deeply. 
 
Katrana giggles. 
Katrana smiles at you. 
Katrana says, 'How are you lovely?'. 
 
You say (in common), 'I am well enough, and you, Sayyida?'. 
 
Katrana sits down and thinks deeply. 
Katrana says, 'I am well, thank you dear one!'. 
 
Katrana says, 'Your bonded is making very good progress!'. 
Katrana says, 'I'm extremely proud.'. 
 
You smile happily. 
You say (in common), 'I am as well!'. 
 
Katrana says, 'He has told me all about his adventures.'. 
Katrana says, 'That he managed to map Penfolds with just himself after Kethran had to leave.'. 
 
Katrana smiles happily. 
Katrana says, 'He is definitely growing.'. 
Katrana says, 'Hopefully he can see that.'. 
 
Katrana grins Wyldly. 
 
Samiyah beams with pride. 
 
 
==Tootsie Pops and Grapefruit==
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'kitttttty kat<3'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'hi Katrana!'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Hiya '. 
 
Katrana gossips, 'Hi Lexie!'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), ':( '. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'She didn't say hi to me first </3'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), ':('. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Yay!'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Licks!'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'you got licked?'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), ':?'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'are you a tootsie roll pop *drool*'. 
 
Katrana gossips, 'Lick him! Try!'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'hehe'. 
 
Katrana gossips, 'How many licks does it take?'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Heh.'. 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'I dunno, come find out'. 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'I'm sitting in hall of memory'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'i'm trapped'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Where'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'i dont know where!'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'I'll summon you'. 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Room name'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'in the cave'. 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'er in the caves'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Uhhh'. 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Teleport silly'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'yea was going to'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Lazy'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'i lost link here!'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'stairwell into darkness'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Teleport'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'oh i know where i am but i'm too lazy to walk'. 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'somewhere near the shipwreck i think'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'I don't think so'. 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'I think you're near madmans pet'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'well i left'. 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'no'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), '"left"'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'i'm with a beaver'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), '....'. 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'must....resist....'. 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Grapefruit.'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'oh its a mazey place near MOK'. 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'why are you saying grapefruit!'. 
 
Katrana gossips, 'He finds it too delicious?'. 
Katrana gossips, 'So it is in his thoughts constantly that he has to blurt it out?'. 
Katrana gossips, 'Perhaps it's an illness...has anyone tried to cast sanity?'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'i don't think his can be cured'. 
 
 
 
==Her Hero – Log by Samiyah==
(Log by Samiyah)
 
(Sami has been exp'ing in the Hall of Memory, and, getting tired, is momentarily distracted. A guard sends her to near unconsciousness, before she is able to hurriedly eat several pebbles, the pain clearly conveyed through the Bond. (Translation: I was cussing a LOT on teamspeak)) 
 
Ghazkull checks on your health. 
 
You say (in common), 'Oh! Hello!'. 
 
A bored south-facing Azure Guard corporal is DEAD!! 
 
You hug him. 
 
Ghazkull hugs you. 
 
You say (in common), 'Hello, what brings you here?'. 
 
Ghazkull says simply, 'You were in trouble' 
 
Samiyah smiles tenderly. 'I was, yes... and you came all the way across the world for me?' 
 
Ghazkull's head twitches slightly as the Angel leans in to whisper something in his ear. 
 
Ghazkull nods. 
Ghazkull smiles happily. 
 
Samiyah positively melts. 
 
You kiss him. 
 
Ghazkull's head twitches slightly as the Angel leans in to whisper something in his ear. 
 
Samiyah murmurs against your lips, 'Thank you. You are my hero, you know..' 
 
You kiss him. 
 
Ghazkull kisses you. 
 
You say (in common), '..I'm sorry to have interrupted your quest..'. 
 
Samiyah bites her lip. 
 
Ghazkull shrugs. 
 
You say (in common), 'I'll be more careful.'. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'I was about to give up the map for the evening'. 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'I am unable to find a particular key'. 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'and it is frustrating me'. 
 
You nod. 
You say (in common), 'seeking your rest, then?'. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'not right now'. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'I just wanted to make sure you were okay.'. 
 
You ponder the question. 
You say (in common), 'I am getting pretty tired.'. 
You say (in common), 'Perhaps I should be the one seeking rest.'. 
You say (in common), 'I wasn't able to pay careful attention to what I was doing, and the guard....'. 
 
Ghazkull's head twitches slightly as the Angel leans in to whisper something in his ear. 
 
Samiyah indicates her bloodied clothing. 
Ghazkull extends his arm. 
 
Samiyah steps in close, sliding her arm around that of her Bonded. 
Samiyah rests her hand on his wrist. 
Samiyah smiles up at her Bonded. 
 
Ghazkull utters the words, 'safhar'. 
The air shimmers as Ghazkull creates a portal here. 
 
The Office of the TFC Housing Authority 
[Exits: west] 
(White Aura) Wendell waits patiently while you decide where to live. 
 
Samiyah gets out a crimson silk pillow. 
Samiyah sets the pillow on the floor. 
 
Samiyah curls up, nearly asleep the moment her head touches the pillow's surface.

09-14-2014

2016-09-01T22:47:59Z

Aphelion: /* Her Hero – Log by Samiyah */

==Her Hero==
(Log by Samiyah)
 
(Sami has been exp'ing in the Hall of Memory, and, getting tired, is momentarily distracted. A guard sends her to near unconsciousness, before she is able to hurriedly eat several pebbles, the pain clearly conveyed through the Bond. (Translation: I was cussing a LOT on teamspeak)) 
 
Ghazkull checks on your health. 
 
You say (in common), 'Oh! Hello!'. 
 
A bored south-facing Azure Guard corporal is DEAD!! 
 
You hug him. 
 
Ghazkull hugs you. 
 
You say (in common), 'Hello, what brings you here?'. 
 
Ghazkull says simply, 'You were in trouble' 
 
Samiyah smiles tenderly. 'I was, yes... and you came all the way across the world for me?' 
 
Ghazkull's head twitches slightly as the Angel leans in to whisper something in his ear. 
 
Ghazkull nods. 
Ghazkull smiles happily. 
 
Samiyah positively melts. 
 
You kiss him. 
 
Ghazkull's head twitches slightly as the Angel leans in to whisper something in his ear. 
 
Samiyah murmurs against your lips, 'Thank you. You are my hero, you know..' 
 
You kiss him. 
 
Ghazkull kisses you. 
 
You say (in common), '..I'm sorry to have interrupted your quest..'. 
 
Samiyah bites her lip. 
 
Ghazkull shrugs. 
 
You say (in common), 'I'll be more careful.'. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'I was about to give up the map for the evening'. 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'I am unable to find a particular key'. 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'and it is frustrating me'. 
 
You nod. 
You say (in common), 'seeking your rest, then?'. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'not right now'. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'I just wanted to make sure you were okay.'. 
 
You ponder the question. 
You say (in common), 'I am getting pretty tired.'. 
You say (in common), 'Perhaps I should be the one seeking rest.'. 
You say (in common), 'I wasn't able to pay careful attention to what I was doing, and the guard....'. 
 
Ghazkull's head twitches slightly as the Angel leans in to whisper something in his ear. 
 
Samiyah indicates her bloodied clothing. 
Ghazkull extends his arm. 
 
Samiyah steps in close, sliding her arm around that of her Bonded. 
Samiyah rests her hand on his wrist. 
Samiyah smiles up at her Bonded. 
 
Ghazkull utters the words, 'safhar'. 
The air shimmers as Ghazkull creates a portal here. 
 
The Office of the TFC Housing Authority 
[Exits: west] 
(White Aura) Wendell waits patiently while you decide where to live. 
 
Samiyah gets out a crimson silk pillow. 
Samiyah sets the pillow on the floor. 
 
Samiyah curls up, nearly asleep the moment her head touches the pillow's surface.

09-14-2014

2016-09-01T22:47:43Z

Aphelion: 09-14-2014

==Her Hero – Log by Samiyah==
(Log by Samiyah)
 
(Sami has been exp'ing in the Hall of Memory, and, getting tired, is momentarily distracted. A guard sends her to near unconsciousness, before she is able to hurriedly eat several pebbles, the pain clearly conveyed through the Bond. (Translation: I was cussing a LOT on teamspeak)) 
 
Ghazkull checks on your health. 
 
You say (in common), 'Oh! Hello!'. 
 
A bored south-facing Azure Guard corporal is DEAD!! 
 
You hug him. 
 
Ghazkull hugs you. 
 
You say (in common), 'Hello, what brings you here?'. 
 
Ghazkull says simply, 'You were in trouble' 
 
Samiyah smiles tenderly. 'I was, yes... and you came all the way across the world for me?' 
 
Ghazkull's head twitches slightly as the Angel leans in to whisper something in his ear. 
 
Ghazkull nods. 
Ghazkull smiles happily. 
 
Samiyah positively melts. 
 
You kiss him. 
 
Ghazkull's head twitches slightly as the Angel leans in to whisper something in his ear. 
 
Samiyah murmurs against your lips, 'Thank you. You are my hero, you know..' 
 
You kiss him. 
 
Ghazkull kisses you. 
 
You say (in common), '..I'm sorry to have interrupted your quest..'. 
 
Samiyah bites her lip. 
 
Ghazkull shrugs. 
 
You say (in common), 'I'll be more careful.'. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'I was about to give up the map for the evening'. 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'I am unable to find a particular key'. 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'and it is frustrating me'. 
 
You nod. 
You say (in common), 'seeking your rest, then?'. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'not right now'. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'I just wanted to make sure you were okay.'. 
 
You ponder the question. 
You say (in common), 'I am getting pretty tired.'. 
You say (in common), 'Perhaps I should be the one seeking rest.'. 
You say (in common), 'I wasn't able to pay careful attention to what I was doing, and the guard....'. 
 
Ghazkull's head twitches slightly as the Angel leans in to whisper something in his ear. 
 
Samiyah indicates her bloodied clothing. 
Ghazkull extends his arm. 
 
Samiyah steps in close, sliding her arm around that of her Bonded. 
Samiyah rests her hand on his wrist. 
Samiyah smiles up at her Bonded. 
 
Ghazkull utters the words, 'safhar'. 
The air shimmers as Ghazkull creates a portal here. 
 
The Office of the TFC Housing Authority 
[Exits: west] 
(White Aura) Wendell waits patiently while you decide where to live. 
 
Samiyah gets out a crimson silk pillow. 
Samiyah sets the pillow on the floor. 
 
Samiyah curls up, nearly asleep the moment her head touches the pillow's surface.

09-13-2014

2016-09-01T22:43:59Z

Aphelion:

[[Category:Logs]]
[[Category:Daily RP Logs]]
[[Category:RP]]

==tiax aruoiwunsoh (An Attempt at Newbie Helping)==
 
(Sami meets Galimnor, a dwarven bard, and gives him several scores.) 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'are you in need of anything that i can help with?'. 
 
Galimnor shakes his head. 
Galimnor says (in common), 'not for the time being. With lq's not working i'm kinda defeated before I start'. 
 
Samiyah nods. 
Samiyah comforts Galimnor. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'mobhunt? Mob mastery?'. 
 
Galimnor says (in common), 'a mobmastery could be done, I think i'm still a little small to get places for mobhunt'. 
 
Samiyah smiles crookedly. 'I can help with that, you know.' 
 
Galimnor chuckles, evidently amused. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'and I'm happy to help a fellow Bard.'. 
 
Galimnor utters the words, 'tiax aruoiwunsoh'. 
Galimnor utters the words, 'tiax aruoiwunsoh'. 
Galimnor utters the words, 'tiax aruoiwunsoh'. 
Galimnor utters the words, 'tiax aruoiwunsoh'. 
 
Samiyah sits down and thinks deeply. 
Samiyah says (in common), 'what are you casting?'. 
 
Galimnor says (in common), 'Know alignment'. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'You said, 'Tiax aruoiwunsoh' and Tiax was an immortal here. I have seen his temple. So I didn't know if you were praying.'. 
 
Galimnor shakes his head. 
 
Samiyah nods. 
 
Galimnor says (in common), 'I wouldn't have known him, I'm too young'. 
 
Galimnor sleeps. 
 
Samiyah shrugs a little. "Well. Yes. Though, there are stories and such.." 
 
Galimnor wakes and stands up. 
 
Galimnor says (in common), 'I could use a waterskin if you had one handy.'. 
 
(Sami dashes over to Wintermeet) 
 
Samiyah gives an antelope hide waterskin to Galimnor. 
 
Galimnor bows deeply. 
Galimnor says (in common), 'Thank you'. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'of course.'. 
 
Galimnor drinks water from an antelope hide waterskin. 
 
Galimnor sleeps. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'Call on me if you need anything el...'. 
 
Samiyah falls silent as the dwarf abruptly sleeps. 
 
 
==A Gentle Reproach and a Status Report==
 
Samiyah beams a smile at Ghazkull. 
 
Ghazkull hugs Samiyah. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'Hello, Wind. Welcome back.'. 
 
Samiyah looks at Ghazkull. 
Ghazkull looks at Ghazkull. 
 
Samiyah's gaze flicks over his skin tone, the color of his eyes, his general appearance. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'You fed, then?'. 
 
Ghazkull sits down and thinks deeply. 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'A day or two ago'. 
 
Samiyah nods. 
Samiyah says (in common), 'How goes your Quest of Horribleness?'. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'My Triat Mastery Quest goes well, the tasks are slowly being completed.'. 
Ghazkull hugs Samiyah. 
 
Samiyah glances away, feeling his gentle reproach. 
 
Samiyah nods, and allows quietly, 'I am glad. I'm proud of all that you've been accomplishing.' 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'I still need to help others to two more Ascensions'. 
 
Samiyah pauses a moment and thinks. 
Samiyah says (in common), '..I am just picturing Jamal, clinging to your cloak, terrified, as you maul Hall Guards.'. 
 
Ghazkull giggles. 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'he is far too small at present'. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'Maybe so. But it's a funny thought.'. 
Samiyah beams a smile at Ghazkull. 
 
Ghazkull nods. 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'he currently could possibly perch on my other shoulder...'. 
 
Samiyah glances at the Angel. 
 
Ghazkull's head twitches slightly as the Angel leans in to whisper something in his ear. 
 
Samiyah smiles at the Angel's chatter. 
 
Ghazkull mutters, 'I know... I'm right here' 
Ghazkull rolls his eyes at the angel who grins defiantly at him. 
 
Samiyah giggles at the exchange. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'Well. You are certainly accomplishing more than I have. Three failed mob mastery quests so far today.'. 
 
Ghazkull winces. Ouch! 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'Have you been distracted by thoughts of me again?'. 
Ghazkull grins a wickedly toothy grin. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'I killed the wrong dragon and ...'. 
Samiyah breaks off her story and smiles tenderly. 'Always.' 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'the wrong dragon?'. 
 
Samiyah nods. 
Samiyah says (in common), 'Onyx, instead of Ebon. Plantation, when it should have been the Valley of Dhraxx.'. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'ahhh, the wrong Black.'. 
 
Samiyah nods. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'well that is an acceptable mistake to make.'. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'and I didn't wish to fight Nevyn. I regard him too highly...'. 
 
Ghazkull chuckles, evidently amused. 
 
Samiyah admits, 'And there's no way I could have found him in time.' 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'it cost me nearly an entire mana bar to get a mark on him earlier'. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'there was another one I failed, but I don't recall it now.'. 
 
Ghazkull's head twitches slightly as the Angel leans in to whisper something in his ear. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'I will be back in a moment'. 
Ghazkull kisses Sami. 
 
Samiyah glances at him curiously. 
Samiyah nods. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in elven), 'I'm sorry, I had an idea where one of the other zones was so went to check.'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), 'You needn't apologize, Wind. Did you find it?'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in elven), 'I didn't.'. 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in elven), 'there aren't that many places left to check though.'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), '*smiles* I have faith you'll find it.'. 
(And then later that night, he did…) 
 
 
==Confusion==
 
Samiyah gossips (in common), 'my Greetings to all!'. 
 
Kethran gossips (in common), 'Evening, Samiyah.'. 
 
Ghazkull gossips (in common), 'Good evening, Almond.'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'FeeeFiBoBami'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), '*smiles warmly* How are you, Wind?'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Saaaaaaami'. 
 
Samiyah gossips (in common), '*blinks in confusion*'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in common), 'Getting confused'. 
 
Mugen gossips (in common), 'heya Samiyah'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in common), 'and not by Sparhawk'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), 'Do you need Teas?'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in common), 'not that sort of confused hehe'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), 'oh.'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in common), 'this part of the zone is confusing me.'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), 'So are you on an adventure for your qu.. er.. Trial of Triat Mastery? Should I be quiet so as not to distract you? '. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in common), '*smiles a little at your correction* Feel free to talk to me, it might help soothe my frustration a little. Never feel that you need to be quiet'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), 'Well, I mean, if you were fighting Venom or walking a tightrope or composing a letter or talking to someone important, I wouldn't want to distract you. So I wasn't sure if you were .. distractable at the moment. I could feel something, but wasn't sure what was going on.'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in common), 'In those instances, I would not reply until I was able to. But I thank you for the thought'. 
 
 
==Where Has The Rum Gone?!==
(All Notes in parenthesis are commentary by Asterius) 
 
(Let us begin with an out of character quotable..? DarkClaw: How the hell do you kiss a minotaur?! ) 
 
Asterius prays, 'Good evening, Milady'. 
 
The Pit 
A grand staircase leads to the temples above. 
A pit for donations dominates the room. 
 
The earth trembles beneath you! 
 
Sparhawk arrives from above. 
Sparhawk looks at you. 
 
Asterius stops himself from pouncing on Sparhawk's pulsing jugular vein. 
Asterius smiles at him. 
 
Sparhawk growls at Asterius. Hey, two can play it that way! 
Sparhawk leaves up. 
 
Asterius tells Sparhawk (in minotaur), '*sigh* I'll keep working on it'. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'Good evening, Asterius.'. 
 
Asterius prays, 'That Sparhawk... gets all butt hurt 'cause I keep trying to bite him'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in minotaur), 'Hi all'. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, '*chuckle* He'll survive.'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in minotaur), 'And a special Hi to Sparhawk the Growly'. 
 
Kethran gossips (in common), '(It's a non-elf! Get 'im!)'. 
 
Asterius prays, 'Hey...'. 
 
An Elemental Lair 
(Intense Dark Purple Aura) DarkClaw is here. 
(Dark Purple Aura) Eyce, Snowman of Darkclaw, is here. 
 
Asterius bows before her. 
 
DarkClaw softly nuzzles his neck. 
 
Asterius smiles happily. 
Asterius takes off his cloak and puts away his axe. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'How're you?'. 
 
Samiyah gossips (in common), '*reproachfully* I am not an elf, Kethran. Are you going to come and 'get' me?'. 
 
Kethran gossips (in common), '*chuckle* I just might.....'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I am wellest'. 
 
Asterius gets an earthenware jug of rum from a bag. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I found alcohol!'. 
 
Asterius drinks firebreather from an earthenware jug of rum. 
Asterius looks a little tipsy. 
 
DarkClaw laughs. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Though it doesn't seem to effect me much'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'I see you've visited Filthy.'. 
 
Asterius grins evilly. 
Asterius brushes his cheek against her, then rests at her feet. 
 
DarkClaw purrs, holding his gaze as he pulls back. "Are you alright?" 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Oh quite'. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'That firebreather is potent stuff'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Mayhap I should have waited to taste it until later in the evening.'. 
 
DarkClaw chuckles, evidently amused. 
DarkClaw says, 'Why?'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Well I can't very well stumble around outside your temple. Would reflect poorly.'. 
 
DarkClaw grumbles something under her breath about a couple other of her drunk chyldren. 
 
Asterius tries to drink from a canteen and misses. 
Asterius snickers at his own evil thoughts. 
 
DarkClaw giggles. 
 
 
==Speaking of Kindred / Stupidly Late / Mobs Imitating Sparhawk==
 
A Painful Drop 
[Exits: west] 
WHAM!!!!!!! 
You are within inches of death! 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), '*you feel a sharp, overwhelming pain through the bond, but no distress*'. 
 
Standing Before an Arch of Obsidian 
[Exits: north east west] 
WHAM!!!!!!! 
You are within inches of death! 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), '(*again, blinding pain, but calm*)'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in common), 'I hit a nasty 1hp room earlier in my travels'. 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in common), 'although there were Nicholai tracks down there'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), '*struggling to keep her voice level* I have just found one as well. What were you doing there? Were you Hunting him?'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in common), 'I would never hunt the Eldest. I value my Thread.'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), 'and speaking of Kindred, have you met new .. erm.. Nephew.. ? Brother? Chylde of your Sister?'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in common), 'She has made another?'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), 'Yes. His name is Asterius. He is a minotaur. He is newly made and .. well.. *her tone becomes careful* He is struggling with his Thirst. '. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in common), 'I would not know, she still has not re-opened our Makers Bond. *you sense a slight bitterness in his voice*'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), '*bites her lip* I am sorry she has not. I tried talking to her about it, but.. the conversation did not go well.'. 
 
Kethran gossips (in common), 'Hello, Asterius.'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in minotaur), 'And a special Hi to Sparhawk the Growly'. 
 
Kethran gossips (in common), '(It's a non-elf! Get 'im!)'. 
 
Ghazkull gossips (in common), 'Greetings, Kindred.'. 
 
Ghazkull gossips (in common), '(How can you tell that i'm online supidly late?)'. 
Ghazkull gossips (in common), '(I get to see Boromir go vis :D)'. 
 
Boromir gossips, 'youre snoring ?'. 
 
Ghazkull gossips (in common), 'Good evening, Lord Boromir.'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in minotaur), 'You're speaking common?'. 
 
Samiyah gossips (in common), '*reproachfully* I am not an elf, Kethran. Are you going to come and 'get' me?'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'He might'. 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Be careful'. 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'He likes nonpointy eared things'. 
 
Kethran gossips (in common), '*chuckle* I just might.....'. 
 
Ghazkull gossips (in elven), 'I love agressive wimpy mobs'. 
Ghazkull gossips (in elven), 'I keel you!, I run away!'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Sounds like me'. 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Only'. 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'I'm not a mob'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), '*smiles and blows a kiss in your direction, sensing your frustration* You are in my thoughts.'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in common), '*smiles* Thank you, Almond, I appreciate it.'. 
 
 
==Globes, Balls and Buttons==
 
Asterius gets a faceted globe of crystal with snow inside from a backpack. 
Asterius looks more closely at the snowglobe: A tiny snowstorm is bound within this crystal globe. 
Asterius holds up a snowglobe in offering. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'That is yours.'. 
 
Asterius puts a faceted globe of crystal with snow inside in a backpack. 
Asterius smiles happily. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'If you acquire another you may offer it.'. 
 
Asterius smiles happily. 
 
DarkClaw nods in recognition to him. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'aww... alcohol wore off'. 
 
(Asterius makes some private comments about Sparhawk's cute butt, and something else about adoring fans, and maybe a little bit about signing the breastplates of female warriors...) 
 
DarkClaw tells Asterius, 'Just don't let me find out.'. 
 
Asterius prays, 'Uh oh'. 
 
DarkClaw tells Asterius, 'I might turn them into food.'. 
 
Asterius prays, 'Not even if I shared?'. 
 
DarkClaw tells Asterius, 'Well...that's a different story.'. 
 
Asterius winks suggestively at DarkClaw. 
 
(Asterius sighs to himself, followed by some _completely_ inappropriate discussion about his first encounter with Miss Sabella, the &^#$&^#^ tease.) 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'Do you want to read the story on my magicked eaten ball?'. 
 
Asterius prays, '*grin* sure!'. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'It's the only one in existence that I know of.'. 
 
DarkClaw gives Asterius the magicked eaten ball. 
 
Asterius examines the Magicked Eaten Ball: 
The Magicked Eaten Ball sits here. 
 
This is the Magicked Eaten Ball. How do you know? Well, that is a good question. You just do. Perhaps it's the magic. 
 
This quite heavy dark oblong ellipsoid is approximately the size of an adult human skull, and very smooth to the touch. The coloring is blotchy, and varies between puke green to almost black. It is not particularly attractive. 
 
Upon examination, its weight is probably due to the liquid you can feel sloshing around when you move the ball around. You could possibly crack this thing open, if so inclined. 
 
Where did it originate? What is its history? 
 
Asterius looks closer into the depths of the Ball: 
The Magicked Eaten Ball was first "discovered" by Mard, the self-styled "Creative with Words and Writings Man." It is said that his moniker was his best work. Mard was once invited by his friends on an expedition to a dragon's lair. Okay, he wasn't so much "invited," as he decided to just tag along, and the other members of his party were not "friends" so much as a small group of adventurers that did not initially want anything to do with Mard. After spending time with him (whether they wanted to or not), they relented, and allowed him to trail along behind them. The way the party saw it, having Mard along might be of benefit. After all, they were off to find gold and other riches, and unfortunately, "dragon's lair" often comes equipped with a real, live, deadly DRAGON. Mard was always so happy, talkative, and loud. He would make the perfect diversion (and snack) for any dragon in the area. Mard was oblivious, however. Mard felt like he had friends, and that he and his friends were on a grand adventure. 
 
Unfortunately, Mard was as clumsy in deed as he was in word. As he was setting up camp some distance away from the rest of the party (they told him it was for "security"), Mard fell. And landed, with a splat, into a large mound of smell that was only noticeable when he was enmeshed within it. 
 
As he struggled to free himself, he came across a large, smooth, roundish object, which he pulled out with him. 
 
Unfortunately, Mard was no longer suitable even as decoy, and sent him back to town. Just as well: the rest of the ill-fated party was eaten by the dragon. 
 
Mard took to research, and eventually discovered the origin of the ugly thing he had discovered. 
 
He found that dragons sometimes enjoy eating magical items. It's something of a delicacy for them, evidently. And even though a dragon's digestive system is very very efficient, there is some waste, particularly when magic is consumed. The... result... of the magic item consumed was the funny shaped ball. 
 
With this discovery, Mard had an opportunity to use his art of words, and name the object. He came up with "Magicked" -- it was a magical item consumed by the dragon; "Eaten" -- the magic item was eaten; "Ball" --though not actually round (and thus, not a ball), but close enough. 
 
Behold: The Magicked Eaten Ball! 
 
And so, Mard also added "figure outerer of things" to his self-proclaimed 
list of titles. 
 
Asterius laughs. 
 
DarkClaw grins evilly. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'It was gifted to me by Odie.'. 
 
Asterius chuckles. 
 
DarkClaw stops using (Ogre Aura) (Singing) an Oook Fan Club button. 
DarkClaw gives you (Ogre Aura) (Singing) an Oook Fan Club button. 
 
Asterius looks at the button: 
This button bears a distinctly Ogreish aura, and the image of our favorite bard. 
 
Every *true* Oook fan should have a button like this! It pulses with a crimson 
glow, rather similar to the food stains that color the infamous bard's clothes, 
and has a vaguely haphazard look to its construction. A slight odor seeps from 
the button, reminiscent of the swamps that surround the base of Skull Top. Its 
an entirely Ogre-ish sort of smell: a little grimy, a mite bit earthy, a tad... 
overpowering? But the neatest thing about this button is that it seems to be .. 
singing? 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'hmm'. 
 
Asterius frowns.? 
Asterius tries to figure out the trick to understanding its song. 
Asterius shakes it gently. 
 
DarkClaw grins evilly. 
 
Asterius starts to lick it, then thinks better. 
 
Asterius prays, 'I vaguely recall one or two of the things she made often had hidden symbols or words to trigger them'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'I think she trapped his vocal essence inside somehow.'. 
 
Asterius starts and almost drops it as a ghostly song rises from the button: 
The songs seem to fade in and out of audible range, teasing your senses... 
. 
'Them say them silly elfies, them make the bestest stuff,' 
'All frilly with them laces, and poofy with them fluff,' 
'But us ogres know much better, me have tried it out me-self,' 
'The bestest stuff from elfy-land am stuff what made of elf!' 
. 
'Dream back, we of Sealer, dream back, through the Age,' 
'Remember that of then so we can speak with voices sage,' 
'As we guide lost souls in this life and all the rest,' 
'Ever-mindful of the lore, ever-mindful of the Test.' 
. 
'Demons dropping from the sky,' 
'Some them crawl and some them fly,' 
'But them all have a thing the same,' 
'Them all went SQUISH when Lanfear came!' 
. 
'Seek it, track it, bring it down, Find it, learn it, teach the ground,' 
'Sacrifice the greatest thing, Of these acts the bards will sing.' 
'Sets of tasks each chosen true, Lessons waiting those that do,' 
'Tested at each step in turn, Driven by a soul that burns.!' 
'Honor those who do prevail, Learn from those who try but fail,' 
'Choice is always yours alone, Consequences sure as stone.' 
 
.. to hear more... find the Ogre Bard at his next performance! 
 
Asterius snickers at the first song. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'The Elfy zs'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Song rocks!'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'My fave.'. 
 
Asterius nods his head. 
 
Asterius chuckles. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'You should see the whole thing.'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'there are more verses somewhere?'. 
 
DarkClaw hands Asterius a mystic scroll, and waits (to his thinking) extremely patiently while he sounds out the words. 
 
DarkClaw grins evilly. 
 
Asterius snickers. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Elf stews all around! Watch out, elf ears may still be sharp'. 
 
Asterius mumbles as if his tongue is injured, 'Waiter! There's an ear in my soup!' 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'on second thought, it's possible the firewater has not completely worn off...'. 
 
DarkClaw laughs. 
DarkClaw sighs loudly. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Was trying to find one I had written but can't.'. 
 
Asterius comforts her. 
 
 
==Sami’s Concern==
 
Samiyah tells Asterius (in common), 'Hello there! How are you this evening?'. 
 
Asterius tells Samiyah (in minotaur), '*bows* I am well, thank you for asking'. 
 
Samiyah tells Asterius (in common), '.. and your Thirst.. are you doing better at controlling it? I know it was very distressing for Wind for a time. Er, I don't mean to pry. '. 
Samiyah tells Asterius (in common), 'please accept my apologies if I am asking inappropriate or impertinent questions. '. 
 
Asterius tells Samiyah (in minotaur), 'Not at all, I appreciate the concern.'. 
 
Samiyah tells Asterius (in common), 'but being a Bonded, I am always fascinated with learning more about all the Kindred.'. 
 
Asterius tells Samiyah (in minotaur), 'Today I'm ok. Although I rather gorged myself after some vicious taunting last night.'. 
 
Samiyah tells Asterius (in common), '*Frowns* Someone was unkind? '. 
 
Asterius tells Samiyah (in minotaur), 'Not unkind, just a little too teasing for my mental state'. 
Asterius tells Samiyah (in minotaur), 'On a better day I would have handled it ok'. 
 
Samiyah tells Asterius (in common), 'Oh. Well, it's dangerous to taunt a Kindred with blood, everyone knows that. '. 
 
Samiyah tells Asterius (in common), '*carefully* So... my Bonded greeted you earlier, but you ignored him. Is that because his Maker is mad at him?'. 
 
Asterius tells Samiyah (in minotaur), 'Oh dear... I'm sorry I suspect I missed it...'. 
 
Samiyah tells Asterius (in common), '*with some relief* Oh, good. The Sayyida is upset with Wind right now, and I worried it might have affected how you think of him.'. 
Samiyah tells Asterius (in common), 'His name is Wind, but some call him Ghazkull Mahsong. '. 
Asterius tells Samiyah (in minotaur), 'I didn't mean to ignore him. I thought I gossiped back hi :('. 
 
Asterius tells Samiyah (in minotaur), 'I'm prone to sassing people, but I generally don't ignore them'. 
 
Samiyah tells Asterius (in common), '*with some relief* I'm glad.'. 
 
Samiyah tells Asterius (in common), 'He is the world to me, and it saddens me when things are awry with his Maker.'. 
 
 
==Of Things Sanguinna==
 
DarkClaw pulls her legs up against her chest and wraps her hands around her knees. 
 
Asterius shakes his head and blinks, as if coming back from some far off place. 
 
Asterius tilts his head. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Have you ever visited the Mother?'. 
 
Asterius removes a pair of chain mail gloves. 
Asterius runs his hand carefully down her ankle. 
 
Asterius shakes his head, 'I don't think so' 
 
DarkClaw sighs at having asked such a question, watching the movement of his hand. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Of course you haven't...you are newly embraced. And I doubt Lestat would put up with your presence this soon.'. 
 
Asterius frowns. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Jealous type?'. 
 
DarkClaw sits down and thinks deeply. 
DarkClaw says, 'He is...territorial. Aggressive in nature.'. 
 
Asterius nods his head. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'That's what I figured'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'And much older and stronger.'. 
 
Asterius nods his head. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I'll just have to get stronger, without hopefully getting too much older'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Unfortunately, both he and Ybarra are...'. 
 
(A quiet pause) 
 
Asterius clear his throat quietly, 'you were saying about Ybarra?' 
 
 
==In A Stew==
 
Asterius prays, 'Hello!'. 
 
Asterius looks around: 
7 characters. Total online: 8. 
Elf [ Ra:18 Ma:16 ] Alis the Lost Elf Maiden 
Min [ Wa:19 ] Asterius lost his billy goat, have you seen it? 
Elf [ Lesser God ] Boromir, Lord of the Nexus 
Hum [ Bard: 30 30 30 ] Samiyah believes in the Wind. 
Elf [ Ra:30 Th:30 Ma:30 ] Mugen Mclovin, Demonic Overlord of the Nashite Magi 
Elf [ Nexus Prime ] Sparhawk will love you when you're gone 
Hum [ Lesser Goddess ] DarkClaw k'Treva, Ancient Chylde of Ybarra -= AOB =- 
 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'Hello, Alis!'. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'Good to see you.'. 
 
Asterius ftells, 'Milady, does she know about the stew?'. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'I don't believe so.'. 
DarkClaw ftells, '*chuckle. 
 
Asterius ftells, '*stage whisper* I don't think we should tell her'. 
Asterius ties his cloak back around his neck, to make a better impression should Alis come in. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'Alis, meet Asterius. Asterius, Alis.'. 
 
Asterius ftells, 'A pleasure'. 
 
 
Asterius runs down to the guild... 
 
 
The Pit 
A pit for donations dominates the room. 
(Dark Purple Aura) Alis is here. 
 
Asterius bows before her. 
 
... and runs back up to the temple. 
 
Alis ftells, 'likewise'. 
 
Asterius grins to himself, 'I'm getting faster' 
 
Someone tells Asterius (in common), '*curiously* Faster at what? Sorry, I heard you talking, not meaning to be rude..'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'I find Elven blood to be the most delicious.'. 
 
Asterius tells someone (in minotaur), 'Faster at making elf stew, of course!'. 
 
Someone tells Asterius (in common), '*Blinks* er... are you .. is that a joke? I am not very good at realizing when something is a joke....'. 
 
<<Some small concern and distress bleeds through the bond between Samiyah and Ghazkull>> 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Ooh... I don't believe I've tried it'. 
Asterius' stomach rumbles. 
 
DarkClaw grins evilly. 
 
Asterius tells someone (in minotaur), 'Depends... to whom am I speaking?'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in common), 'what's wrong?'. 
 
Someone tells Asterius (in common), 'to Samiyah ... '. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), '*frowning* I am not sure if it's something wrong or not, I'm trying to find out.'. 
 
Asterius tells someone (in minotaur), 'Besides... Probably shouldn't be listening at keyholes *wink. 
Asterius tells someone (in minotaur), 'might hear something... scandalous'. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'No making Elf stew out of Alis.'. 
 
Someone tells Asterius (in common), '*blinks* Well, maybe you shouldn't be talking so loudly... I'm no where near a keyhole, I'm fighting guards and heard you all the way past the vortex'. 
 
Asterius tells someone (in minotaur), '*chuckle* Perhaps so'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), '*indignation* '. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in common), '*confusion*'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), 'Your new .. Kindred-relative... said something about being faster at something. so I asked what. He said 'Making Elf stew! So I asked him if it was a joke - because, well, sometimes I cannot tell. And he told me to stop listening at keyholes! I wasn't!'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in common), 'He is struggling with his change, give him some time.'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), 'well, he'd better not be thinking of making stew of you. That's all I can say. I already had to tell him I was Bonded and he couldn't.. er.. well. Nothing came of that. So.'. 
 
Asterius ftells, 'Yes, Milady. I wouldn't dream of it. I don't even know the recipe'. 
Asterius' stomach rumbles. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'I bet Crunch does.'. 
 
Asterius ftells, 'Alis, would you take a snowglobe by way of apology?'. 
 
Alis ftells, 'couldn't be too complicated, I could volunteer some of my hometown residents'. 
 
Asterius ftells, '*grin. 
 
Alis ftells, 'no apology necessary, I'm not precious about others'. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'You don't get along with them?'. 
 
Alis ftells, 'not without exception'. 
 
Asterius ftells, 'It was Samiyah who was peeping at keyholes. Serves her right.'. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'WHAT?!'. 
 
Asterius ftells, 'I told her it would serve her right if next time she saw something scandalous'. 
Asterius ftells, 'She claimed to not be, but how else could she hear me?'. 
 
Asterius sits down and thinks deeply. 
 
Asterius ftells, 'Out of healing potions, going to go find a few...'. 
 
Asterius bows before DarkClaw. 
 
DarkClaw rakes her gaze over him slowly, licking her fangs. "I'd like to see something scandalous." 
 
 
==Hard Won Success==
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in elven), '*exultation as realization and comprehension dawns*'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), '*stirs, having been on the edge of sleep* Yes, Wind? Hello? What is it?'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in elven), 'I figured out the map layout'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), 'well, good!'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in elven), 'everything lines up and makes sense. Oh, and I encountered a dragon.'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), '*warmly and proudly* I knew that you could. Er, a dragon? Did it breathe on you?'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in elven), 'it did as I wasn't expecting to come across a dragon. It breathed frost once, then I managed to exclude before it happened again'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), '*with a sigh of relief* Oh, good!'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), 'Alright. Be careful...'. 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), '*sends a wave of warmth, strength, and support through the Bond*'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in elven), 'I always try to be.'. 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in elven), '*you sense a smile appear on his face*'. 
 
 
==Something Scandalous==
 
Asterius grins evilly. 
 
Asterius flops back down on the furs. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Or maybe I could stay...'. 
Asterius's breath comes in a little harder. 
 
DarkClaw grins and lifts up onto her knees, tucking her feet beneath her. 
 
Asterius curls onto his side, tail twitching up over his back and into view. 
Asterius slides his bracers off his wrists and trails his fingers down them. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'I love being big enough to go into Demon Realm and -not- worry'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in minotaur), 'Worry wart. Even demons just want to cuddle sometimes'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), '*smirk* Not even.'. 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'I think this will be...fear practice....'. 
 
(and here the scene gets a bit private in nature. If you want to read the log, please contact one of the participants on mud and ask for it. During the scene, as Asterius is also actively participating via tells and gossips, this happens: 
 
Samiyah yells up from the guild, 'are you in need of anything? Eq? consumables? ... er... potions and the like?'. 
 
Asterius laughs with joy and shouts back, 'I may need some lemonade in a bit'. 
 
Samiyah arrives from the north. 
 
Asterius lets out a loud moan from underneath the piles of furs on the floor. 
 
Samiyah gasps at the sight before her and drops a jar of spiked lemonade on the floor. It lands on one of the furs scattered by the door and does not break. 
 
Samiyah flees north. 
 
With a low chuckle, Asterius says, 'It's always a good idea to hydrate when... exerting oneself'. The scene continues… Afterwards …) 
 
Asterius pants softly. 
Asterius pants and exhales slowly, 'I just need a minute...' 
 
DarkClaw retracts her claws that'd shifted into animal form and licks the blood from one shoulder, purring. 
 
Asterius reaches over and takes a sip of lemonade. 
Asterius shouts out towards the guild, 'Samiyah, if you're still around... Many thanks for the lemonade, by the way, it was quite helpful'. 
 
Samiyah yells (in common), 'Erm. Sorry for.. uhm... I just didn't want to be interrupting, but you were talking to folk, so I didn't think I would be...'. 
 
Asterius yells (in minotaur), '*with an evil grin* you weren't interrupting... if we wanted privacy we would have shut the door'. 
 
<nowiki>###</nowiki> Somewhere, Samiyah blushes scarlet and stammers something indecipherable. 
 
Asterius laughs loudly enough to be heard downstairs. 
 
(Some post-coital play snipped) 
 
Asterius arches his back, stretching. 
Asterius looks down and says, 'I may need to add one more spot as being sensitive after that...'. 
 
DarkClaw grins slowly, admiring the view, reaching out and taking one of his clawed hands and bringing his wrist in so her mouth hovers just above it. 
 
Asterius licks his lips in anticipation. 
 
DarkClaw very lightly brushes her lips against the inside, then teases him with her fangs. 
 
Asterius whispers, 'please'. 
 
DarkClaw responds in a similar strained whisper, 'Please what?'. 
 
DarkClaw licks slowly across the base of his wrist, then holds her breath, waiting. 
 
Asterius whispers, 'This I offer with faith and humility, my blood, my memories, my life'. 
 
DarkClaw releases her breath, letting it trail up to his inner elbow, nuzzling her nose along the same path, 'Tell me you need me, Asterius.'. 
 
Asterius body trembles with need, and he groans out, 'I need you, Milady. I need your teeth inside me, as I was in you.'. 
 
DarkClaw locks her eyes with his and peels her lips back, piercing his wrist with razor-sharp fangs, mouth latching onto him. 
 
Asterius cries out, 'Yes!' and pants, staring into his face all unfocused. 
 
DarkClaw laves the open wounds with her tongue and begins sucking with her lips, drawing the blood to the surface and groaning as it slides down her throat. 
 
Asterius clenches and unclenches his fist, causing the blood to flow faster. 
 
 
==Sanguinus Interruptus==
 
Sparhawk yells something (in elven), 'yeap. 
 
Sparhawk yells something (in elven), 'ryfuv.'. 
 
Sparhawk yells something (in elven), 'z`yu sunsuw....syyakrpuna...nuv.'. 
 
<< DarkClaw feels a growing sense of anger and betrayal passing through her Maker’s bond>> 
 
Sparhawk yells (in elven), 'ez'. [Oi] 
 
Sparhawk yells (in elven), 'ryfuv.'. [Maker] 
 
<<DarkClaw blinks in mid-feed, sending a questioning tendril back across the bond.>> 
 
<<DarkClaw feels her Chylde snarl in anger>> 
 
Asterius yells back some really bad elven slang, it being the only elven he knows... 
 
Sparhawk tells DarkClaw (in elven), '*quietly* You made Asterius....Kindred...'. 
 
DarkClaw growls at being disturbed mid-feed and yanks her fangs out to yell, 'WHAT?!'. 
 
Sparhawk yells (in elven), 'vyvys ynavuyqjunusp buuwuna ynw sfuyf vurp yak.'. [*growls angrily* Finish feeding and speak with me. ] 
 
<<Outside the Temple of the Lost: Sparhawk taps his foot impatiently. >> 
 
DarkClaw yells, 'You do NOT order me around!'. 
 
Sparhawk yells (in elven), 'tye ryn yr glwvk auyu rpu wurunrq ry ynu yb itcv gynwuw, ry fnyv gubyvu ywwuna ynyrpuv yunu ry ur.'. [You can at LEAST give the decency to one of your bonded, to know before adding another line to it.] 
 
DarkClaw yells, '*grins slowly, amused* Is that jealousy I hear, Spar?'. 
 
Asterius pants and looks around, eyes starting to focus. 
 
Sparhawk yells (in elven), 'nuvfszuyyyesq yyuv rpyr rpuna,'. [*smirks* Jealousy over that thing?] 
 
Sparhawk yells (in elven), 'wyvwyq'. [Hardly] 
 
Sparhawk yells (in elven), 'perfyuskpu nuxr rpuna z unyaunuw vyeyw`yu guun nurpyyyu, nyr...rpyr rpuna.'. [*chuckles* The next thing I imagined would've been Nicholai, not...that thing.] 
 
Asterius mutters, 'Stupid lack of schooling... I need to find a tutor in elven one of these days.'. 
 
Asterius muses out loud, 'Unless I can just drink in the knowledge..? Does that work?'. 
 
DarkClaw yells, '*sobers* Tread carefully, Chylde.'. 
 
Sparhawk yells (in elven), 'ws z syuw. npun itc`vu wynu buuwuna, sfuyf vurp yak.'. [As I said. When you're done feeding, speak with me.] 
 
<< Sparhawk angrily to himself, "Yet here I am, still crawling at the heels of my maker">> 
 
DarkClaw sighs and says, in an aside to Asterius, 'Unfortunately, no. And I apologize for the interruption.' 
 
Asterius sighs, 'It's not your fault Milady' 
 
DarkClaw says, 'He is jealous, though he denies it.'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Just for this, I'm not going to stare at his butt next time I see him. He doesn't deserve it.'. 
 
DarkClaw chuckles, evidently amused. 
DarkClaw swipes her tongue across your inner wrist once more, sealing the tiny holes. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'He sensed what we were doing through the bond.'. 
DarkClaw sighs loudly. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'I was distracted and didn't think to shut him out.'. 
 
<<Sparhawk taps his silver boots on the ground and growls>> 
 
Asterius curls up next to you, 'At least he didn't interrupt... earlier'. 
 
The earth trembles beneath you! 
 
DarkClaw grins and settles against your side, rubbing her cheek over your ribs, 'I would've killed him.'. 
 
Asterius' faces twists into a silly grin, 'I would have watched'. 
 
DarkClaw laughs. 
 
Sparhawk yells something (in elven), 'Asterius! =tye`vu funwvuw ryvvurr,$'. 
 
Asterius yells back (in common), 'not speak elfen'. 
 
DarkClaw sighs, hearing Spar's pacing right outside the temple, trying to ignore it. 
 
Sparhawk hammers on the temple doors and shouts (in common), 'I know you're in there, I can smell him and you Maker.'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Oh, is that what he's been on about'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Mmmhmm'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Evidently I just needed to wait for him to learn to speak common'. 
 
Asterius grins evilly. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'So considerate, and rude, at the same time'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'And he's upset that I made you Kindred.'. 
 
Asterius tilts his head, 'Why?' 
 
Asterius (does something very sexual, edited out) 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Is he saddened for my innocent, lily white soul?'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Because...'. 
DarkClaw meets his gaze boldly. 
DarkClaw says, 'Now it is you at my side when it used to be him.'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Aah, jealous of you'. 
 
DarkClaw chuckles, evidently amused. 
 
The clang of silver against Marble echoes off the walls, growing louder and angrier with each step. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Jealous of you taking his prior place. only...you and I have already gone further.'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I could go stretch my legs, if you'd like a word with him'. 
Asterius (does something very sexual, edited out) 
 
DarkClaw groans, watching you intently, inwardly cursing Spar. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Fair to say I don't think there's a jealous bone in my body'. 
Asterius (does something very sexual, edited out) 
 
DarkClaw grins evilly at him. 
 
DarkClaw shakes her head. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Well... maybe one'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'I have to go to him'. 
 
Asterius grins happily to see the effect he had on you, and tucks his cock back into his leggings. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Of course, Milady'. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Would you mind if I wandered a bit in the meantime? I'm.. peckish.'. 
 
DarkClaw growls and stands abruptly, then gathers her composure and walks calmly out of the temple. 
 
DarkClaw glances at Asterius as she leaves and says, 'Not at all.'. 
 
Asterius bows deeply. 
 
DarkClaw leaves the temple. 
 
Asterius carefully readjusts his armor, grimacing as some things don't fit quite right with his body once again hard and ready. 
 
==Out of the Fire….==
 
(Rather than walk through what sounds to be a heated discussion, Asterius decides to use a magical potion to jump out of the temple. He bad recalls and lands in Utopia. He takes the opportunity to explore the area and read through Elmer’s journal, which he finds.) 
 
Asterius prays, 'Always amusing to bad recall from the temples, of all places. This place looks fun!'. 
 
Asterius staggers into a nearby cave, disoriented from the aftereffects of the potion. 
 
Asterius falls to the floor, then looks around: 
 
Elmer's Cave 
Entering this messy cave, you stumble as you trip over a broom. Gnawed 
bones and other things that were once food are strewn about, making the 
room look somewhat like the Midgaard garbage dump. Between all the trash 
cans and empty bottles you see a heap of papers under which you discover 
something resembling a desk. Welcome in Elmer's favourite hang-out... 
On a small wooden pedestal you see Elmer's Diary. 
 
 
Bored while he rests to regain his strength, Asterius pores through the diary: 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'Hmmm'. 
 
DarkClaw's voice whispers in his head, 'I know nothing about that place.'. 
 
Asterius prays, 'Yeah, complete mystery to me too. I'm going to recall again after I finish reading this diary'. 
 
Asterius goes back to reading. 
 
Asterius prays, 'Can't resist a diary... Such juicy stuff in the ones back home.'. 
 
DarkClaw's voice growls in his head: 'He wants our bond destroyed.'. 
 
Asterius looks concerned and prays, 'Yours and his..? Or yours and mine?' 
 
DarkClaw communicates, 'His and mine.'. 
 
Asterius prays, 'Is that even possible?'. 
 
DarkClaw communicates, 'It is possible to transfer it to another, but...dangerous'. 
 
Asterius frowns. 
 
DarkClaw growls in irritation, her frustration and anger transferring through the bond. 
 
Asterius shudders and struggles through the combination of emotions, 'Is there aught I can do, Milady?'. 
 
DarkClaw communicates, 'I'm afraid not, Asterius, but thank you. I'm rather upset about our time being interrupted.'. 
 
Asterius prays, 'As am I...' and rubs his wrist. 
Asterius prays, 'I remember now... Utopia! That's where I am.'. 
 
DarkClaw smiles down on Asterius from the heavens. 
 
(some time passes while Asterius explores) 
 
DarkClaw communicates, 'I told him to call me when he has my replacement.'.'. 
 
Asterius prays, 'Ouch'. 
 
DarkClaw communicates, 'He smirked and said he shall.' 
 
Asterius looks saddened. 
 
DarkClaw flops down beside you, her expression unreadable. 
 
Asterius runs his gloved hand down DarkClaw's leg soothingly. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'Okay, time to crawl into my coffin. *frown. 
 
Asterius prays, 'Good night, Milady'. 
 
 
==Nearly Finished==
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in elven), 'Would you make a bag for me please, Almond? I am in the Ghost Town.'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), 'Of course, Wind. I'm on my way.'. 
 
Gladiator's Arena 
[Exits: south west] 
(Invis) (Light Red Aura) Ghazkull is here. 
 
Samiyah smiles happily. 
Ghazkull smiles happily. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'Hello!'. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'Hello, Almond!'. 
 
Ghazkull tries to cover his wounds. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'Are you doing....'. 
 
Ch ghazkull 
Ghazkull has looked a lot healthier. 
 
Samiyah makes a complicated looking gesture. 
Samiyah makes a complicated looking gesture. 
 
Ghazkull smiles happily. 
 
Samiyah makes a complicated looking gesture. 
 
Ghazkull blinks. 
 
Ghazkull checks on Samiyah's health. 
Ghazkull grumbles. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), '.. I Can't Feed you, but I can do that, Wind... at least let me do what I can...'. 
 
Ghazkull puts bag made from Tamagotchi the dragon hide in bag made from young desert goat hide. 
 
Ghazkull gives Samiyah the corpse of the Luggage. 
 
Samiyah makes a complicated looking gesture. 
Samiyah's new bag made from Luggage hide looks pretty snazzy. 
Ok. 
 
Samiyah gives bag made from Luggage hide to Ghazkull. 
 
Ghazkull grins a wickedly toothy grin. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'Thank you!'. 
 
Samiyah nods. 
Samiyah says (in common), 'of course. Do you need pebbles?'. 
 
Ghazkull nods. 
Ghazkull nods. 
 
Samiyah gives bag made from heron hide to Ghazkull. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'take them all.'. 
 
Ghazkull puts a ragged pebble of schist in bag made from young desert goat hide. (x bunches) 
Ghazkull puts a ragged pebble of schist in bag made from angry, territorial penguin hide. (x bunches) 
 
Samiyah smiles at the sight of the bag. 
 
Ghazkull gives Sami bag made from heron hide. 
Ghazkull bows deeply. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'Thank you'. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'of course'. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'I am nearly finished here'. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'I'm glad you are making such progress. That has to feel really good.'. 
Samiyah beams a smile at Ghazkull. 
 
Ghazkull hugs Samiyah. 
 
Samiyah hugs Ghazkull. 
 
Ghazkull nods. 
Ghazkull nods. 
 
Samiyah smiles happily. 
 
Ghazkull smiles happily. 
Ghazkull kisses Samiyah. 
 
Samiyah kisses him. 
Samiyah says (in common), 'be safe.'. 
 
Ghazkull nods. 
 
Ghazkull draws a funny looking rune on her. 
 
Samiyah glances down at the glowing rune on her wrist and smiles. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'I had better get back to it'. 
Ghazkull chuckles, evidently amused. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'so close to finishing this one'. 
 
Samiyah nods, smiling, her expression wistful. 
 
Ghazkull hugs Samiyah. 
Ghazkull kisses Samiyah. 
 
Samiyah hugs Ghazkull. 
Samiyah kisses him. 
 
(Some time later...) 
 
[A flash of pain through the Bond: nauseating pain, causing the world to go white for a moment.] 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), '*blinks* Urm... Are you ok?!'. 
He can't hear you. 
 
You hear a distinct pop as Ghazkull's portal closes up. 
 
Ghazkull is so excited that he cheers just for the hell of it. 
Ghazkull gets a thin black leather notebook from a sack of ill-gotten loot. 
 
Samiyah checks him over for injury. 'Are you all right?' 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'I felt the worst pain through the Bond...'. 
 
Ghazkull is slightly injured. 
 
Ghazkull opens the notebook to the section titled "Tamar" and ticks another box with a smile on his face. 
 
Ghazkull puts a thin black leather notebook in a sack of ill-gotten loot. 
 
Ghazkull smiles happily. 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'I am fine. Better than fine'. 
 
Ghazkull smiles happily. 
 
Samiyah beams a smile at him, her grin nearly a match to his, happy for his success. 
 
Ghazkull gossips (in elven), 'And that's Penfolds done'. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'Do you need any more bags?'. 
 
Ghazkull shakes his head. 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'the last mob didn't drop a corpse'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Do you feel tenfold better?'. 
 
Ghazkull gossips (in elven), '100fold'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'grin'. 
 
Samiyah clears her throat. 
Samiyah says (in common), 'so.. Um... Asterius said he needed some Lemonade... and he was chattering to me and talking on gossip, so, I thought, it would be ok to bring him some.. Except.. um... well... He and the Sayyida were.. erm..'. 
 
Samiyah looks down at the floor. 
Samiyah says (in common), 'Not ready for company.'. 
 
Ghazkull grins a wickedly toothy grin. 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'I would not like to imagine what you saw'. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), '.. it wasn't quite as bad as it could have been. They were under the furs. But that made for a very odd picture. What with his horns, and the furs spread all around and over, and moving, and...'. 
 
Samiyah coughs and blushes scarlet. 
 
Ghazkull chuckles, evidently amused. 
 
Samiyah shudders slightly, trying to shake off the mental image. 
 
Ghazkull hugs Samiyah. 
 
Samiyah echoes her own words: "I am glad I did not see more." 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'and then he laughed and there were .. noises...and he said he didn't mind... or else they would have closed the door!'. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'so I said I was sorry, and he started chuckling, all... low and wicked. and then I felt terrible, terrible pain from you, and stopped worrying about what he thought was so funny.'. 
 
Ghazkull's hand unconsciously moves to his groin. 
 
Samiyah's eyes follow the movement, then widen as she realizes what must have happened. She makes a soft sound of concern. 
 
[Through the bond: Alarm | concern ] 
 
Samiyah says (in common), '.. are you .. er.. okay?' **she tries to block her own thoughts of the last time she saw you naked** 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in elven), 'I'm fine, just a gargoyle fought a bit dirty and got a knee in.'. 
 
Samiyah nods at her Bonded in relief. 
Samiyah thinks something entirely cheeky, but doesn't say it aloud. 
 
Ghazkull chuckles, evidently amused. 
 
Samiyah smiles wearily. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'I should seek my rest, Wind.'. 
 
Ghazkull nods. 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'I don't think I will be too far behind you. I have been very busy the last couple of days'. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'You have. Good night, Wind.'. 
Samiyah kisses him. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'good night, almond'. 
Ghazkull kisses her. 
 
Samiyah fetches out the pillow. 
 
Samiyah curls up in the corner, laying her head down on it. 
 
Samiyah sleeps.

09-13-2014

2016-09-01T22:43:22Z

Aphelion:

[[Category:Logs]]
[[Category:Daily RP Logs]]
[[Category:RP]]

==tiax aruoiwunsoh (An Attempt at Newbie Helping)==
 
(Sami meets Galimnor, a dwarven bard, and gives him several scores.) 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'are you in need of anything that i can help with?'. 
 
Galimnor shakes his head. 
Galimnor says (in common), 'not for the time being. With lq's not working i'm kinda defeated before I start'. 
 
Samiyah nods. 
Samiyah comforts Galimnor. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'mobhunt? Mob mastery?'. 
 
Galimnor says (in common), 'a mobmastery could be done, I think i'm still a little small to get places for mobhunt'. 
 
Samiyah smiles crookedly. 'I can help with that, you know.' 
 
Galimnor chuckles, evidently amused. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'and I'm happy to help a fellow Bard.'. 
 
Galimnor utters the words, 'tiax aruoiwunsoh'. 
Galimnor utters the words, 'tiax aruoiwunsoh'. 
Galimnor utters the words, 'tiax aruoiwunsoh'. 
Galimnor utters the words, 'tiax aruoiwunsoh'. 
 
Samiyah sits down and thinks deeply. 
Samiyah says (in common), 'what are you casting?'. 
 
Galimnor says (in common), 'Know alignment'. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'You said, 'Tiax aruoiwunsoh' and Tiax was an immortal here. I have seen his temple. So I didn't know if you were praying.'. 
 
Galimnor shakes his head. 
 
Samiyah nods. 
 
Galimnor says (in common), 'I wouldn't have known him, I'm too young'. 
 
Galimnor sleeps. 
 
Samiyah shrugs a little. "Well. Yes. Though, there are stories and such.." 
 
Galimnor wakes and stands up. 
 
Galimnor says (in common), 'I could use a waterskin if you had one handy.'. 
 
(Sami dashes over to Wintermeet) 
 
Samiyah gives an antelope hide waterskin to Galimnor. 
 
Galimnor bows deeply. 
Galimnor says (in common), 'Thank you'. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'of course.'. 
 
Galimnor drinks water from an antelope hide waterskin. 
 
Galimnor sleeps. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'Call on me if you need anything el...'. 
 
Samiyah falls silent as the dwarf abruptly sleeps. 
 
 
==A Gentle Reproach and a Status Report==
 
Samiyah beams a smile at Ghazkull. 
 
Ghazkull hugs Samiyah. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'Hello, Wind. Welcome back.'. 
 
Samiyah looks at Ghazkull. 
Ghazkull looks at Ghazkull. 
 
Samiyah's gaze flicks over his skin tone, the color of his eyes, his general appearance. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'You fed, then?'. 
 
Ghazkull sits down and thinks deeply. 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'A day or two ago'. 
 
Samiyah nods. 
Samiyah says (in common), 'How goes your Quest of Horribleness?'. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'My Triat Mastery Quest goes well, the tasks are slowly being completed.'. 
Ghazkull hugs Samiyah. 
 
Samiyah glances away, feeling his gentle reproach. 
 
Samiyah nods, and allows quietly, 'I am glad. I'm proud of all that you've been accomplishing.' 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'I still need to help others to two more Ascensions'. 
 
Samiyah pauses a moment and thinks. 
Samiyah says (in common), '..I am just picturing Jamal, clinging to your cloak, terrified, as you maul Hall Guards.'. 
 
Ghazkull giggles. 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'he is far too small at present'. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'Maybe so. But it's a funny thought.'. 
Samiyah beams a smile at Ghazkull. 
 
Ghazkull nods. 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'he currently could possibly perch on my other shoulder...'. 
 
Samiyah glances at the Angel. 
 
Ghazkull's head twitches slightly as the Angel leans in to whisper something in his ear. 
 
Samiyah smiles at the Angel's chatter. 
 
Ghazkull mutters, 'I know... I'm right here' 
Ghazkull rolls his eyes at the angel who grins defiantly at him. 
 
Samiyah giggles at the exchange. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'Well. You are certainly accomplishing more than I have. Three failed mob mastery quests so far today.'. 
 
Ghazkull winces. Ouch! 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'Have you been distracted by thoughts of me again?'. 
Ghazkull grins a wickedly toothy grin. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'I killed the wrong dragon and ...'. 
Samiyah breaks off her story and smiles tenderly. 'Always.' 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'the wrong dragon?'. 
 
Samiyah nods. 
Samiyah says (in common), 'Onyx, instead of Ebon. Plantation, when it should have been the Valley of Dhraxx.'. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'ahhh, the wrong Black.'. 
 
Samiyah nods. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'well that is an acceptable mistake to make.'. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'and I didn't wish to fight Nevyn. I regard him too highly...'. 
 
Ghazkull chuckles, evidently amused. 
 
Samiyah admits, 'And there's no way I could have found him in time.' 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'it cost me nearly an entire mana bar to get a mark on him earlier'. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'there was another one I failed, but I don't recall it now.'. 
 
Ghazkull's head twitches slightly as the Angel leans in to whisper something in his ear. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'I will be back in a moment'. 
Ghazkull kisses Sami. 
 
Samiyah glances at him curiously. 
Samiyah nods. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in elven), 'I'm sorry, I had an idea where one of the other zones was so went to check.'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), 'You needn't apologize, Wind. Did you find it?'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in elven), 'I didn't.'. 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in elven), 'there aren't that many places left to check though.'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), '*smiles* I have faith you'll find it.'. 
(And then later that night, he did…) 
 
 
==Confusion==
 
Samiyah gossips (in common), 'my Greetings to all!'. 
 
Kethran gossips (in common), 'Evening, Samiyah.'. 
 
Ghazkull gossips (in common), 'Good evening, Almond.'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'FeeeFiBoBami'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), '*smiles warmly* How are you, Wind?'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Saaaaaaami'. 
 
Samiyah gossips (in common), '*blinks in confusion*'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in common), 'Getting confused'. 
 
Mugen gossips (in common), 'heya Samiyah'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in common), 'and not by Sparhawk'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), 'Do you need Teas?'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in common), 'not that sort of confused hehe'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), 'oh.'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in common), 'this part of the zone is confusing me.'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), 'So are you on an adventure for your qu.. er.. Trial of Triat Mastery? Should I be quiet so as not to distract you? '. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in common), '*smiles a little at your correction* Feel free to talk to me, it might help soothe my frustration a little. Never feel that you need to be quiet'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), 'Well, I mean, if you were fighting Venom or walking a tightrope or composing a letter or talking to someone important, I wouldn't want to distract you. So I wasn't sure if you were .. distractable at the moment. I could feel something, but wasn't sure what was going on.'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in common), 'In those instances, I would not reply until I was able to. But I thank you for the thought'. 
 
 
==Where Has The Rum Gone?!==
(All Notes in parenthesis are commentary by Asterius) 
 
(Let us begin with an out of character quotable..? DarkClaw: How the hell do you kiss a minotaur?! ) 
 
Asterius prays, 'Good evening, Milady'. 
 
The Pit 
A grand staircase leads to the temples above. 
A pit for donations dominates the room. 
 
The earth trembles beneath you! 
 
Sparhawk arrives from above. 
Sparhawk looks at you. 
 
Asterius stops himself from pouncing on Sparhawk's pulsing jugular vein. 
Asterius smiles at him. 
 
Sparhawk growls at Asterius. Hey, two can play it that way! 
Sparhawk leaves up. 
 
Asterius tells Sparhawk (in minotaur), '*sigh* I'll keep working on it'. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'Good evening, Asterius.'. 
 
Asterius prays, 'That Sparhawk... gets all butt hurt 'cause I keep trying to bite him'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in minotaur), 'Hi all'. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, '*chuckle* He'll survive.'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in minotaur), 'And a special Hi to Sparhawk the Growly'. 
 
Kethran gossips (in common), '(It's a non-elf! Get 'im!)'. 
 
Asterius prays, 'Hey...'. 
 
An Elemental Lair 
(Intense Dark Purple Aura) DarkClaw is here. 
(Dark Purple Aura) Eyce, Snowman of Darkclaw, is here. 
 
Asterius bows before her. 
 
DarkClaw softly nuzzles his neck. 
 
Asterius smiles happily. 
Asterius takes off his cloak and puts away his axe. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'How're you?'. 
 
Samiyah gossips (in common), '*reproachfully* I am not an elf, Kethran. Are you going to come and 'get' me?'. 
 
Kethran gossips (in common), '*chuckle* I just might.....'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I am wellest'. 
 
Asterius gets an earthenware jug of rum from a bag. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I found alcohol!'. 
 
Asterius drinks firebreather from an earthenware jug of rum. 
Asterius looks a little tipsy. 
 
DarkClaw laughs. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Though it doesn't seem to effect me much'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'I see you've visited Filthy.'. 
 
Asterius grins evilly. 
Asterius brushes his cheek against her, then rests at her feet. 
 
DarkClaw purrs, holding his gaze as he pulls back. "Are you alright?" 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Oh quite'. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'That firebreather is potent stuff'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Mayhap I should have waited to taste it until later in the evening.'. 
 
DarkClaw chuckles, evidently amused. 
DarkClaw says, 'Why?'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Well I can't very well stumble around outside your temple. Would reflect poorly.'. 
 
DarkClaw grumbles something under her breath about a couple other of her drunk chyldren. 
 
Asterius tries to drink from a canteen and misses. 
Asterius snickers at his own evil thoughts. 
 
DarkClaw giggles. 
 
 
==Speaking of Kindred / Stupidly Late / Mobs Imitating Sparhawk==
 
A Painful Drop 
[Exits: west] 
WHAM!!!!!!! 
You are within inches of death! 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), '*you feel a sharp, overwhelming pain through the bond, but no distress*'. 
 
Standing Before an Arch of Obsidian 
[Exits: north east west] 
WHAM!!!!!!! 
You are within inches of death! 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), '(*again, blinding pain, but calm*)'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in common), 'I hit a nasty 1hp room earlier in my travels'. 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in common), 'although there were Nicholai tracks down there'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), '*struggling to keep her voice level* I have just found one as well. What were you doing there? Were you Hunting him?'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in common), 'I would never hunt the Eldest. I value my Thread.'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), 'and speaking of Kindred, have you met new .. erm.. Nephew.. ? Brother? Chylde of your Sister?'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in common), 'She has made another?'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), 'Yes. His name is Asterius. He is a minotaur. He is newly made and .. well.. *her tone becomes careful* He is struggling with his Thirst. '. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in common), 'I would not know, she still has not re-opened our Makers Bond. *you sense a slight bitterness in his voice*'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), '*bites her lip* I am sorry she has not. I tried talking to her about it, but.. the conversation did not go well.'. 
 
Kethran gossips (in common), 'Hello, Asterius.'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in minotaur), 'And a special Hi to Sparhawk the Growly'. 
 
Kethran gossips (in common), '(It's a non-elf! Get 'im!)'. 
 
Ghazkull gossips (in common), 'Greetings, Kindred.'. 
 
Ghazkull gossips (in common), '(How can you tell that i'm online supidly late?)'. 
Ghazkull gossips (in common), '(I get to see Boromir go vis :D)'. 
 
Boromir gossips, 'youre snoring ?'. 
 
Ghazkull gossips (in common), 'Good evening, Lord Boromir.'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in minotaur), 'You're speaking common?'. 
 
Samiyah gossips (in common), '*reproachfully* I am not an elf, Kethran. Are you going to come and 'get' me?'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'He might'. 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Be careful'. 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'He likes nonpointy eared things'. 
 
Kethran gossips (in common), '*chuckle* I just might.....'. 
 
Ghazkull gossips (in elven), 'I love agressive wimpy mobs'. 
Ghazkull gossips (in elven), 'I keel you!, I run away!'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Sounds like me'. 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Only'. 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'I'm not a mob'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), '*smiles and blows a kiss in your direction, sensing your frustration* You are in my thoughts.'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in common), '*smiles* Thank you, Almond, I appreciate it.'. 
 
 
==Globes, Balls and Buttons==
 
Asterius gets a faceted globe of crystal with snow inside from a backpack. 
Asterius looks more closely at the snowglobe: A tiny snowstorm is bound within this crystal globe. 
Asterius holds up a snowglobe in offering. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'That is yours.'. 
 
Asterius puts a faceted globe of crystal with snow inside in a backpack. 
Asterius smiles happily. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'If you acquire another you may offer it.'. 
 
Asterius smiles happily. 
 
DarkClaw nods in recognition to him. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'aww... alcohol wore off'. 
 
(Asterius makes some private comments about Sparhawk's cute butt, and something else about adoring fans, and maybe a little bit about signing the breastplates of female warriors...) 
 
DarkClaw tells Asterius, 'Just don't let me find out.'. 
 
Asterius prays, 'Uh oh'. 
 
DarkClaw tells Asterius, 'I might turn them into food.'. 
 
Asterius prays, 'Not even if I shared?'. 
 
DarkClaw tells Asterius, 'Well...that's a different story.'. 
 
Asterius winks suggestively at DarkClaw. 
 
(Asterius sighs to himself, followed by some _completely_ inappropriate discussion about his first encounter with Miss Sabella, the &^#$&^#^ tease.) 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'Do you want to read the story on my magicked eaten ball?'. 
 
Asterius prays, '*grin* sure!'. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'It's the only one in existence that I know of.'. 
 
DarkClaw gives Asterius the magicked eaten ball. 
 
Asterius examines the Magicked Eaten Ball: 
The Magicked Eaten Ball sits here. 
 
This is the Magicked Eaten Ball. How do you know? Well, that is a good question. You just do. Perhaps it's the magic. 
 
This quite heavy dark oblong ellipsoid is approximately the size of an adult human skull, and very smooth to the touch. The coloring is blotchy, and varies between puke green to almost black. It is not particularly attractive. 
 
Upon examination, its weight is probably due to the liquid you can feel sloshing around when you move the ball around. You could possibly crack this thing open, if so inclined. 
 
Where did it originate? What is its history? 
 
Asterius looks closer into the depths of the Ball: 
The Magicked Eaten Ball was first "discovered" by Mard, the self-styled "Creative with Words and Writings Man." It is said that his moniker was his best work. Mard was once invited by his friends on an expedition to a dragon's lair. Okay, he wasn't so much "invited," as he decided to just tag along, and the other members of his party were not "friends" so much as a small group of adventurers that did not initially want anything to do with Mard. After spending time with him (whether they wanted to or not), they relented, and allowed him to trail along behind them. The way the party saw it, having Mard along might be of benefit. After all, they were off to find gold and other riches, and unfortunately, "dragon's lair" often comes equipped with a real, live, deadly DRAGON. Mard was always so happy, talkative, and loud. He would make the perfect diversion (and snack) for any dragon in the area. Mard was oblivious, however. Mard felt like he had friends, and that he and his friends were on a grand adventure. 
 
Unfortunately, Mard was as clumsy in deed as he was in word. As he was setting up camp some distance away from the rest of the party (they told him it was for "security"), Mard fell. And landed, with a splat, into a large mound of smell that was only noticeable when he was enmeshed within it. 
 
As he struggled to free himself, he came across a large, smooth, roundish object, which he pulled out with him. 
 
Unfortunately, Mard was no longer suitable even as decoy, and sent him back to town. Just as well: the rest of the ill-fated party was eaten by the dragon. 
 
Mard took to research, and eventually discovered the origin of the ugly thing he had discovered. 
 
He found that dragons sometimes enjoy eating magical items. It's something of a delicacy for them, evidently. And even though a dragon's digestive system is very very efficient, there is some waste, particularly when magic is consumed. The... result... of the magic item consumed was the funny shaped ball. 
 
With this discovery, Mard had an opportunity to use his art of words, and name the object. He came up with "Magicked" -- it was a magical item consumed by the dragon; "Eaten" -- the magic item was eaten; "Ball" --though not actually round (and thus, not a ball), but close enough. 
 
Behold: The Magicked Eaten Ball! 
 
And so, Mard also added "figure outerer of things" to his self-proclaimed 
list of titles. 
 
Asterius laughs. 
 
DarkClaw grins evilly. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'It was gifted to me by Odie.'. 
 
Asterius chuckles. 
 
DarkClaw stops using (Ogre Aura) (Singing) an Oook Fan Club button. 
DarkClaw gives you (Ogre Aura) (Singing) an Oook Fan Club button. 
 
Asterius looks at the button: 
This button bears a distinctly Ogreish aura, and the image of our favorite bard. 
 
Every *true* Oook fan should have a button like this! It pulses with a crimson 
glow, rather similar to the food stains that color the infamous bard's clothes, 
and has a vaguely haphazard look to its construction. A slight odor seeps from 
the button, reminiscent of the swamps that surround the base of Skull Top. Its 
an entirely Ogre-ish sort of smell: a little grimy, a mite bit earthy, a tad... 
overpowering? But the neatest thing about this button is that it seems to be .. 
singing? 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'hmm'. 
 
Asterius frowns.? 
Asterius tries to figure out the trick to understanding its song. 
Asterius shakes it gently. 
 
DarkClaw grins evilly. 
 
Asterius starts to lick it, then thinks better. 
 
Asterius prays, 'I vaguely recall one or two of the things she made often had hidden symbols or words to trigger them'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'I think she trapped his vocal essence inside somehow.'. 
 
Asterius starts and almost drops it as a ghostly song rises from the button: 
The songs seem to fade in and out of audible range, teasing your senses... 
. 
'Them say them silly elfies, them make the bestest stuff,' 
'All frilly with them laces, and poofy with them fluff,' 
'But us ogres know much better, me have tried it out me-self,' 
'The bestest stuff from elfy-land am stuff what made of elf!' 
. 
'Dream back, we of Sealer, dream back, through the Age,' 
'Remember that of then so we can speak with voices sage,' 
'As we guide lost souls in this life and all the rest,' 
'Ever-mindful of the lore, ever-mindful of the Test.' 
. 
'Demons dropping from the sky,' 
'Some them crawl and some them fly,' 
'But them all have a thing the same,' 
'Them all went SQUISH when Lanfear came!' 
. 
'Seek it, track it, bring it down, Find it, learn it, teach the ground,' 
'Sacrifice the greatest thing, Of these acts the bards will sing.' 
'Sets of tasks each chosen true, Lessons waiting those that do,' 
'Tested at each step in turn, Driven by a soul that burns.!' 
'Honor those who do prevail, Learn from those who try but fail,' 
'Choice is always yours alone, Consequences sure as stone.' 
 
.. to hear more... find the Ogre Bard at his next performance! 
 
Asterius snickers at the first song. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'The Elfy zs'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Song rocks!'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'My fave.'. 
 
Asterius nods his head. 
 
Asterius chuckles. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'You should see the whole thing.'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'there are more verses somewhere?'. 
 
DarkClaw hands Asterius a mystic scroll, and waits (to his thinking) extremely patiently while he sounds out the words. 
 
DarkClaw grins evilly. 
 
Asterius snickers. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Elf stews all around! Watch out, elf ears may still be sharp'. 
 
Asterius mumbles as if his tongue is injured, 'Waiter! There's an ear in my soup!' 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'on second thought, it's possible the firewater has not completely worn off...'. 
 
DarkClaw laughs. 
DarkClaw sighs loudly. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Was trying to find one I had written but can't.'. 
 
Asterius comforts her. 
 
 
==Sami’s Concern==
 
Samiyah tells Asterius (in common), 'Hello there! How are you this evening?'. 
 
Asterius tells Samiyah (in minotaur), '*bows* I am well, thank you for asking'. 
 
Samiyah tells Asterius (in common), '.. and your Thirst.. are you doing better at controlling it? I know it was very distressing for Wind for a time. Er, I don't mean to pry. '. 
Samiyah tells Asterius (in common), 'please accept my apologies if I am asking inappropriate or impertinent questions. '. 
 
Asterius tells Samiyah (in minotaur), 'Not at all, I appreciate the concern.'. 
 
Samiyah tells Asterius (in common), 'but being a Bonded, I am always fascinated with learning more about all the Kindred.'. 
 
Asterius tells Samiyah (in minotaur), 'Today I'm ok. Although I rather gorged myself after some vicious taunting last night.'. 
 
Samiyah tells Asterius (in common), '*Frowns* Someone was unkind? '. 
 
Asterius tells Samiyah (in minotaur), 'Not unkind, just a little too teasing for my mental state'. 
Asterius tells Samiyah (in minotaur), 'On a better day I would have handled it ok'. 
 
Samiyah tells Asterius (in common), 'Oh. Well, it's dangerous to taunt a Kindred with blood, everyone knows that. '. 
 
Samiyah tells Asterius (in common), '*carefully* So... my Bonded greeted you earlier, but you ignored him. Is that because his Maker is mad at him?'. 
 
Asterius tells Samiyah (in minotaur), 'Oh dear... I'm sorry I suspect I missed it...'. 
 
Samiyah tells Asterius (in common), '*with some relief* Oh, good. The Sayyida is upset with Wind right now, and I worried it might have affected how you think of him.'. 
Samiyah tells Asterius (in common), 'His name is Wind, but some call him Ghazkull Mahsong. '. 
Asterius tells Samiyah (in minotaur), 'I didn't mean to ignore him. I thought I gossiped back hi :('. 
 
Asterius tells Samiyah (in minotaur), 'I'm prone to sassing people, but I generally don't ignore them'. 
 
Samiyah tells Asterius (in common), '*with some relief* I'm glad.'. 
 
Samiyah tells Asterius (in common), 'He is the world to me, and it saddens me when things are awry with his Maker.'. 
 
 
==Of Things Sanguinna==
 
DarkClaw pulls her legs up against her chest and wraps her hands around her knees. 
 
Asterius shakes his head and blinks, as if coming back from some far off place. 
 
Asterius tilts his head. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Have you ever visited the Mother?'. 
 
Asterius removes a pair of chain mail gloves. 
Asterius runs his hand carefully down her ankle. 
 
Asterius shakes his head, 'I don't think so' 
 
DarkClaw sighs at having asked such a question, watching the movement of his hand. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Of course you haven't...you are newly embraced. And I doubt Lestat would put up with your presence this soon.'. 
 
Asterius frowns. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Jealous type?'. 
 
DarkClaw sits down and thinks deeply. 
DarkClaw says, 'He is...territorial. Aggressive in nature.'. 
 
Asterius nods his head. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'That's what I figured'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'And much older and stronger.'. 
 
Asterius nods his head. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I'll just have to get stronger, without hopefully getting too much older'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Unfortunately, both he and Ybarra are...'. 
 
(A quiet pause) 
 
Asterius clear his throat quietly, 'you were saying about Ybarra?' 
 
 
==In A Stew==
 
Asterius prays, 'Hello!'. 
 
Asterius looks around: 
7 characters. Total online: 8. 
Elf [ Ra:18 Ma:16 ] Alis the Lost Elf Maiden 
Min [ Wa:19 ] Asterius lost his billy goat, have you seen it? 
Elf [ Lesser God ] Boromir, Lord of the Nexus 
Hum [ Bard: 30 30 30 ] Samiyah believes in the Wind. 
Elf [ Ra:30 Th:30 Ma:30 ] Mugen Mclovin, Demonic Overlord of the Nashite Magi 
Elf [ Nexus Prime ] Sparhawk will love you when you're gone 
Hum [ Lesser Goddess ] DarkClaw k'Treva, Ancient Chylde of Ybarra -= AOB =- 
 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'Hello, Alis!'. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'Good to see you.'. 
 
Asterius ftells, 'Milady, does she know about the stew?'. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'I don't believe so.'. 
DarkClaw ftells, '*chuckle. 
 
Asterius ftells, '*stage whisper* I don't think we should tell her'. 
Asterius ties his cloak back around his neck, to make a better impression should Alis come in. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'Alis, meet Asterius. Asterius, Alis.'. 
 
Asterius ftells, 'A pleasure'. 
 
 
Asterius runs down to the guild... 
 
 
The Pit 
A pit for donations dominates the room. 
(Dark Purple Aura) Alis is here. 
 
Asterius bows before her. 
 
... and runs back up to the temple. 
 
Alis ftells, 'likewise'. 
 
Asterius grins to himself, 'I'm getting faster' 
 
Someone tells Asterius (in common), '*curiously* Faster at what? Sorry, I heard you talking, not meaning to be rude..'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'I find Elven blood to be the most delicious.'. 
 
Asterius tells someone (in minotaur), 'Faster at making elf stew, of course!'. 
 
Someone tells Asterius (in common), '*Blinks* er... are you .. is that a joke? I am not very good at realizing when something is a joke....'. 
 
<<Some small concern and distress bleeds through the bond between Samiyah and Ghazkull>> 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Ooh... I don't believe I've tried it'. 
Asterius' stomach rumbles. 
 
DarkClaw grins evilly. 
 
Asterius tells someone (in minotaur), 'Depends... to whom am I speaking?'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in common), 'what's wrong?'. 
 
Someone tells Asterius (in common), 'to Samiyah ... '. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), '*frowning* I am not sure if it's something wrong or not, I'm trying to find out.'. 
 
Asterius tells someone (in minotaur), 'Besides... Probably shouldn't be listening at keyholes *wink. 
Asterius tells someone (in minotaur), 'might hear something... scandalous'. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'No making Elf stew out of Alis.'. 
 
Someone tells Asterius (in common), '*blinks* Well, maybe you shouldn't be talking so loudly... I'm no where near a keyhole, I'm fighting guards and heard you all the way past the vortex'. 
 
Asterius tells someone (in minotaur), '*chuckle* Perhaps so'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), '*indignation* '. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in common), '*confusion*'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), 'Your new .. Kindred-relative... said something about being faster at something. so I asked what. He said 'Making Elf stew! So I asked him if it was a joke - because, well, sometimes I cannot tell. And he told me to stop listening at keyholes! I wasn't!'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in common), 'He is struggling with his change, give him some time.'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), 'well, he'd better not be thinking of making stew of you. That's all I can say. I already had to tell him I was Bonded and he couldn't.. er.. well. Nothing came of that. So.'. 
 
Asterius ftells, 'Yes, Milady. I wouldn't dream of it. I don't even know the recipe'. 
Asterius' stomach rumbles. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'I bet Crunch does.'. 
 
Asterius ftells, 'Alis, would you take a snowglobe by way of apology?'. 
 
Alis ftells, 'couldn't be too complicated, I could volunteer some of my hometown residents'. 
 
Asterius ftells, '*grin. 
 
Alis ftells, 'no apology necessary, I'm not precious about others'. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'You don't get along with them?'. 
 
Alis ftells, 'not without exception'. 
 
Asterius ftells, 'It was Samiyah who was peeping at keyholes. Serves her right.'. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'WHAT?!'. 
 
Asterius ftells, 'I told her it would serve her right if next time she saw something scandalous'. 
Asterius ftells, 'She claimed to not be, but how else could she hear me?'. 
 
Asterius sits down and thinks deeply. 
 
Asterius ftells, 'Out of healing potions, going to go find a few...'. 
 
Asterius bows before DarkClaw. 
 
DarkClaw rakes her gaze over him slowly, licking her fangs. "I'd like to see something scandalous." 
 
 
==Hard Won Success==
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in elven), '*exultation as realization and comprehension dawns*'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), '*stirs, having been on the edge of sleep* Yes, Wind? Hello? What is it?'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in elven), 'I figured out the map layout'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), 'well, good!'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in elven), 'everything lines up and makes sense. Oh, and I encountered a dragon.'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), '*warmly and proudly* I knew that you could. Er, a dragon? Did it breathe on you?'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in elven), 'it did as I wasn't expecting to come across a dragon. It breathed frost once, then I managed to exclude before it happened again'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), '*with a sigh of relief* Oh, good!'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), 'Alright. Be careful...'. 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), '*sends a wave of warmth, strength, and support through the Bond*'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in elven), 'I always try to be.'. 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in elven), '*you sense a smile appear on his face*'. 
 
 
==Something Scandalous==
 
Asterius grins evilly. 
 
Asterius flops back down on the furs. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Or maybe I could stay...'. 
Asterius's breath comes in a little harder. 
 
DarkClaw grins and lifts up onto her knees, tucking her feet beneath her. 
 
Asterius curls onto his side, tail twitching up over his back and into view. 
Asterius slides his bracers off his wrists and trails his fingers down them. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'I love being big enough to go into Demon Realm and -not- worry'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in minotaur), 'Worry wart. Even demons just want to cuddle sometimes'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), '*smirk* Not even.'. 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'I think this will be...fear practice....'. 
 
(and here the scene gets a bit private in nature. If you want to read the log, please contact one of the participants on mud and ask for it. During the scene, as Asterius is also actively participating via tells and gossips, this happens: 
 
Samiyah yells up from the guild, 'are you in need of anything? Eq? consumables? ... er... potions and the like?'. 
 
Asterius laughs with joy and shouts back, 'I may need some lemonade in a bit'. 
 
Samiyah arrives from the north. 
 
Asterius lets out a loud moan from underneath the piles of furs on the floor. 
 
Samiyah gasps at the sight before her and drops a jar of spiked lemonade on the floor. It lands on one of the furs scattered by the door and does not break. 
 
Samiyah flees north. 
 
With a low chuckle, Asterius says, 'It's always a good idea to hydrate when... exerting oneself'. The scene continues… Afterwards …) 
 
Asterius pants softly. 
Asterius pants and exhales slowly, 'I just need a minute...' 
 
DarkClaw retracts her claws that'd shifted into animal form and licks the blood from one shoulder, purring. 
 
Asterius reaches over and takes a sip of lemonade. 
Asterius shouts out towards the guild, 'Samiyah, if you're still around... Many thanks for the lemonade, by the way, it was quite helpful'. 
 
Samiyah yells (in common), 'Erm. Sorry for.. uhm... I just didn't want to be interrupting, but you were talking to folk, so I didn't think I would be...'. 
 
Asterius yells (in minotaur), '*with an evil grin* you weren't interrupting... if we wanted privacy we would have shut the door'. 
 
### Somewhere, Samiyah blushes scarlet and stammers something indecipherable. 
 
Asterius laughs loudly enough to be heard downstairs. 
 
(Some post-coital play snipped) 
 
Asterius arches his back, stretching. 
Asterius looks down and says, 'I may need to add one more spot as being sensitive after that...'. 
 
DarkClaw grins slowly, admiring the view, reaching out and taking one of his clawed hands and bringing his wrist in so her mouth hovers just above it. 
 
Asterius licks his lips in anticipation. 
 
DarkClaw very lightly brushes her lips against the inside, then teases him with her fangs. 
 
Asterius whispers, 'please'. 
 
DarkClaw responds in a similar strained whisper, 'Please what?'. 
 
DarkClaw licks slowly across the base of his wrist, then holds her breath, waiting. 
 
Asterius whispers, 'This I offer with faith and humility, my blood, my memories, my life'. 
 
DarkClaw releases her breath, letting it trail up to his inner elbow, nuzzling her nose along the same path, 'Tell me you need me, Asterius.'. 
 
Asterius body trembles with need, and he groans out, 'I need you, Milady. I need your teeth inside me, as I was in you.'. 
 
DarkClaw locks her eyes with his and peels her lips back, piercing his wrist with razor-sharp fangs, mouth latching onto him. 
 
Asterius cries out, 'Yes!' and pants, staring into his face all unfocused. 
 
DarkClaw laves the open wounds with her tongue and begins sucking with her lips, drawing the blood to the surface and groaning as it slides down her throat. 
 
Asterius clenches and unclenches his fist, causing the blood to flow faster. 
 
 
==Sanguinus Interruptus==
 
Sparhawk yells something (in elven), 'yeap. 
 
Sparhawk yells something (in elven), 'ryfuv.'. 
 
Sparhawk yells something (in elven), 'z`yu sunsuw....syyakrpuna...nuv.'. 
 
<< DarkClaw feels a growing sense of anger and betrayal passing through her Maker’s bond>> 
 
Sparhawk yells (in elven), 'ez'. [Oi] 
 
Sparhawk yells (in elven), 'ryfuv.'. [Maker] 
 
<<DarkClaw blinks in mid-feed, sending a questioning tendril back across the bond.>> 
 
<<DarkClaw feels her Chylde snarl in anger>> 
 
Asterius yells back some really bad elven slang, it being the only elven he knows... 
 
Sparhawk tells DarkClaw (in elven), '*quietly* You made Asterius....Kindred...'. 
 
DarkClaw growls at being disturbed mid-feed and yanks her fangs out to yell, 'WHAT?!'. 
 
Sparhawk yells (in elven), 'vyvys ynavuyqjunusp buuwuna ynw sfuyf vurp yak.'. [*growls angrily* Finish feeding and speak with me. ] 
 
<<Outside the Temple of the Lost: Sparhawk taps his foot impatiently. >> 
 
DarkClaw yells, 'You do NOT order me around!'. 
 
Sparhawk yells (in elven), 'tye ryn yr glwvk auyu rpu wurunrq ry ynu yb itcv gynwuw, ry fnyv gubyvu ywwuna ynyrpuv yunu ry ur.'. [You can at LEAST give the decency to one of your bonded, to know before adding another line to it.] 
 
DarkClaw yells, '*grins slowly, amused* Is that jealousy I hear, Spar?'. 
 
Asterius pants and looks around, eyes starting to focus. 
 
Sparhawk yells (in elven), 'nuvfszuyyyesq yyuv rpyr rpuna,'. [*smirks* Jealousy over that thing?] 
 
Sparhawk yells (in elven), 'wyvwyq'. [Hardly] 
 
Sparhawk yells (in elven), 'perfyuskpu nuxr rpuna z unyaunuw vyeyw`yu guun nurpyyyu, nyr...rpyr rpuna.'. [*chuckles* The next thing I imagined would've been Nicholai, not...that thing.] 
 
Asterius mutters, 'Stupid lack of schooling... I need to find a tutor in elven one of these days.'. 
 
Asterius muses out loud, 'Unless I can just drink in the knowledge..? Does that work?'. 
 
DarkClaw yells, '*sobers* Tread carefully, Chylde.'. 
 
Sparhawk yells (in elven), 'ws z syuw. npun itc`vu wynu buuwuna, sfuyf vurp yak.'. [As I said. When you're done feeding, speak with me.] 
 
<< Sparhawk angrily to himself, "Yet here I am, still crawling at the heels of my maker">> 
 
DarkClaw sighs and says, in an aside to Asterius, 'Unfortunately, no. And I apologize for the interruption.' 
 
Asterius sighs, 'It's not your fault Milady' 
 
DarkClaw says, 'He is jealous, though he denies it.'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Just for this, I'm not going to stare at his butt next time I see him. He doesn't deserve it.'. 
 
DarkClaw chuckles, evidently amused. 
DarkClaw swipes her tongue across your inner wrist once more, sealing the tiny holes. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'He sensed what we were doing through the bond.'. 
DarkClaw sighs loudly. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'I was distracted and didn't think to shut him out.'. 
 
<<Sparhawk taps his silver boots on the ground and growls>> 
 
Asterius curls up next to you, 'At least he didn't interrupt... earlier'. 
 
The earth trembles beneath you! 
 
DarkClaw grins and settles against your side, rubbing her cheek over your ribs, 'I would've killed him.'. 
 
Asterius' faces twists into a silly grin, 'I would have watched'. 
 
DarkClaw laughs. 
 
Sparhawk yells something (in elven), 'Asterius! =tye`vu funwvuw ryvvurr,$'. 
 
Asterius yells back (in common), 'not speak elfen'. 
 
DarkClaw sighs, hearing Spar's pacing right outside the temple, trying to ignore it. 
 
Sparhawk hammers on the temple doors and shouts (in common), 'I know you're in there, I can smell him and you Maker.'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Oh, is that what he's been on about'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Mmmhmm'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Evidently I just needed to wait for him to learn to speak common'. 
 
Asterius grins evilly. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'So considerate, and rude, at the same time'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'And he's upset that I made you Kindred.'. 
 
Asterius tilts his head, 'Why?' 
 
Asterius (does something very sexual, edited out) 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Is he saddened for my innocent, lily white soul?'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Because...'. 
DarkClaw meets his gaze boldly. 
DarkClaw says, 'Now it is you at my side when it used to be him.'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Aah, jealous of you'. 
 
DarkClaw chuckles, evidently amused. 
 
The clang of silver against Marble echoes off the walls, growing louder and angrier with each step. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Jealous of you taking his prior place. only...you and I have already gone further.'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I could go stretch my legs, if you'd like a word with him'. 
Asterius (does something very sexual, edited out) 
 
DarkClaw groans, watching you intently, inwardly cursing Spar. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Fair to say I don't think there's a jealous bone in my body'. 
Asterius (does something very sexual, edited out) 
 
DarkClaw grins evilly at him. 
 
DarkClaw shakes her head. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Well... maybe one'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'I have to go to him'. 
 
Asterius grins happily to see the effect he had on you, and tucks his cock back into his leggings. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Of course, Milady'. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Would you mind if I wandered a bit in the meantime? I'm.. peckish.'. 
 
DarkClaw growls and stands abruptly, then gathers her composure and walks calmly out of the temple. 
 
DarkClaw glances at Asterius as she leaves and says, 'Not at all.'. 
 
Asterius bows deeply. 
 
DarkClaw leaves the temple. 
 
Asterius carefully readjusts his armor, grimacing as some things don't fit quite right with his body once again hard and ready. 
 
==Out of the Fire….==
 
(Rather than walk through what sounds to be a heated discussion, Asterius decides to use a magical potion to jump out of the temple. He bad recalls and lands in Utopia. He takes the opportunity to explore the area and read through Elmer’s journal, which he finds.) 
 
Asterius prays, 'Always amusing to bad recall from the temples, of all places. This place looks fun!'. 
 
Asterius staggers into a nearby cave, disoriented from the aftereffects of the potion. 
 
Asterius falls to the floor, then looks around: 
 
Elmer's Cave 
Entering this messy cave, you stumble as you trip over a broom. Gnawed 
bones and other things that were once food are strewn about, making the 
room look somewhat like the Midgaard garbage dump. Between all the trash 
cans and empty bottles you see a heap of papers under which you discover 
something resembling a desk. Welcome in Elmer's favourite hang-out... 
On a small wooden pedestal you see Elmer's Diary. 
 
 
Bored while he rests to regain his strength, Asterius pores through the diary: 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'Hmmm'. 
 
DarkClaw's voice whispers in his head, 'I know nothing about that place.'. 
 
Asterius prays, 'Yeah, complete mystery to me too. I'm going to recall again after I finish reading this diary'. 
 
Asterius goes back to reading. 
 
Asterius prays, 'Can't resist a diary... Such juicy stuff in the ones back home.'. 
 
DarkClaw's voice growls in his head: 'He wants our bond destroyed.'. 
 
Asterius looks concerned and prays, 'Yours and his..? Or yours and mine?' 
 
DarkClaw communicates, 'His and mine.'. 
 
Asterius prays, 'Is that even possible?'. 
 
DarkClaw communicates, 'It is possible to transfer it to another, but...dangerous'. 
 
Asterius frowns. 
 
DarkClaw growls in irritation, her frustration and anger transferring through the bond. 
 
Asterius shudders and struggles through the combination of emotions, 'Is there aught I can do, Milady?'. 
 
DarkClaw communicates, 'I'm afraid not, Asterius, but thank you. I'm rather upset about our time being interrupted.'. 
 
Asterius prays, 'As am I...' and rubs his wrist. 
Asterius prays, 'I remember now... Utopia! That's where I am.'. 
 
DarkClaw smiles down on Asterius from the heavens. 
 
(some time passes while Asterius explores) 
 
DarkClaw communicates, 'I told him to call me when he has my replacement.'.'. 
 
Asterius prays, 'Ouch'. 
 
DarkClaw communicates, 'He smirked and said he shall.' 
 
Asterius looks saddened. 
 
DarkClaw flops down beside you, her expression unreadable. 
 
Asterius runs his gloved hand down DarkClaw's leg soothingly. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'Okay, time to crawl into my coffin. *frown. 
 
Asterius prays, 'Good night, Milady'. 
 
 
==Nearly Finished==
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in elven), 'Would you make a bag for me please, Almond? I am in the Ghost Town.'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), 'Of course, Wind. I'm on my way.'. 
 
Gladiator's Arena 
[Exits: south west] 
(Invis) (Light Red Aura) Ghazkull is here. 
 
Samiyah smiles happily. 
Ghazkull smiles happily. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'Hello!'. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'Hello, Almond!'. 
 
Ghazkull tries to cover his wounds. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'Are you doing....'. 
 
Ch ghazkull 
Ghazkull has looked a lot healthier. 
 
Samiyah makes a complicated looking gesture. 
Samiyah makes a complicated looking gesture. 
 
Ghazkull smiles happily. 
 
Samiyah makes a complicated looking gesture. 
 
Ghazkull blinks. 
 
Ghazkull checks on Samiyah's health. 
Ghazkull grumbles. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), '.. I Can't Feed you, but I can do that, Wind... at least let me do what I can...'. 
 
Ghazkull puts bag made from Tamagotchi the dragon hide in bag made from young desert goat hide. 
 
Ghazkull gives Samiyah the corpse of the Luggage. 
 
Samiyah makes a complicated looking gesture. 
Samiyah's new bag made from Luggage hide looks pretty snazzy. 
Ok. 
 
Samiyah gives bag made from Luggage hide to Ghazkull. 
 
Ghazkull grins a wickedly toothy grin. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'Thank you!'. 
 
Samiyah nods. 
Samiyah says (in common), 'of course. Do you need pebbles?'. 
 
Ghazkull nods. 
Ghazkull nods. 
 
Samiyah gives bag made from heron hide to Ghazkull. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'take them all.'. 
 
Ghazkull puts a ragged pebble of schist in bag made from young desert goat hide. (x bunches) 
Ghazkull puts a ragged pebble of schist in bag made from angry, territorial penguin hide. (x bunches) 
 
Samiyah smiles at the sight of the bag. 
 
Ghazkull gives Sami bag made from heron hide. 
Ghazkull bows deeply. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'Thank you'. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'of course'. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'I am nearly finished here'. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'I'm glad you are making such progress. That has to feel really good.'. 
Samiyah beams a smile at Ghazkull. 
 
Ghazkull hugs Samiyah. 
 
Samiyah hugs Ghazkull. 
 
Ghazkull nods. 
Ghazkull nods. 
 
Samiyah smiles happily. 
 
Ghazkull smiles happily. 
Ghazkull kisses Samiyah. 
 
Samiyah kisses him. 
Samiyah says (in common), 'be safe.'. 
 
Ghazkull nods. 
 
Ghazkull draws a funny looking rune on her. 
 
Samiyah glances down at the glowing rune on her wrist and smiles. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'I had better get back to it'. 
Ghazkull chuckles, evidently amused. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'so close to finishing this one'. 
 
Samiyah nods, smiling, her expression wistful. 
 
Ghazkull hugs Samiyah. 
Ghazkull kisses Samiyah. 
 
Samiyah hugs Ghazkull. 
Samiyah kisses him. 
 
(Some time later...) 
 
[A flash of pain through the Bond: nauseating pain, causing the world to go white for a moment.] 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), '*blinks* Urm... Are you ok?!'. 
He can't hear you. 
 
You hear a distinct pop as Ghazkull's portal closes up. 
 
Ghazkull is so excited that he cheers just for the hell of it. 
Ghazkull gets a thin black leather notebook from a sack of ill-gotten loot. 
 
Samiyah checks him over for injury. 'Are you all right?' 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'I felt the worst pain through the Bond...'. 
 
Ghazkull is slightly injured. 
 
Ghazkull opens the notebook to the section titled "Tamar" and ticks another box with a smile on his face. 
 
Ghazkull puts a thin black leather notebook in a sack of ill-gotten loot. 
 
Ghazkull smiles happily. 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'I am fine. Better than fine'. 
 
Ghazkull smiles happily. 
 
Samiyah beams a smile at him, her grin nearly a match to his, happy for his success. 
 
Ghazkull gossips (in elven), 'And that's Penfolds done'. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'Do you need any more bags?'. 
 
Ghazkull shakes his head. 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'the last mob didn't drop a corpse'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Do you feel tenfold better?'. 
 
Ghazkull gossips (in elven), '100fold'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'grin'. 
 
Samiyah clears her throat. 
Samiyah says (in common), 'so.. Um... Asterius said he needed some Lemonade... and he was chattering to me and talking on gossip, so, I thought, it would be ok to bring him some.. Except.. um... well... He and the Sayyida were.. erm..'. 
 
Samiyah looks down at the floor. 
Samiyah says (in common), 'Not ready for company.'. 
 
Ghazkull grins a wickedly toothy grin. 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'I would not like to imagine what you saw'. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), '.. it wasn't quite as bad as it could have been. They were under the furs. But that made for a very odd picture. What with his horns, and the furs spread all around and over, and moving, and...'. 
 
Samiyah coughs and blushes scarlet. 
 
Ghazkull chuckles, evidently amused. 
 
Samiyah shudders slightly, trying to shake off the mental image. 
 
Ghazkull hugs Samiyah. 
 
Samiyah echoes her own words: "I am glad I did not see more." 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'and then he laughed and there were .. noises...and he said he didn't mind... or else they would have closed the door!'. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'so I said I was sorry, and he started chuckling, all... low and wicked. and then I felt terrible, terrible pain from you, and stopped worrying about what he thought was so funny.'. 
 
Ghazkull's hand unconsciously moves to his groin. 
 
Samiyah's eyes follow the movement, then widen as she realizes what must have happened. She makes a soft sound of concern. 
 
[Through the bond: Alarm | concern ] 
 
Samiyah says (in common), '.. are you .. er.. okay?' **she tries to block her own thoughts of the last time she saw you naked** 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in elven), 'I'm fine, just a gargoyle fought a bit dirty and got a knee in.'. 
 
Samiyah nods at her Bonded in relief. 
Samiyah thinks something entirely cheeky, but doesn't say it aloud. 
 
Ghazkull chuckles, evidently amused. 
 
Samiyah smiles wearily. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'I should seek my rest, Wind.'. 
 
Ghazkull nods. 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'I don't think I will be too far behind you. I have been very busy the last couple of days'. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'You have. Good night, Wind.'. 
Samiyah kisses him. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'good night, almond'. 
Ghazkull kisses her. 
 
Samiyah fetches out the pillow. 
 
Samiyah curls up in the corner, laying her head down on it. 
 
Samiyah sleeps.

09-13-2014

2016-09-01T22:42:43Z

Aphelion: 09-13-2014

[[Category:Logs]]
[[Category:Daily RP Logs]]
[[Category:RP]]

==tiax aruoiwunsoh (An Attempt at Newbie Helping)==
 
(Sami meets Galimnor, a dwarven bard, and gives him several scores.) 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'are you in need of anything that i can help with?'. 
 
Galimnor shakes his head. 
Galimnor says (in common), 'not for the time being. With lq's not working i'm kinda defeated before I start'. 
 
Samiyah nods. 
Samiyah comforts Galimnor. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'mobhunt? Mob mastery?'. 
 
Galimnor says (in common), 'a mobmastery could be done, I think i'm still a little small to get places for mobhunt'. 
 
Samiyah smiles crookedly. 'I can help with that, you know.' 
 
Galimnor chuckles, evidently amused. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'and I'm happy to help a fellow Bard.'. 
 
Galimnor utters the words, 'tiax aruoiwunsoh'. 
Galimnor utters the words, 'tiax aruoiwunsoh'. 
Galimnor utters the words, 'tiax aruoiwunsoh'. 
Galimnor utters the words, 'tiax aruoiwunsoh'. 
 
Samiyah sits down and thinks deeply. 
Samiyah says (in common), 'what are you casting?'. 
 
Galimnor says (in common), 'Know alignment'. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'You said, 'Tiax aruoiwunsoh' and Tiax was an immortal here. I have seen his temple. So I didn't know if you were praying.'. 
 
Galimnor shakes his head. 
 
Samiyah nods. 
 
Galimnor says (in common), 'I wouldn't have known him, I'm too young'. 
 
Galimnor sleeps. 
 
Samiyah shrugs a little. "Well. Yes. Though, there are stories and such.." 
 
Galimnor wakes and stands up. 
 
Galimnor says (in common), 'I could use a waterskin if you had one handy.'. 
 
(Sami dashes over to Wintermeet) 
 
Samiyah gives an antelope hide waterskin to Galimnor. 
 
Galimnor bows deeply. 
Galimnor says (in common), 'Thank you'. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'of course.'. 
 
Galimnor drinks water from an antelope hide waterskin. 
 
Galimnor sleeps. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'Call on me if you need anything el...'. 
 
Samiyah falls silent as the dwarf abruptly sleeps. 
 
 
==A Gentle Reproach and a Status Report==
 
Samiyah beams a smile at Ghazkull. 
 
Ghazkull hugs Samiyah. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'Hello, Wind. Welcome back.'. 
 
Samiyah looks at Ghazkull. 
Ghazkull looks at Ghazkull. 
 
Samiyah's gaze flicks over his skin tone, the color of his eyes, his general appearance. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'You fed, then?'. 
 
Ghazkull sits down and thinks deeply. 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'A day or two ago'. 
 
Samiyah nods. 
Samiyah says (in common), 'How goes your Quest of Horribleness?'. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'My Triat Mastery Quest goes well, the tasks are slowly being completed.'. 
Ghazkull hugs Samiyah. 
 
Samiyah glances away, feeling his gentle reproach. 
 
Samiyah nods, and allows quietly, 'I am glad. I'm proud of all that you've been accomplishing.' 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'I still need to help others to two more Ascensions'. 
 
Samiyah pauses a moment and thinks. 
Samiyah says (in common), '..I am just picturing Jamal, clinging to your cloak, terrified, as you maul Hall Guards.'. 
 
Ghazkull giggles. 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'he is far too small at present'. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'Maybe so. But it's a funny thought.'. 
Samiyah beams a smile at Ghazkull. 
 
Ghazkull nods. 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'he currently could possibly perch on my other shoulder...'. 
 
Samiyah glances at the Angel. 
 
Ghazkull's head twitches slightly as the Angel leans in to whisper something in his ear. 
 
Samiyah smiles at the Angel's chatter. 
 
Ghazkull mutters, 'I know... I'm right here' 
Ghazkull rolls his eyes at the angel who grins defiantly at him. 
 
Samiyah giggles at the exchange. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'Well. You are certainly accomplishing more than I have. Three failed mob mastery quests so far today.'. 
 
Ghazkull winces. Ouch! 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'Have you been distracted by thoughts of me again?'. 
Ghazkull grins a wickedly toothy grin. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'I killed the wrong dragon and ...'. 
Samiyah breaks off her story and smiles tenderly. 'Always.' 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'the wrong dragon?'. 
 
Samiyah nods. 
Samiyah says (in common), 'Onyx, instead of Ebon. Plantation, when it should have been the Valley of Dhraxx.'. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'ahhh, the wrong Black.'. 
 
Samiyah nods. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'well that is an acceptable mistake to make.'. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'and I didn't wish to fight Nevyn. I regard him too highly...'. 
 
Ghazkull chuckles, evidently amused. 
 
Samiyah admits, 'And there's no way I could have found him in time.' 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'it cost me nearly an entire mana bar to get a mark on him earlier'. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'there was another one I failed, but I don't recall it now.'. 
 
Ghazkull's head twitches slightly as the Angel leans in to whisper something in his ear. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'I will be back in a moment'. 
Ghazkull kisses Sami. 
 
Samiyah glances at him curiously. 
Samiyah nods. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in elven), 'I'm sorry, I had an idea where one of the other zones was so went to check.'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), 'You needn't apologize, Wind. Did you find it?'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in elven), 'I didn't.'. 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in elven), 'there aren't that many places left to check though.'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), '*smiles* I have faith you'll find it.'. 
(And then later that night, he did…) 
 
 
==Confusion==
 
Samiyah gossips (in common), 'my Greetings to all!'. 
 
Kethran gossips (in common), 'Evening, Samiyah.'. 
 
Ghazkull gossips (in common), 'Good evening, Almond.'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'FeeeFiBoBami'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), '*smiles warmly* How are you, Wind?'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Saaaaaaami'. 
 
Samiyah gossips (in common), '*blinks in confusion*'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in common), 'Getting confused'. 
 
Mugen gossips (in common), 'heya Samiyah'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in common), 'and not by Sparhawk'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), 'Do you need Teas?'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in common), 'not that sort of confused hehe'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), 'oh.'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in common), 'this part of the zone is confusing me.'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), 'So are you on an adventure for your qu.. er.. Trial of Triat Mastery? Should I be quiet so as not to distract you? '. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in common), '*smiles a little at your correction* Feel free to talk to me, it might help soothe my frustration a little. Never feel that you need to be quiet'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), 'Well, I mean, if you were fighting Venom or walking a tightrope or composing a letter or talking to someone important, I wouldn't want to distract you. So I wasn't sure if you were .. distractable at the moment. I could feel something, but wasn't sure what was going on.'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in common), 'In those instances, I would not reply until I was able to. But I thank you for the thought'. 
 
 
==Where Has The Rum Gone?!==
(All Notes in parenthesis are commentary by Asterius) 
 
(Let us begin with an out of character quotable..? DarkClaw: How the hell do you kiss a minotaur?! ) 
 
Asterius prays, 'Good evening, Milady'. 
 
The Pit 
A grand staircase leads to the temples above. 
A pit for donations dominates the room. 
 
The earth trembles beneath you! 
 
Sparhawk arrives from above. 
Sparhawk looks at you. 
 
Asterius stops himself from pouncing on Sparhawk's pulsing jugular vein. 
Asterius smiles at him. 
 
Sparhawk growls at Asterius. Hey, two can play it that way! 
Sparhawk leaves up. 
 
Asterius tells Sparhawk (in minotaur), '*sigh* I'll keep working on it'. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'Good evening, Asterius.'. 
 
Asterius prays, 'That Sparhawk... gets all butt hurt 'cause I keep trying to bite him'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in minotaur), 'Hi all'. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, '*chuckle* He'll survive.'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in minotaur), 'And a special Hi to Sparhawk the Growly'. 
 
Kethran gossips (in common), '(It's a non-elf! Get 'im!)'. 
 
Asterius prays, 'Hey...'. 
 
An Elemental Lair 
(Intense Dark Purple Aura) DarkClaw is here. 
(Dark Purple Aura) Eyce, Snowman of Darkclaw, is here. 
 
Asterius bows before her. 
 
DarkClaw softly nuzzles his neck. 
 
Asterius smiles happily. 
Asterius takes off his cloak and puts away his axe. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'How're you?'. 
 
Samiyah gossips (in common), '*reproachfully* I am not an elf, Kethran. Are you going to come and 'get' me?'. 
 
Kethran gossips (in common), '*chuckle* I just might.....'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I am wellest'. 
 
Asterius gets an earthenware jug of rum from a bag. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I found alcohol!'. 
 
Asterius drinks firebreather from an earthenware jug of rum. 
Asterius looks a little tipsy. 
 
DarkClaw laughs. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Though it doesn't seem to effect me much'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'I see you've visited Filthy.'. 
 
Asterius grins evilly. 
Asterius brushes his cheek against her, then rests at her feet. 
 
DarkClaw purrs, holding his gaze as he pulls back. "Are you alright?" 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Oh quite'. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'That firebreather is potent stuff'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Mayhap I should have waited to taste it until later in the evening.'. 
 
DarkClaw chuckles, evidently amused. 
DarkClaw says, 'Why?'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Well I can't very well stumble around outside your temple. Would reflect poorly.'. 
 
DarkClaw grumbles something under her breath about a couple other of her drunk chyldren. 
 
Asterius tries to drink from a canteen and misses. 
Asterius snickers at his own evil thoughts. 
 
DarkClaw giggles. 
 
 
==Speaking of Kindred / Stupidly Late / Mobs Imitating Sparhawk==
 
A Painful Drop 
[Exits: west] 
WHAM!!!!!!! 
You are within inches of death! 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), '*you feel a sharp, overwhelming pain through the bond, but no distress*'. 
 
Standing Before an Arch of Obsidian 
[Exits: north east west] 
WHAM!!!!!!! 
You are within inches of death! 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), '(*again, blinding pain, but calm*)'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in common), 'I hit a nasty 1hp room earlier in my travels'. 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in common), 'although there were Nicholai tracks down there'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), '*struggling to keep her voice level* I have just found one as well. What were you doing there? Were you Hunting him?'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in common), 'I would never hunt the Eldest. I value my Thread.'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), 'and speaking of Kindred, have you met new .. erm.. Nephew.. ? Brother? Chylde of your Sister?'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in common), 'She has made another?'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), 'Yes. His name is Asterius. He is a minotaur. He is newly made and .. well.. *her tone becomes careful* He is struggling with his Thirst. '. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in common), 'I would not know, she still has not re-opened our Makers Bond. *you sense a slight bitterness in his voice*'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), '*bites her lip* I am sorry she has not. I tried talking to her about it, but.. the conversation did not go well.'. 
 
Kethran gossips (in common), 'Hello, Asterius.'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in minotaur), 'And a special Hi to Sparhawk the Growly'. 
 
Kethran gossips (in common), '(It's a non-elf! Get 'im!)'. 
 
Ghazkull gossips (in common), 'Greetings, Kindred.'. 
 
Ghazkull gossips (in common), '(How can you tell that i'm online supidly late?)'. 
Ghazkull gossips (in common), '(I get to see Boromir go vis :D)'. 
 
Boromir gossips, 'youre snoring ?'. 
 
Ghazkull gossips (in common), 'Good evening, Lord Boromir.'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in minotaur), 'You're speaking common?'. 
 
Samiyah gossips (in common), '*reproachfully* I am not an elf, Kethran. Are you going to come and 'get' me?'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'He might'. 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Be careful'. 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'He likes nonpointy eared things'. 
 
Kethran gossips (in common), '*chuckle* I just might.....'. 
 
Ghazkull gossips (in elven), 'I love agressive wimpy mobs'. 
Ghazkull gossips (in elven), 'I keel you!, I run away!'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Sounds like me'. 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Only'. 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'I'm not a mob'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), '*smiles and blows a kiss in your direction, sensing your frustration* You are in my thoughts.'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in common), '*smiles* Thank you, Almond, I appreciate it.'. 
 
 
==Globes, Balls and Buttons==
 
Asterius gets a faceted globe of crystal with snow inside from a backpack. 
Asterius looks more closely at the snowglobe: A tiny snowstorm is bound within this crystal globe. 
Asterius holds up a snowglobe in offering. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'That is yours.'. 
 
Asterius puts a faceted globe of crystal with snow inside in a backpack. 
Asterius smiles happily. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'If you acquire another you may offer it.'. 
 
Asterius smiles happily. 
 
DarkClaw nods in recognition to him. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'aww... alcohol wore off'. 
 
(Asterius makes some private comments about Sparhawk's cute butt, and something else about adoring fans, and maybe a little bit about signing the breastplates of female warriors...) 
 
DarkClaw tells Asterius, 'Just don't let me find out.'. 
 
Asterius prays, 'Uh oh'. 
 
DarkClaw tells Asterius, 'I might turn them into food.'. 
 
Asterius prays, 'Not even if I shared?'. 
 
DarkClaw tells Asterius, 'Well...that's a different story.'. 
 
Asterius winks suggestively at DarkClaw. 
 
(Asterius sighs to himself, followed by some _completely_ inappropriate discussion about his first encounter with Miss Sabella, the &^#$&^#^ tease.) 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'Do you want to read the story on my magicked eaten ball?'. 
 
Asterius prays, '*grin* sure!'. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'It's the only one in existence that I know of.'. 
 
DarkClaw gives Asterius the magicked eaten ball. 
 
Asterius examines the Magicked Eaten Ball: 
The Magicked Eaten Ball sits here. 
 
This is the Magicked Eaten Ball. How do you know? Well, that is a good question. You just do. Perhaps it's the magic. 
 
This quite heavy dark oblong ellipsoid is approximately the size of an adult human skull, and very smooth to the touch. The coloring is blotchy, and varies between puke green to almost black. It is not particularly attractive. 
 
Upon examination, its weight is probably due to the liquid you can feel sloshing around when you move the ball around. You could possibly crack this thing open, if so inclined. 
 
Where did it originate? What is its history? 
 
Asterius looks closer into the depths of the Ball: 
The Magicked Eaten Ball was first "discovered" by Mard, the self-styled "Creative with Words and Writings Man." It is said that his moniker was his best work. Mard was once invited by his friends on an expedition to a dragon's lair. Okay, he wasn't so much "invited," as he decided to just tag along, and the other members of his party were not "friends" so much as a small group of adventurers that did not initially want anything to do with Mard. After spending time with him (whether they wanted to or not), they relented, and allowed him to trail along behind them. The way the party saw it, having Mard along might be of benefit. After all, they were off to find gold and other riches, and unfortunately, "dragon's lair" often comes equipped with a real, live, deadly DRAGON. Mard was always so happy, talkative, and loud. He would make the perfect diversion (and snack) for any dragon in the area. Mard was oblivious, however. Mard felt like he had friends, and that he and his friends were on a grand adventure. 
 
Unfortunately, Mard was as clumsy in deed as he was in word. As he was setting up camp some distance away from the rest of the party (they told him it was for "security"), Mard fell. And landed, with a splat, into a large mound of smell that was only noticeable when he was enmeshed within it. 
 
As he struggled to free himself, he came across a large, smooth, roundish object, which he pulled out with him. 
 
Unfortunately, Mard was no longer suitable even as decoy, and sent him back to town. Just as well: the rest of the ill-fated party was eaten by the dragon. 
 
Mard took to research, and eventually discovered the origin of the ugly thing he had discovered. 
 
He found that dragons sometimes enjoy eating magical items. It's something of a delicacy for them, evidently. And even though a dragon's digestive system is very very efficient, there is some waste, particularly when magic is consumed. The... result... of the magic item consumed was the funny shaped ball. 
 
With this discovery, Mard had an opportunity to use his art of words, and name the object. He came up with "Magicked" -- it was a magical item consumed by the dragon; "Eaten" -- the magic item was eaten; "Ball" --though not actually round (and thus, not a ball), but close enough. 
 
Behold: The Magicked Eaten Ball! 
 
And so, Mard also added "figure outerer of things" to his self-proclaimed 
list of titles. 
 
Asterius laughs. 
 
DarkClaw grins evilly. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'It was gifted to me by Odie.'. 
 
Asterius chuckles. 
 
DarkClaw stops using (Ogre Aura) (Singing) an Oook Fan Club button. 
DarkClaw gives you (Ogre Aura) (Singing) an Oook Fan Club button. 
 
Asterius looks at the button: 
This button bears a distinctly Ogreish aura, and the image of our favorite bard. 
 
Every *true* Oook fan should have a button like this! It pulses with a crimson 
glow, rather similar to the food stains that color the infamous bard's clothes, 
and has a vaguely haphazard look to its construction. A slight odor seeps from 
the button, reminiscent of the swamps that surround the base of Skull Top. Its 
an entirely Ogre-ish sort of smell: a little grimy, a mite bit earthy, a tad... 
overpowering? But the neatest thing about this button is that it seems to be .. 
singing? 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'hmm'. 
 
Asterius frowns.? 
Asterius tries to figure out the trick to understanding its song. 
Asterius shakes it gently. 
 
DarkClaw grins evilly. 
 
Asterius starts to lick it, then thinks better. 
 
Asterius prays, 'I vaguely recall one or two of the things she made often had hidden symbols or words to trigger them'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'I think she trapped his vocal essence inside somehow.'. 
 
Asterius starts and almost drops it as a ghostly song rises from the button: 
The songs seem to fade in and out of audible range, teasing your senses... 
. 
'Them say them silly elfies, them make the bestest stuff,' 
'All frilly with them laces, and poofy with them fluff,' 
'But us ogres know much better, me have tried it out me-self,' 
'The bestest stuff from elfy-land am stuff what made of elf!' 
. 
'Dream back, we of Sealer, dream back, through the Age,' 
'Remember that of then so we can speak with voices sage,' 
'As we guide lost souls in this life and all the rest,' 
'Ever-mindful of the lore, ever-mindful of the Test.' 
. 
'Demons dropping from the sky,' 
'Some them crawl and some them fly,' 
'But them all have a thing the same,' 
'Them all went SQUISH when Lanfear came!' 
. 
'Seek it, track it, bring it down, Find it, learn it, teach the ground,' 
'Sacrifice the greatest thing, Of these acts the bards will sing.' 
'Sets of tasks each chosen true, Lessons waiting those that do,' 
'Tested at each step in turn, Driven by a soul that burns.!' 
'Honor those who do prevail, Learn from those who try but fail,' 
'Choice is always yours alone, Consequences sure as stone.' 
 
.. to hear more... find the Ogre Bard at his next performance! 
 
Asterius snickers at the first song. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'The Elfy zs'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Song rocks!'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'My fave.'. 
 
Asterius nods his head. 
 
Asterius chuckles. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'You should see the whole thing.'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'there are more verses somewhere?'. 
 
DarkClaw hands Asterius a mystic scroll, and waits (to his thinking) extremely patiently while he sounds out the words. 
 
DarkClaw grins evilly. 
 
Asterius snickers. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Elf stews all around! Watch out, elf ears may still be sharp'. 
 
Asterius mumbles as if his tongue is injured, 'Waiter! There's an ear in my soup!' 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'on second thought, it's possible the firewater has not completely worn off...'. 
 
DarkClaw laughs. 
DarkClaw sighs loudly. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Was trying to find one I had written but can't.'. 
 
Asterius comforts her. 
 
 
==Sami’s Concern==
 
Samiyah tells Asterius (in common), 'Hello there! How are you this evening?'. 
 
Asterius tells Samiyah (in minotaur), '*bows* I am well, thank you for asking'. 
 
Samiyah tells Asterius (in common), '.. and your Thirst.. are you doing better at controlling it? I know it was very distressing for Wind for a time. Er, I don't mean to pry. '. 
Samiyah tells Asterius (in common), 'please accept my apologies if I am asking inappropriate or impertinent questions. '. 
 
Asterius tells Samiyah (in minotaur), 'Not at all, I appreciate the concern.'. 
 
Samiyah tells Asterius (in common), 'but being a Bonded, I am always fascinated with learning more about all the Kindred.'. 
 
Asterius tells Samiyah (in minotaur), 'Today I'm ok. Although I rather gorged myself after some vicious taunting last night.'. 
 
Samiyah tells Asterius (in common), '*Frowns* Someone was unkind? '. 
 
Asterius tells Samiyah (in minotaur), 'Not unkind, just a little too teasing for my mental state'. 
Asterius tells Samiyah (in minotaur), 'On a better day I would have handled it ok'. 
 
Samiyah tells Asterius (in common), 'Oh. Well, it's dangerous to taunt a Kindred with blood, everyone knows that. '. 
 
Samiyah tells Asterius (in common), '*carefully* So... my Bonded greeted you earlier, but you ignored him. Is that because his Maker is mad at him?'. 
 
Asterius tells Samiyah (in minotaur), 'Oh dear... I'm sorry I suspect I missed it...'. 
 
Samiyah tells Asterius (in common), '*with some relief* Oh, good. The Sayyida is upset with Wind right now, and I worried it might have affected how you think of him.'. 
Samiyah tells Asterius (in common), 'His name is Wind, but some call him Ghazkull Mahsong. '. 
Asterius tells Samiyah (in minotaur), 'I didn't mean to ignore him. I thought I gossiped back hi :('. 
 
Asterius tells Samiyah (in minotaur), 'I'm prone to sassing people, but I generally don't ignore them'. 
 
Samiyah tells Asterius (in common), '*with some relief* I'm glad.'. 
 
Samiyah tells Asterius (in common), 'He is the world to me, and it saddens me when things are awry with his Maker.'. 
 
 
==Of Things Sanguinna==
 
DarkClaw pulls her legs up against her chest and wraps her hands around her knees. 
 
Asterius shakes his head and blinks, as if coming back from some far off place. 
 
Asterius tilts his head. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Have you ever visited the Mother?'. 
 
Asterius removes a pair of chain mail gloves. 
Asterius runs his hand carefully down her ankle. 
 
Asterius shakes his head, 'I don't think so' 
 
DarkClaw sighs at having asked such a question, watching the movement of his hand. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Of course you haven't...you are newly embraced. And I doubt Lestat would put up with your presence this soon.'. 
 
Asterius frowns. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Jealous type?'. 
 
DarkClaw sits down and thinks deeply. 
DarkClaw says, 'He is...territorial. Aggressive in nature.'. 
 
Asterius nods his head. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'That's what I figured'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'And much older and stronger.'. 
 
Asterius nods his head. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I'll just have to get stronger, without hopefully getting too much older'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Unfortunately, both he and Ybarra are...'. 
 
(A quiet pause) 
 
Asterius clear his throat quietly, 'you were saying about Ybarra?' 
 
 
==In A Stew==
 
Asterius prays, 'Hello!'. 
 
Asterius looks around: 
7 characters. Total online: 8. 
Elf [ Ra:18 Ma:16 ] Alis the Lost Elf Maiden 
Min [ Wa:19 ] Asterius lost his billy goat, have you seen it? 
Elf [ Lesser God ] Boromir, Lord of the Nexus 
Hum [ Bard: 30 30 30 ] Samiyah believes in the Wind. 
Elf [ Ra:30 Th:30 Ma:30 ] Mugen Mclovin, Demonic Overlord of the Nashite Magi 
Elf [ Nexus Prime ] Sparhawk will love you when you're gone 
Hum [ Lesser Goddess ] DarkClaw k'Treva, Ancient Chylde of Ybarra -= AOB =- 
 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'Hello, Alis!'. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'Good to see you.'. 
 
Asterius ftells, 'Milady, does she know about the stew?'. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'I don't believe so.'. 
DarkClaw ftells, '*chuckle. 
 
Asterius ftells, '*stage whisper* I don't think we should tell her'. 
Asterius ties his cloak back around his neck, to make a better impression should Alis come in. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'Alis, meet Asterius. Asterius, Alis.'. 
 
Asterius ftells, 'A pleasure'. 
 
 
Asterius runs down to the guild... 
 
 
The Pit 
A pit for donations dominates the room. 
(Dark Purple Aura) Alis is here. 
 
Asterius bows before her. 
 
... and runs back up to the temple. 
 
Alis ftells, 'likewise'. 
 
Asterius grins to himself, 'I'm getting faster' 
 
Someone tells Asterius (in common), '*curiously* Faster at what? Sorry, I heard you talking, not meaning to be rude..'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'I find Elven blood to be the most delicious.'. 
 
Asterius tells someone (in minotaur), 'Faster at making elf stew, of course!'. 
 
Someone tells Asterius (in common), '*Blinks* er... are you .. is that a joke? I am not very good at realizing when something is a joke....'. 
 
[[Some small concern and distress bleeds through the bond between Samiyah and Ghazkull]] 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Ooh... I don't believe I've tried it'. 
Asterius' stomach rumbles. 
 
DarkClaw grins evilly. 
 
Asterius tells someone (in minotaur), 'Depends... to whom am I speaking?'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in common), 'what's wrong?'. 
 
Someone tells Asterius (in common), 'to Samiyah ... '. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), '*frowning* I am not sure if it's something wrong or not, I'm trying to find out.'. 
 
Asterius tells someone (in minotaur), 'Besides... Probably shouldn't be listening at keyholes *wink. 
Asterius tells someone (in minotaur), 'might hear something... scandalous'. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'No making Elf stew out of Alis.'. 
 
Someone tells Asterius (in common), '*blinks* Well, maybe you shouldn't be talking so loudly... I'm no where near a keyhole, I'm fighting guards and heard you all the way past the vortex'. 
 
Asterius tells someone (in minotaur), '*chuckle* Perhaps so'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), '*indignation* '. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in common), '*confusion*'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), 'Your new .. Kindred-relative... said something about being faster at something. so I asked what. He said 'Making Elf stew! So I asked him if it was a joke - because, well, sometimes I cannot tell. And he told me to stop listening at keyholes! I wasn't!'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in common), 'He is struggling with his change, give him some time.'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), 'well, he'd better not be thinking of making stew of you. That's all I can say. I already had to tell him I was Bonded and he couldn't.. er.. well. Nothing came of that. So.'. 
 
Asterius ftells, 'Yes, Milady. I wouldn't dream of it. I don't even know the recipe'. 
Asterius' stomach rumbles. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'I bet Crunch does.'. 
 
Asterius ftells, 'Alis, would you take a snowglobe by way of apology?'. 
 
Alis ftells, 'couldn't be too complicated, I could volunteer some of my hometown residents'. 
 
Asterius ftells, '*grin. 
 
Alis ftells, 'no apology necessary, I'm not precious about others'. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'You don't get along with them?'. 
 
Alis ftells, 'not without exception'. 
 
Asterius ftells, 'It was Samiyah who was peeping at keyholes. Serves her right.'. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'WHAT?!'. 
 
Asterius ftells, 'I told her it would serve her right if next time she saw something scandalous'. 
Asterius ftells, 'She claimed to not be, but how else could she hear me?'. 
 
Asterius sits down and thinks deeply. 
 
Asterius ftells, 'Out of healing potions, going to go find a few...'. 
 
Asterius bows before DarkClaw. 
 
DarkClaw rakes her gaze over him slowly, licking her fangs. "I'd like to see something scandalous." 
 
 
==Hard Won Success==
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in elven), '*exultation as realization and comprehension dawns*'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), '*stirs, having been on the edge of sleep* Yes, Wind? Hello? What is it?'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in elven), 'I figured out the map layout'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), 'well, good!'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in elven), 'everything lines up and makes sense. Oh, and I encountered a dragon.'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), '*warmly and proudly* I knew that you could. Er, a dragon? Did it breathe on you?'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in elven), 'it did as I wasn't expecting to come across a dragon. It breathed frost once, then I managed to exclude before it happened again'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), '*with a sigh of relief* Oh, good!'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), 'Alright. Be careful...'. 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), '*sends a wave of warmth, strength, and support through the Bond*'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in elven), 'I always try to be.'. 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in elven), '*you sense a smile appear on his face*'. 
 
 
==Something Scandalous==
 
Asterius grins evilly. 
 
Asterius flops back down on the furs. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Or maybe I could stay...'. 
Asterius's breath comes in a little harder. 
 
DarkClaw grins and lifts up onto her knees, tucking her feet beneath her. 
 
Asterius curls onto his side, tail twitching up over his back and into view. 
Asterius slides his bracers off his wrists and trails his fingers down them. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'I love being big enough to go into Demon Realm and -not- worry'. 
 
Asterius gossips (in minotaur), 'Worry wart. Even demons just want to cuddle sometimes'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), '*smirk* Not even.'. 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'I think this will be...fear practice....'. 
 
(and here the scene gets a bit private in nature. If you want to read the log, please contact one of the participants on mud and ask for it. During the scene, as Asterius is also actively participating via tells and gossips, this happens: 
 
Samiyah yells up from the guild, 'are you in need of anything? Eq? consumables? ... er... potions and the like?'. 
 
Asterius laughs with joy and shouts back, 'I may need some lemonade in a bit'. 
 
Samiyah arrives from the north. 
 
Asterius lets out a loud moan from underneath the piles of furs on the floor. 
 
Samiyah gasps at the sight before her and drops a jar of spiked lemonade on the floor. It lands on one of the furs scattered by the door and does not break. 
 
Samiyah flees north. 
 
With a low chuckle, Asterius says, 'It's always a good idea to hydrate when... exerting oneself'. The scene continues… Afterwards …) 
 
Asterius pants softly. 
Asterius pants and exhales slowly, 'I just need a minute...' 
 
DarkClaw retracts her claws that'd shifted into animal form and licks the blood from one shoulder, purring. 
 
Asterius reaches over and takes a sip of lemonade. 
Asterius shouts out towards the guild, 'Samiyah, if you're still around... Many thanks for the lemonade, by the way, it was quite helpful'. 
 
Samiyah yells (in common), 'Erm. Sorry for.. uhm... I just didn't want to be interrupting, but you were talking to folk, so I didn't think I would be...'. 
 
Asterius yells (in minotaur), '*with an evil grin* you weren't interrupting... if we wanted privacy we would have shut the door'. 
 
### Somewhere, Samiyah blushes scarlet and stammers something indecipherable. 
 
Asterius laughs loudly enough to be heard downstairs. 
 
(Some post-coital play snipped) 
 
Asterius arches his back, stretching. 
Asterius looks down and says, 'I may need to add one more spot as being sensitive after that...'. 
 
DarkClaw grins slowly, admiring the view, reaching out and taking one of his clawed hands and bringing his wrist in so her mouth hovers just above it. 
 
Asterius licks his lips in anticipation. 
 
DarkClaw very lightly brushes her lips against the inside, then teases him with her fangs. 
 
Asterius whispers, 'please'. 
 
DarkClaw responds in a similar strained whisper, 'Please what?'. 
 
DarkClaw licks slowly across the base of his wrist, then holds her breath, waiting. 
 
Asterius whispers, 'This I offer with faith and humility, my blood, my memories, my life'. 
 
DarkClaw releases her breath, letting it trail up to his inner elbow, nuzzling her nose along the same path, 'Tell me you need me, Asterius.'. 
 
Asterius body trembles with need, and he groans out, 'I need you, Milady. I need your teeth inside me, as I was in you.'. 
 
DarkClaw locks her eyes with his and peels her lips back, piercing his wrist with razor-sharp fangs, mouth latching onto him. 
 
Asterius cries out, 'Yes!' and pants, staring into his face all unfocused. 
 
DarkClaw laves the open wounds with her tongue and begins sucking with her lips, drawing the blood to the surface and groaning as it slides down her throat. 
 
Asterius clenches and unclenches his fist, causing the blood to flow faster. 
 
 
==Sanguinus Interruptus==
 
Sparhawk yells something (in elven), 'yeap. 
 
Sparhawk yells something (in elven), 'ryfuv.'. 
 
Sparhawk yells something (in elven), 'z`yu sunsuw....syyakrpuna...nuv.'. 
 
<< DarkClaw feels a growing sense of anger and betrayal passing through her Maker’s bond>> 
 
Sparhawk yells (in elven), 'ez'. [Oi] 
 
Sparhawk yells (in elven), 'ryfuv.'. [Maker] 
 
<<DarkClaw blinks in mid-feed, sending a questioning tendril back across the bond.>> 
 
<<DarkClaw feels her Chylde snarl in anger>> 
 
Asterius yells back some really bad elven slang, it being the only elven he knows... 
 
Sparhawk tells DarkClaw (in elven), '*quietly* You made Asterius....Kindred...'. 
 
DarkClaw growls at being disturbed mid-feed and yanks her fangs out to yell, 'WHAT?!'. 
 
Sparhawk yells (in elven), 'vyvys ynavuyqjunusp buuwuna ynw sfuyf vurp yak.'. [*growls angrily* Finish feeding and speak with me. ] 
 
<<Outside the Temple of the Lost: Sparhawk taps his foot impatiently. >> 
 
DarkClaw yells, 'You do NOT order me around!'. 
 
Sparhawk yells (in elven), 'tye ryn yr glwvk auyu rpu wurunrq ry ynu yb itcv gynwuw, ry fnyv gubyvu ywwuna ynyrpuv yunu ry ur.'. [You can at LEAST give the decency to one of your bonded, to know before adding another line to it.] 
 
DarkClaw yells, '*grins slowly, amused* Is that jealousy I hear, Spar?'. 
 
Asterius pants and looks around, eyes starting to focus. 
 
Sparhawk yells (in elven), 'nuvfszuyyyesq yyuv rpyr rpuna,'. [*smirks* Jealousy over that thing?] 
 
Sparhawk yells (in elven), 'wyvwyq'. [Hardly] 
 
Sparhawk yells (in elven), 'perfyuskpu nuxr rpuna z unyaunuw vyeyw`yu guun nurpyyyu, nyr...rpyr rpuna.'. [*chuckles* The next thing I imagined would've been Nicholai, not...that thing.] 
 
Asterius mutters, 'Stupid lack of schooling... I need to find a tutor in elven one of these days.'. 
 
Asterius muses out loud, 'Unless I can just drink in the knowledge..? Does that work?'. 
 
DarkClaw yells, '*sobers* Tread carefully, Chylde.'. 
 
Sparhawk yells (in elven), 'ws z syuw. npun itc`vu wynu buuwuna, sfuyf vurp yak.'. [As I said. When you're done feeding, speak with me.] 
 
<< Sparhawk angrily to himself, "Yet here I am, still crawling at the heels of my maker">> 
 
DarkClaw sighs and says, in an aside to Asterius, 'Unfortunately, no. And I apologize for the interruption.' 
 
Asterius sighs, 'It's not your fault Milady' 
 
DarkClaw says, 'He is jealous, though he denies it.'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Just for this, I'm not going to stare at his butt next time I see him. He doesn't deserve it.'. 
 
DarkClaw chuckles, evidently amused. 
DarkClaw swipes her tongue across your inner wrist once more, sealing the tiny holes. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'He sensed what we were doing through the bond.'. 
DarkClaw sighs loudly. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'I was distracted and didn't think to shut him out.'. 
 
<<Sparhawk taps his silver boots on the ground and growls>> 
 
Asterius curls up next to you, 'At least he didn't interrupt... earlier'. 
 
The earth trembles beneath you! 
 
DarkClaw grins and settles against your side, rubbing her cheek over your ribs, 'I would've killed him.'. 
 
Asterius' faces twists into a silly grin, 'I would have watched'. 
 
DarkClaw laughs. 
 
Sparhawk yells something (in elven), 'Asterius! =tye`vu funwvuw ryvvurr,$'. 
 
Asterius yells back (in common), 'not speak elfen'. 
 
DarkClaw sighs, hearing Spar's pacing right outside the temple, trying to ignore it. 
 
Sparhawk hammers on the temple doors and shouts (in common), 'I know you're in there, I can smell him and you Maker.'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Oh, is that what he's been on about'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Mmmhmm'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Evidently I just needed to wait for him to learn to speak common'. 
 
Asterius grins evilly. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'So considerate, and rude, at the same time'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'And he's upset that I made you Kindred.'. 
 
Asterius tilts his head, 'Why?' 
 
Asterius (does something very sexual, edited out) 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Is he saddened for my innocent, lily white soul?'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Because...'. 
DarkClaw meets his gaze boldly. 
DarkClaw says, 'Now it is you at my side when it used to be him.'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Aah, jealous of you'. 
 
DarkClaw chuckles, evidently amused. 
 
The clang of silver against Marble echoes off the walls, growing louder and angrier with each step. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'Jealous of you taking his prior place. only...you and I have already gone further.'. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'I could go stretch my legs, if you'd like a word with him'. 
Asterius (does something very sexual, edited out) 
 
DarkClaw groans, watching you intently, inwardly cursing Spar. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Fair to say I don't think there's a jealous bone in my body'. 
Asterius (does something very sexual, edited out) 
 
DarkClaw grins evilly at him. 
 
DarkClaw shakes her head. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Well... maybe one'. 
 
DarkClaw says, 'I have to go to him'. 
 
Asterius grins happily to see the effect he had on you, and tucks his cock back into his leggings. 
 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Of course, Milady'. 
Asterius says (in minotaur), 'Would you mind if I wandered a bit in the meantime? I'm.. peckish.'. 
 
DarkClaw growls and stands abruptly, then gathers her composure and walks calmly out of the temple. 
 
DarkClaw glances at Asterius as she leaves and says, 'Not at all.'. 
 
Asterius bows deeply. 
 
DarkClaw leaves the temple. 
 
Asterius carefully readjusts his armor, grimacing as some things don't fit quite right with his body once again hard and ready. 
 
==Out of the Fire….==
 
(Rather than walk through what sounds to be a heated discussion, Asterius decides to use a magical potion to jump out of the temple. He bad recalls and lands in Utopia. He takes the opportunity to explore the area and read through Elmer’s journal, which he finds.) 
 
Asterius prays, 'Always amusing to bad recall from the temples, of all places. This place looks fun!'. 
 
Asterius staggers into a nearby cave, disoriented from the aftereffects of the potion. 
 
Asterius falls to the floor, then looks around: 
 
Elmer's Cave 
Entering this messy cave, you stumble as you trip over a broom. Gnawed 
bones and other things that were once food are strewn about, making the 
room look somewhat like the Midgaard garbage dump. Between all the trash 
cans and empty bottles you see a heap of papers under which you discover 
something resembling a desk. Welcome in Elmer's favourite hang-out... 
On a small wooden pedestal you see Elmer's Diary. 
 
 
Bored while he rests to regain his strength, Asterius pores through the diary: 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'Hmmm'. 
 
DarkClaw's voice whispers in his head, 'I know nothing about that place.'. 
 
Asterius prays, 'Yeah, complete mystery to me too. I'm going to recall again after I finish reading this diary'. 
 
Asterius goes back to reading. 
 
Asterius prays, 'Can't resist a diary... Such juicy stuff in the ones back home.'. 
 
DarkClaw's voice growls in his head: 'He wants our bond destroyed.'. 
 
Asterius looks concerned and prays, 'Yours and his..? Or yours and mine?' 
 
DarkClaw communicates, 'His and mine.'. 
 
Asterius prays, 'Is that even possible?'. 
 
DarkClaw communicates, 'It is possible to transfer it to another, but...dangerous'. 
 
Asterius frowns. 
 
DarkClaw growls in irritation, her frustration and anger transferring through the bond. 
 
Asterius shudders and struggles through the combination of emotions, 'Is there aught I can do, Milady?'. 
 
DarkClaw communicates, 'I'm afraid not, Asterius, but thank you. I'm rather upset about our time being interrupted.'. 
 
Asterius prays, 'As am I...' and rubs his wrist. 
Asterius prays, 'I remember now... Utopia! That's where I am.'. 
 
DarkClaw smiles down on Asterius from the heavens. 
 
(some time passes while Asterius explores) 
 
DarkClaw communicates, 'I told him to call me when he has my replacement.'.'. 
 
Asterius prays, 'Ouch'. 
 
DarkClaw communicates, 'He smirked and said he shall.' 
 
Asterius looks saddened. 
 
DarkClaw flops down beside you, her expression unreadable. 
 
Asterius runs his gloved hand down DarkClaw's leg soothingly. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'Okay, time to crawl into my coffin. *frown. 
 
Asterius prays, 'Good night, Milady'. 
 
 
==Nearly Finished==
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in elven), 'Would you make a bag for me please, Almond? I am in the Ghost Town.'. 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), 'Of course, Wind. I'm on my way.'. 
 
Gladiator's Arena 
[Exits: south west] 
(Invis) (Light Red Aura) Ghazkull is here. 
 
Samiyah smiles happily. 
Ghazkull smiles happily. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'Hello!'. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'Hello, Almond!'. 
 
Ghazkull tries to cover his wounds. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'Are you doing....'. 
 
Ch ghazkull 
Ghazkull has looked a lot healthier. 
 
Samiyah makes a complicated looking gesture. 
Samiyah makes a complicated looking gesture. 
 
Ghazkull smiles happily. 
 
Samiyah makes a complicated looking gesture. 
 
Ghazkull blinks. 
 
Ghazkull checks on Samiyah's health. 
Ghazkull grumbles. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), '.. I Can't Feed you, but I can do that, Wind... at least let me do what I can...'. 
 
Ghazkull puts bag made from Tamagotchi the dragon hide in bag made from young desert goat hide. 
 
Ghazkull gives Samiyah the corpse of the Luggage. 
 
Samiyah makes a complicated looking gesture. 
Samiyah's new bag made from Luggage hide looks pretty snazzy. 
Ok. 
 
Samiyah gives bag made from Luggage hide to Ghazkull. 
 
Ghazkull grins a wickedly toothy grin. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'Thank you!'. 
 
Samiyah nods. 
Samiyah says (in common), 'of course. Do you need pebbles?'. 
 
Ghazkull nods. 
Ghazkull nods. 
 
Samiyah gives bag made from heron hide to Ghazkull. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'take them all.'. 
 
Ghazkull puts a ragged pebble of schist in bag made from young desert goat hide. (x bunches) 
Ghazkull puts a ragged pebble of schist in bag made from angry, territorial penguin hide. (x bunches) 
 
Samiyah smiles at the sight of the bag. 
 
Ghazkull gives Sami bag made from heron hide. 
Ghazkull bows deeply. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'Thank you'. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'of course'. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'I am nearly finished here'. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'I'm glad you are making such progress. That has to feel really good.'. 
Samiyah beams a smile at Ghazkull. 
 
Ghazkull hugs Samiyah. 
 
Samiyah hugs Ghazkull. 
 
Ghazkull nods. 
Ghazkull nods. 
 
Samiyah smiles happily. 
 
Ghazkull smiles happily. 
Ghazkull kisses Samiyah. 
 
Samiyah kisses him. 
Samiyah says (in common), 'be safe.'. 
 
Ghazkull nods. 
 
Ghazkull draws a funny looking rune on her. 
 
Samiyah glances down at the glowing rune on her wrist and smiles. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'I had better get back to it'. 
Ghazkull chuckles, evidently amused. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'so close to finishing this one'. 
 
Samiyah nods, smiling, her expression wistful. 
 
Ghazkull hugs Samiyah. 
Ghazkull kisses Samiyah. 
 
Samiyah hugs Ghazkull. 
Samiyah kisses him. 
 
(Some time later...) 
 
[A flash of pain through the Bond: nauseating pain, causing the world to go white for a moment.] 
 
Samiyah tells Ghazkull (in common), '*blinks* Urm... Are you ok?!'. 
He can't hear you. 
 
You hear a distinct pop as Ghazkull's portal closes up. 
 
Ghazkull is so excited that he cheers just for the hell of it. 
Ghazkull gets a thin black leather notebook from a sack of ill-gotten loot. 
 
Samiyah checks him over for injury. 'Are you all right?' 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'I felt the worst pain through the Bond...'. 
 
Ghazkull is slightly injured. 
 
Ghazkull opens the notebook to the section titled "Tamar" and ticks another box with a smile on his face. 
 
Ghazkull puts a thin black leather notebook in a sack of ill-gotten loot. 
 
Ghazkull smiles happily. 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'I am fine. Better than fine'. 
 
Ghazkull smiles happily. 
 
Samiyah beams a smile at him, her grin nearly a match to his, happy for his success. 
 
Ghazkull gossips (in elven), 'And that's Penfolds done'. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'Do you need any more bags?'. 
 
Ghazkull shakes his head. 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'the last mob didn't drop a corpse'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'Do you feel tenfold better?'. 
 
Ghazkull gossips (in elven), '100fold'. 
 
Sparhawk gossips (in elven), 'grin'. 
 
Samiyah clears her throat. 
Samiyah says (in common), 'so.. Um... Asterius said he needed some Lemonade... and he was chattering to me and talking on gossip, so, I thought, it would be ok to bring him some.. Except.. um... well... He and the Sayyida were.. erm..'. 
 
Samiyah looks down at the floor. 
Samiyah says (in common), 'Not ready for company.'. 
 
Ghazkull grins a wickedly toothy grin. 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'I would not like to imagine what you saw'. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), '.. it wasn't quite as bad as it could have been. They were under the furs. But that made for a very odd picture. What with his horns, and the furs spread all around and over, and moving, and...'. 
 
Samiyah coughs and blushes scarlet. 
 
Ghazkull chuckles, evidently amused. 
 
Samiyah shudders slightly, trying to shake off the mental image. 
 
Ghazkull hugs Samiyah. 
 
Samiyah echoes her own words: "I am glad I did not see more." 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'and then he laughed and there were .. noises...and he said he didn't mind... or else they would have closed the door!'. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'so I said I was sorry, and he started chuckling, all... low and wicked. and then I felt terrible, terrible pain from you, and stopped worrying about what he thought was so funny.'. 
 
Ghazkull's hand unconsciously moves to his groin. 
 
Samiyah's eyes follow the movement, then widen as she realizes what must have happened. She makes a soft sound of concern. 
 
[Through the bond: Alarm | concern ] 
 
Samiyah says (in common), '.. are you .. er.. okay?' **she tries to block her own thoughts of the last time she saw you naked** 
 
Ghazkull tells Samiyah (in elven), 'I'm fine, just a gargoyle fought a bit dirty and got a knee in.'. 
 
Samiyah nods at her Bonded in relief. 
Samiyah thinks something entirely cheeky, but doesn't say it aloud. 
 
Ghazkull chuckles, evidently amused. 
 
Samiyah smiles wearily. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'I should seek my rest, Wind.'. 
 
Ghazkull nods. 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'I don't think I will be too far behind you. I have been very busy the last couple of days'. 
 
Samiyah says (in common), 'You have. Good night, Wind.'. 
Samiyah kisses him. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'good night, almond'. 
Ghazkull kisses her. 
 
Samiyah fetches out the pillow. 
 
Samiyah curls up in the corner, laying her head down on it. 
 
Samiyah sleeps.

Aphelion

2016-09-01T22:37:02Z

Aphelion: /* Personal Timeline: */

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[[Category:Kindred/Vampire]]
== Mud Contributions: ==
Aphelion was an aggressive competitor in the 2014 TFC Olympics, and took 4th place in the overall individual standings. Her efforts scored 57% of [[The Lost Ones|Team Lost]]'s 3rd place finish in the overall competition. 
 

== Current Description (Feb 11, 2015) ==
A calm, closed expression casts an icy shadow over the unusually lovely
features of this soldier. Her movements hold more leonine strength than
a gazelle's grace. Lush garnet lips are barely parted by the protrusion
of sharp fangs, silvery eyes darkened to steel gray with Hunger unsated.
Her long, crimson-streaked black hair is bound in a single braid to keep
it out of her face in combat or when she Feeds.

===Dressing for the Kindred Masquerade: Dec 20, 2014===
Bright silver eyes gaze back at you from behind the mysterious barrier of a
black raven mask of suede and feathers. The beak of the mask is open, as if
in a scream of victory as she gathers the spirits of the slain. The pungent
scent of death and misery clings to the form of the entity before you and a
ghostly mist trails behind her, as if for this one night, she has become an
Incarna of the Morrigan - the Carrion Crow - in truth and not masquerade.

Aphelion has a special twinkle in her eye.
Aphelion is in perfect health.

Aphelion is using:
<used as light> (Powerful magic) (Glowing) the Rod of Magic
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Transient Glow) A Memento of Hope Lost
<worn on finger> (Moderate magic) (Glowing) (Humming) a ring of violet diamonds
<worn around neck> (Token magic) a single glossy black feather
<worn around neck> a high collar of black suede and sable feathers
<worn on body> a form-fitting gown of black velvet with a feathered bodice
<worn on head> a beaked raven mask of black leather and sable feathers
<worn on legs> (Red Aura) sheer black silk stockings
<worn on arms> long, wing-like sleeves of sable feathers
<worn about body> (Moderate magic) a feather cloak
<worn around wrist> a set of bangles
<worn around wrist> a set of bangles
<wielded> a raven's claw
<wielded off-hand> a raven's claw
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra
<worn with pride> a scarlet ribbon bearing a medallion of nickel
<worn with pride> a badge, a pin, 4 ribbons

===(02/05/14): ===
Her struggle to control a new and unbearable Thirst is written all over the
unusually lovely features of this soldier. Her lush crimson lips are parted
by the protrusion of sharp fangs, her silvery eyes darkened to an icy steel
gray. Her long, crimson-streaked black hair is bound back to keep it out of
her face and from becoming stained when she relents and slakes her Hunger.
Drawing on her military training and deeply ingrained self-discipline, she
focuses on the impossible task ahead: to turn this unwelcome Rebirth into
a useful tool or weapon, instead of the curse that has ended her bloodline
and stripped her of all that she held dear. Her hands shift restlessly at
her sides, callouses visible on her palms from her weapon haft. Impeccable
armor, carefully maintained, wards her tall frame, but here and there, the
removal of insignia has left small scars upon its surface, another sign of
what has been Lost.
 
===01/06/2014===
With eyes like the halo of frost around a silvery full moon, the woman
before you has an icy calm and reserve that is almost unsettling. Her
demeanor is that of one born to privilege - and you can almost hear an
father's regretful, almost mournful tone: 'If only she had been born a
man!' Her piercing gaze sees through facades and self-illusion as she
might through cold morning dew, through challenges and deceptions like
the movement of pieces upon an inlaid chess board and through flattery
and seduction like the scant veil of an oathbreaking nun. Her hair is
arranged into a noblewoman's coronet, an intricate arrangement of ebon
strands, twin streaks of scarlet from her temples drawing your eye. To
underestimate her as simply a woman of means, however, would be error:
Her posture has the composed strength of one as capable in the courts,
be it Cillidellia or D'Or D'Terraithe, as on the blood-soaked field of
honor or glory.

== WHO Lists: ==
01/07/14 - Hum [ Cl: 8 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/13/14 - Hum [ Ra: 9 Cl: 9 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/17/14 - Hum [ Tg: 9 Cl: 9 Ra: 9 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/20/14 - Hum [ Cl:12 Tg:12 Ra:12 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
01/25/14 - Hum [ Cl:17 Ra:15 Tg:15 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
01/27/14 - Hum [ Ra:17 Cl:18 Tg:15 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
02/03/14 - Hum [ Cl:22 Tg:18 Ra:18 ] Aphelion has Lost her family name.
03/02/14 - Hum [ Tg:25 Ra:25 Cl:25 ] Aphelion has lost more than her family name
04/29/14 - Hum [ Ra:28 Cl:29 Tg:28 ] Aphelion: so much Lost, so much Gained
06/18/14 - Hum [ Ra:29 Cl:30 Tg:29 ] Aphelion: so much Lost..
06/20/14 - Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion: so much Lost..
09/01/16 - Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion hides nary a sin. Kindred. Lost.
 

== Character History: ==
===Part I===
It is not the endless repetition of my tutors that was the musical score of my childhood – it was the cadence of marching feet and the calling of drills that echoed through the courtyard of the manor. Father took his duties as a captain of the Kayrron Guard seriously and the men at arms of our household were put through their paces no less rigorously than those of the city. As soon as I could hold a stick, I would mimic them from the balcony of my chamber, which had a bird’s eye view of their movements – far more interesting than practicing embroidery or canning preserves. Father indulged me, so long as my instructors gave me good marks, once bragging to a friend that I was a more apt student than most of his two-year cadets. 

After his service to the guard was up, Father could have become a condottieri, but instead, decided to continue his service to Kayrron, as an ambassador. Cookery and the laying in of herbs were replaced with geography and language. We left behind the safety of our manor and moved in different circles: glittering courts with bright flowers and stalking creatures, intrigues and shadow dealings. I learned to wear the plumage and blend in with the other doves, despite a hawk’s heart, all while using my eyes to see and my ears to hear that which would assist my father in his negotiations. Hated lessons in dance mingled with memorizing the lineage of the Great Houses and the proper placement of forks -- and daggers. Whispers followed, of course – the false pity for a girl with a mother lost in childbirth, dragged about by a father more accustomed to the field of honor than the field of politics. I learned to ignore it; those lessons would prove handy. 

Years passed; my world was my father and my governess, Shuvalriel, and our travels. I saw the gleaming spires of Cillidellia, travelled the ancient roads of the North, picked mushrooms in caves beneath dwarven cities, listened silently and veiled in vast deserts, knelt in prayer beneath a night sky, and learned of the One I would accept as my deity. Shuvalriel was pleased when I pledged to Onieros, dark Father of Dreams to the Drow elves. Her schooling in her native tongue had been peppered with ritual songs and tales of adventure. 

I noticed first; the paleness to his features. The way that Father’s breath would sometimes catch unexpectedly during moments of exertion. His pace had slowed; it was to be expected, given the weight that soldiering buries deep in the bones. In his advanced years, old wounds pained him more, but this was something else, something more pernicious. None of the remedies in any of the lands we had travelled gave him comfort. I hired sages and priests to no avail; none could cure him, only ease the pain somewhat. 

We returned to the manor in Kayrron for the first time in a decade and I sought out the oldest shelves of the library, seeking some mention of anything that could stave off this malady. There, I found a whisper of it: the blood of the Kindred was rumored to be a cure for any ailment. While Kindred were not uncommon in Kayrron, a recent edict by the Prince had sent them all into hiding, upon threat of meeting the sun – it appears his Highness had not appreciated the attentions of his favorite paramour being distracted by their presence. I would have to seek them elsewhere. 

This is my quest; to find the cure. 
 
----
 
===Part II===
'''Excerpt from the Court Record, Kayrron Archivist''' 
Appended to Familia Seremela Annotation, Winter Moon, 23rd Year of the Reign of Arcon the Just 
Word has been received from the Frontier Lands that the last living scion of House Seremela has passed. As Ambassador Seremela left no other heir, his estates and holdings will be held in trust by the Crown until an acknowledged member of the lineage may be found. 
 
'''Personal Notes, Kayrron Archivist''' 
'While it cannot enter the Records of the Court, the attached is documented for historical purposes. - A.' 
 
''"Honored Lady Albertha -'' 
''I must first start this missive with my thanks for all that you have done for my House, my revered Father, and myself. Your tireless research was invaluable, even though my own search was fruitless. The cure was found, but its cost was that which I hoped most to guard. It is, in truth, the sanguis mortis that might have saved my Father; a cure which he has long refused, when first we entertained that possibility. It is a bittersweet agony that within my breast, I now hold both cure and damnation. In its pursuit, a moment's civility became my undoing. I am mortal no more; a Kindred's thirst wracks me and the Queen of Night and Shadow commands my loyalty as my Maker, not the Head of my House or my Crown. I fear that this news will be the death of my Father. Better that he should think me lost on my journey, than this. I praythee, seal this record until after his death. By the laws of my beloved Kayrron, I cannot inherit. I have found some hint of remnants of an ancient line of House Seremela here in the Outlands, but both are broken women who have renounced all of who they are, or are in a state of unknowing. Let it pass to the matrilineal line, if an Heir can be found.'' 
''With all my respect, '' 
''I remain eternally,'' 
''Aphelion Morwen Elizabeth Seremela"'' 
 
----
 
===Part III ===
 
It appears that I am unique amongst the Queen's Chylder - the sole product of Her frenzy. All others were created with deliberation, or in moments of tenderness or passion. I think it likely the cause of Her distance: I am a badge of shame. My presence is a reminder of the depths to which She fell, violating my consent to the deepest extent possible. 
 
As clear as the sun, I recall Her standing some distance away, arms folded, watching me writhe and scream out my life upon the cold stone floor. 
"This is the part I hate," she murmured to her lover as I succumbed. No words of comfort, of guidance, but simply annoyance. 
Since that moment, I have not had a moment's kindness from Her; only duty. I am a true-born Seremela, a veteran of the Six League War, and my father's daughter - I will not grovel for Her attention. Never has our Bond been one of openness and communion; it is no welcoming archway, but a barred gate, through which I can see what might have been. Few of the Lost acknowledge my existence, although the Eldest knows that I am his to command. Little Eluch, hag-ridden and cursed, is only a shadow of the playful boy that teased and trusted in those early days. Mayhem, thankfully, is gone; at least I need not hear his tormenting mockery. The rest I give what is required by duty and courtesy and no more. I avoid Her temple, and instead prowl the Night in solitude, just as I mastered my Thirst in solitude, sweating blood, my jaw clenched against the inferno of need within. 
I have no use for most others, though from time to time, there are those who pique my interest. Bright motes of color amidst the shadow, drawing the eye and the attention for a moment, then fading away with their brief, butterfly lives. I prefer the stillness and the cold over the fire and fervor of humanity, with its tempting blood. I am not one of those who can live amongst them, savoring the torment of their nearness. I am proud to say that I have taken only those who face me in combat, who have a fighting chance. Never an innocent and never in the fervor of passion, but with the same regard and respect I gave those who stood against me upon the field of battle. 
I have found a place where I can rest unmolested, letting the siren call of Night flow over me without disturbing my torpor. The gravekeeper is paid well to keep away the curious, and if I become a bedtime story mothers tell their children to keep them fearful of and safe from that which the Moon reveals, well, so much the better. May Onieros grant them sweeter dreams than mine. 

== Trivia: ==
* Aphelion is the fifth vampire created by [[DarkClaw]]
 
== Player Provided Information: ==
 
== Personal Timeline: ==
01/06/14: Aphelion is created: '''[[A Solider Takes The Field]]''' 
01/08/14: '''[[Aphelion meets Venom]]''' again. 
01/20/14: Aphelion swears personal fealty to [[Venom]] for a year and a day: '''[[Aphelion is Squired]]''' 
01/21/14: Aphelion is attacked by [[Ort]] and harassed by [[Sagan]] when she responds with silence. Sagan says (in common), 'Aphelion's not talking much, her mouth is probably full. :('. As an unaligned, the Rule of Three is not honored, having not been requested in advance. 
01/25/14: Aphelion is slain by [[Ort]]. Determined to put this shame behind her, she gains nine ascensions in the next 36 hours. 
01/28/14: Aphelion is slain by [[Zephyr]]. 
01/30/14: Upon hearing of Aphelion's failures in combat, '''[[Venom Gives a Scolding]]'''. 
02/03/14: Against her will, Aphelion is Turned by [[DarkClaw]] when she makes the mistake of offering the out-of-control vampire a blood oath, after her term of service is abruptly ended by [[Venom|Mayhem]]: '''[[Aphelion's End]]''' 
02/05/14: Aphelion fights to learn: '''[[To Control Her Thirst]]''' 
'''[[02/08/14]]''': Aphelion wins the Olympic Rings Scavenger Hunt, with some assistance from [[Belsambar]] with the Black Ring. She spends time speaking with Eluch and training herself to control her Thirst. 
02/09/14: Aphelion enters the Olympic Haiku, but does not place: Battle lines are drawn / Pawns facing across a board / Who will win today? She meets Ghazkull for the first time. '''[[Kindred Meets Kindred]]''' 
'''[[02/12/2014|02/12/14]]''': Aphelion meets Arn. 
02/25/14: [[Tynian]] announces the final standings, and Aphelion takes fourth place in the overall. Her efforts help push Team Lost to the Bronze Medal, with 57% of their total score coming from Aphelion's contributions. 
06/20/14: At the request of [[Nicholai|The Eldest]], Aphelion seeks and obtains her final Ascension, witnessed by [[DarkClaw]] and [[Orpik]]. 
'''[[09-22-2014|09/22/14]]''' Foghair seeks to learn what lies behind Aphelion's mask. 
'''[[10-15-2014|10/15/14]]:''' Venom refers to [[Ghazkull]] as 'the traitor' and Aphelion seeks to learn why. 
'''[[11-17-2014|11/17/14]]:''' Aphelion realizes there is something awry with [[Eluch]] and gains counsel on Venom's claim of continued fealty. 
12/20/14: Aphelion attends '''[[The Kindred Masquerade Ball]].''' 
 
07/15/15: Aphelion is attacked thrice by [[Ghazkull]] in an attempt to complete one of the requirements of Wyld for his Triat Mastery Quest. He is unsuccessful. 
07/17/15: The Triat Initiate provides an explanation for his attacks, and acquiesces to Aphelion's required act of contrition: '''[[Ghazkull's Contrition]]''' 
 
'''[[09-07-2016|09/01/16]]:''' Aphelion discusses Hunger with the '''[[Nicholai|Eldest]]'''. 

== Player Information: ==

09-22-2014

2016-09-01T22:36:40Z

Aphelion: 09-22-2014

[[Category:Daily RP logs]]
[[Category:RP]]
[[Category:Logs]]
[[Category:Kindred]]

The Monster Behind the Mask 
 
Someone gives Aphelion (Mystical) the Coin of the Elements. 
 
Aphelion gossips (in common), 'thank you, Alcide'. 
 
Aphelion tells Foghair (in common), 'please come to Mish'. 
 
Foghair arrives from above. 
Foghair bounces into the room. 
 
Foghair smiles happily. 
 
Aphelion gives (Mystical) the Coin of the Elements to Foghair. 
 
Foghair says (in common), 'Pleased to make your acquanntance'. 
Foghair says (in common), 'acqunt... acquaint...'. 
Foghair says (in common), 'acquaintance'. 
 
Foghair smiles happily. 
 
Foghair says (in common), 'thank you! I must run. But when I get back I'll dig up a mage to get me up to remove one of these'. 
Foghair looks at his symbols. 
 
Foghair gets a still-warm chocolate chip cookie from a saddlebag. 
 
Aphelion bows formally. 
 
Foghair eats a still-warm chocolate chip cookie. 
 
Foghair gets a still-warm chocolate chip cookie from a saddlebag. 
 
Foghair says (in common), 'cookie?'. 
 
Aphelion looks at Foghair: 
 
What is there to say about a newly minted bard? 
 
He does hope to be a cunning linguist someday. 
Foghair has a special twinkle in his eye. 
Foghair is in perfect health. 
 
Foghair says (in common), 'Still warm...'. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), 'I am unable to indulge.'. 
 
Foghair nibbles a cookie, 'not poison...' 
 
Aphelion licks the points of her fangs. 
 
Foghair blinks. 
Foghair nods. 
 
Foghair says (in common), 'Ahem perhaps... when I'm older... well...'. 
Foghair nods. 
 
Foghair looks at Aphelion: 
 
A calm, closed expression casts an icy shadow over the unusually lovely 
features of this soldier. Her movements hold more leonine strength than 
a gazelle's grace. Lush garnet lips are barely parted by the protrusion 
of sharp fangs, silvery eyes darkened to steel gray with Hunger unsated. 
Her long, crimson-streaked black hair is bound in a single braid to keep 
it out of her face in combat or when she Feeds. 
 
 
Foghair says (in common), 'Oh! It's true. Masks really are coming back.'. 
Foghair nods to himself. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), 'Everyone will be wearing one soon '. 
 
Foghair nods in recognition to her. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), 'they're quite comfortable'. 
 
Foghair says (in common), 'I myself am often surprised at life's little quirks.'. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), 'though one cannot really trust anyone who wears one '. 
 
Foghair says (in common), 'Oh I don't know about that. You seem a very trustworthy sort'. 
 
Aphelion slides the mask off and regards him. 
 
Foghair looks at Aphelion. 
Foghair gulps. 
 
Foghair mumbles, 'was just being polite... you really are very scary' 
 
Aphelion smiles sadly, her shoulders slumping for the briefest moment. "Aye." 
 
Foghair says (in common), 'Just trying to use humor to lighten the mood. Could I play you a song?'. 
 
Aphelion bows with military crispness. "There is no need." 
 
Foghair nods. 
 
Ghazkull sits down and thinks deeply. 
 
Aphelion slides the mask back on. 
 
Foghair beams a smile at Ghazkull. 
 
Ghazkull makes a complicated-looking gesture. 
Ghazkull twiddles his thumbs and a ball of bright red light appears. 
 
Foghair grins to himself. What IS he thinking about...?! 
 
Ghazkull makes a complicated-looking gesture. 
Ghazkull draws a funny looking rune on a ball of bright red light. 
 
Foghair says (in common), '### [Somewhere, Aphelion slides the mask back on.]'. 
 
Foghair grins to himself. What IS he thinking about...?! 
 
Foghair says (in common), '### [Somewhere, Ghazkull 's head twitches slightly as the Angel leans in to whisper something in his ear]'. 
 
Aphelion's demeanor hardens once more as her features are concealed. 
 
Foghair says (in common), 'Trying to make a feedback loop'. 
 
Foghair looks closely at Ghazkull. 
Foghair says (in common), 'There's a reverb knob there somewhere'. 
 
Foghair tentatively reaches out... but stops. 
Foghair says (in common), 'And... I'm talking to myself again'. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), 'No'. 
 
Foghair blinks. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), 'He's just made of night-breezes and smoke. Here a moment then unseen the next'. 
 
Foghair says (in common), 'How does one miss the vampire in the room?'. 
Foghair shakes his head, clearing out the cobwebs. 
 
Foghair nods. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), 'Because that is one way he Hunts. I, being what I am, prefer a direct approach.'. 
 
Aphelion looks at Foghair. 
 
Foghair smiles, eyes just a touch wide. 
Foghair bows formally, eyes down. 
 
Foghair says (in common), 'Thank you again, for your kindness. And the mask really does suit you. Quite lovely.'. 
 
Aphelion shifts her weight slightly forward, breathing in his scent. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), 'You are welcome, Foghair.'. 
 
Foghair shifts and carefully tries to cover a gulp. 
Foghair smiles happily and waves. 
Foghair leaves up. 
<nowiki>###</nowiki> Foghair has quit.

Aphelion

2016-09-01T22:35:46Z

Aphelion: /* Personal Timeline: */

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[[Category:Kindred/Vampire]]
== Mud Contributions: ==
Aphelion was an aggressive competitor in the 2014 TFC Olympics, and took 4th place in the overall individual standings. Her efforts scored 57% of [[The Lost Ones|Team Lost]]'s 3rd place finish in the overall competition. 
 

== Current Description (Feb 11, 2015) ==
A calm, closed expression casts an icy shadow over the unusually lovely
features of this soldier. Her movements hold more leonine strength than
a gazelle's grace. Lush garnet lips are barely parted by the protrusion
of sharp fangs, silvery eyes darkened to steel gray with Hunger unsated.
Her long, crimson-streaked black hair is bound in a single braid to keep
it out of her face in combat or when she Feeds.

===Dressing for the Kindred Masquerade: Dec 20, 2014===
Bright silver eyes gaze back at you from behind the mysterious barrier of a
black raven mask of suede and feathers. The beak of the mask is open, as if
in a scream of victory as she gathers the spirits of the slain. The pungent
scent of death and misery clings to the form of the entity before you and a
ghostly mist trails behind her, as if for this one night, she has become an
Incarna of the Morrigan - the Carrion Crow - in truth and not masquerade.

Aphelion has a special twinkle in her eye.
Aphelion is in perfect health.

Aphelion is using:
<used as light> (Powerful magic) (Glowing) the Rod of Magic
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Transient Glow) A Memento of Hope Lost
<worn on finger> (Moderate magic) (Glowing) (Humming) a ring of violet diamonds
<worn around neck> (Token magic) a single glossy black feather
<worn around neck> a high collar of black suede and sable feathers
<worn on body> a form-fitting gown of black velvet with a feathered bodice
<worn on head> a beaked raven mask of black leather and sable feathers
<worn on legs> (Red Aura) sheer black silk stockings
<worn on arms> long, wing-like sleeves of sable feathers
<worn about body> (Moderate magic) a feather cloak
<worn around wrist> a set of bangles
<worn around wrist> a set of bangles
<wielded> a raven's claw
<wielded off-hand> a raven's claw
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra
<worn with pride> a scarlet ribbon bearing a medallion of nickel
<worn with pride> a badge, a pin, 4 ribbons

===(02/05/14): ===
Her struggle to control a new and unbearable Thirst is written all over the
unusually lovely features of this soldier. Her lush crimson lips are parted
by the protrusion of sharp fangs, her silvery eyes darkened to an icy steel
gray. Her long, crimson-streaked black hair is bound back to keep it out of
her face and from becoming stained when she relents and slakes her Hunger.
Drawing on her military training and deeply ingrained self-discipline, she
focuses on the impossible task ahead: to turn this unwelcome Rebirth into
a useful tool or weapon, instead of the curse that has ended her bloodline
and stripped her of all that she held dear. Her hands shift restlessly at
her sides, callouses visible on her palms from her weapon haft. Impeccable
armor, carefully maintained, wards her tall frame, but here and there, the
removal of insignia has left small scars upon its surface, another sign of
what has been Lost.
 
===01/06/2014===
With eyes like the halo of frost around a silvery full moon, the woman
before you has an icy calm and reserve that is almost unsettling. Her
demeanor is that of one born to privilege - and you can almost hear an
father's regretful, almost mournful tone: 'If only she had been born a
man!' Her piercing gaze sees through facades and self-illusion as she
might through cold morning dew, through challenges and deceptions like
the movement of pieces upon an inlaid chess board and through flattery
and seduction like the scant veil of an oathbreaking nun. Her hair is
arranged into a noblewoman's coronet, an intricate arrangement of ebon
strands, twin streaks of scarlet from her temples drawing your eye. To
underestimate her as simply a woman of means, however, would be error:
Her posture has the composed strength of one as capable in the courts,
be it Cillidellia or D'Or D'Terraithe, as on the blood-soaked field of
honor or glory.

== WHO Lists: ==
01/07/14 - Hum [ Cl: 8 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/13/14 - Hum [ Ra: 9 Cl: 9 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/17/14 - Hum [ Tg: 9 Cl: 9 Ra: 9 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/20/14 - Hum [ Cl:12 Tg:12 Ra:12 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
01/25/14 - Hum [ Cl:17 Ra:15 Tg:15 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
01/27/14 - Hum [ Ra:17 Cl:18 Tg:15 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
02/03/14 - Hum [ Cl:22 Tg:18 Ra:18 ] Aphelion has Lost her family name.
03/02/14 - Hum [ Tg:25 Ra:25 Cl:25 ] Aphelion has lost more than her family name
04/29/14 - Hum [ Ra:28 Cl:29 Tg:28 ] Aphelion: so much Lost, so much Gained
06/18/14 - Hum [ Ra:29 Cl:30 Tg:29 ] Aphelion: so much Lost..
06/20/14 - Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion: so much Lost..
09/01/16 - Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion hides nary a sin. Kindred. Lost.
 

== Character History: ==
===Part I===
It is not the endless repetition of my tutors that was the musical score of my childhood – it was the cadence of marching feet and the calling of drills that echoed through the courtyard of the manor. Father took his duties as a captain of the Kayrron Guard seriously and the men at arms of our household were put through their paces no less rigorously than those of the city. As soon as I could hold a stick, I would mimic them from the balcony of my chamber, which had a bird’s eye view of their movements – far more interesting than practicing embroidery or canning preserves. Father indulged me, so long as my instructors gave me good marks, once bragging to a friend that I was a more apt student than most of his two-year cadets. 

After his service to the guard was up, Father could have become a condottieri, but instead, decided to continue his service to Kayrron, as an ambassador. Cookery and the laying in of herbs were replaced with geography and language. We left behind the safety of our manor and moved in different circles: glittering courts with bright flowers and stalking creatures, intrigues and shadow dealings. I learned to wear the plumage and blend in with the other doves, despite a hawk’s heart, all while using my eyes to see and my ears to hear that which would assist my father in his negotiations. Hated lessons in dance mingled with memorizing the lineage of the Great Houses and the proper placement of forks -- and daggers. Whispers followed, of course – the false pity for a girl with a mother lost in childbirth, dragged about by a father more accustomed to the field of honor than the field of politics. I learned to ignore it; those lessons would prove handy. 

Years passed; my world was my father and my governess, Shuvalriel, and our travels. I saw the gleaming spires of Cillidellia, travelled the ancient roads of the North, picked mushrooms in caves beneath dwarven cities, listened silently and veiled in vast deserts, knelt in prayer beneath a night sky, and learned of the One I would accept as my deity. Shuvalriel was pleased when I pledged to Onieros, dark Father of Dreams to the Drow elves. Her schooling in her native tongue had been peppered with ritual songs and tales of adventure. 

I noticed first; the paleness to his features. The way that Father’s breath would sometimes catch unexpectedly during moments of exertion. His pace had slowed; it was to be expected, given the weight that soldiering buries deep in the bones. In his advanced years, old wounds pained him more, but this was something else, something more pernicious. None of the remedies in any of the lands we had travelled gave him comfort. I hired sages and priests to no avail; none could cure him, only ease the pain somewhat. 

We returned to the manor in Kayrron for the first time in a decade and I sought out the oldest shelves of the library, seeking some mention of anything that could stave off this malady. There, I found a whisper of it: the blood of the Kindred was rumored to be a cure for any ailment. While Kindred were not uncommon in Kayrron, a recent edict by the Prince had sent them all into hiding, upon threat of meeting the sun – it appears his Highness had not appreciated the attentions of his favorite paramour being distracted by their presence. I would have to seek them elsewhere. 

This is my quest; to find the cure. 
 
----
 
===Part II===
'''Excerpt from the Court Record, Kayrron Archivist''' 
Appended to Familia Seremela Annotation, Winter Moon, 23rd Year of the Reign of Arcon the Just 
Word has been received from the Frontier Lands that the last living scion of House Seremela has passed. As Ambassador Seremela left no other heir, his estates and holdings will be held in trust by the Crown until an acknowledged member of the lineage may be found. 
 
'''Personal Notes, Kayrron Archivist''' 
'While it cannot enter the Records of the Court, the attached is documented for historical purposes. - A.' 
 
''"Honored Lady Albertha -'' 
''I must first start this missive with my thanks for all that you have done for my House, my revered Father, and myself. Your tireless research was invaluable, even though my own search was fruitless. The cure was found, but its cost was that which I hoped most to guard. It is, in truth, the sanguis mortis that might have saved my Father; a cure which he has long refused, when first we entertained that possibility. It is a bittersweet agony that within my breast, I now hold both cure and damnation. In its pursuit, a moment's civility became my undoing. I am mortal no more; a Kindred's thirst wracks me and the Queen of Night and Shadow commands my loyalty as my Maker, not the Head of my House or my Crown. I fear that this news will be the death of my Father. Better that he should think me lost on my journey, than this. I praythee, seal this record until after his death. By the laws of my beloved Kayrron, I cannot inherit. I have found some hint of remnants of an ancient line of House Seremela here in the Outlands, but both are broken women who have renounced all of who they are, or are in a state of unknowing. Let it pass to the matrilineal line, if an Heir can be found.'' 
''With all my respect, '' 
''I remain eternally,'' 
''Aphelion Morwen Elizabeth Seremela"'' 
 
----
 
===Part III ===
 
It appears that I am unique amongst the Queen's Chylder - the sole product of Her frenzy. All others were created with deliberation, or in moments of tenderness or passion. I think it likely the cause of Her distance: I am a badge of shame. My presence is a reminder of the depths to which She fell, violating my consent to the deepest extent possible. 
 
As clear as the sun, I recall Her standing some distance away, arms folded, watching me writhe and scream out my life upon the cold stone floor. 
"This is the part I hate," she murmured to her lover as I succumbed. No words of comfort, of guidance, but simply annoyance. 
Since that moment, I have not had a moment's kindness from Her; only duty. I am a true-born Seremela, a veteran of the Six League War, and my father's daughter - I will not grovel for Her attention. Never has our Bond been one of openness and communion; it is no welcoming archway, but a barred gate, through which I can see what might have been. Few of the Lost acknowledge my existence, although the Eldest knows that I am his to command. Little Eluch, hag-ridden and cursed, is only a shadow of the playful boy that teased and trusted in those early days. Mayhem, thankfully, is gone; at least I need not hear his tormenting mockery. The rest I give what is required by duty and courtesy and no more. I avoid Her temple, and instead prowl the Night in solitude, just as I mastered my Thirst in solitude, sweating blood, my jaw clenched against the inferno of need within. 
I have no use for most others, though from time to time, there are those who pique my interest. Bright motes of color amidst the shadow, drawing the eye and the attention for a moment, then fading away with their brief, butterfly lives. I prefer the stillness and the cold over the fire and fervor of humanity, with its tempting blood. I am not one of those who can live amongst them, savoring the torment of their nearness. I am proud to say that I have taken only those who face me in combat, who have a fighting chance. Never an innocent and never in the fervor of passion, but with the same regard and respect I gave those who stood against me upon the field of battle. 
I have found a place where I can rest unmolested, letting the siren call of Night flow over me without disturbing my torpor. The gravekeeper is paid well to keep away the curious, and if I become a bedtime story mothers tell their children to keep them fearful of and safe from that which the Moon reveals, well, so much the better. May Onieros grant them sweeter dreams than mine. 

== Trivia: ==
* Aphelion is the fifth vampire created by [[DarkClaw]]
 
== Player Provided Information: ==
 
== Personal Timeline: ==
01/06/14: Aphelion is created: '''[[A Solider Takes The Field]]''' 
01/08/14: '''[[Aphelion meets Venom]]''' again. 
01/20/14: Aphelion swears personal fealty to [[Venom]] for a year and a day: '''[[Aphelion is Squired]]''' 
01/21/14: Aphelion is attacked by [[Ort]] and harassed by [[Sagan]] when she responds with silence. Sagan says (in common), 'Aphelion's not talking much, her mouth is probably full. :('. As an unaligned, the Rule of Three is not honored, having not been requested in advance. 
01/25/14: Aphelion is slain by [[Ort]]. Determined to put this shame behind her, she gains nine ascensions in the next 36 hours. 
01/28/14: Aphelion is slain by [[Zephyr]]. 
01/30/14: Upon hearing of Aphelion's failures in combat, '''[[Venom Gives a Scolding]]'''. 
02/03/14: Against her will, Aphelion is Turned by [[DarkClaw]] when she makes the mistake of offering the out-of-control vampire a blood oath, after her term of service is abruptly ended by [[Venom|Mayhem]]: '''[[Aphelion's End]]''' 
02/05/14: Aphelion fights to learn: '''[[To Control Her Thirst]]''' 
'''[[02/08/14]]''': Aphelion wins the Olympic Rings Scavenger Hunt, with some assistance from [[Belsambar]] with the Black Ring. She spends time speaking with Eluch and training herself to control her Thirst. 
02/09/14: Aphelion enters the Olympic Haiku, but does not place: Battle lines are drawn / Pawns facing across a board / Who will win today? She meets Ghazkull for the first time. '''[[Kindred Meets Kindred]]''' 
'''[[02/12/2014|02/12/14]]''': Aphelion meets Arn. 
02/25/14: [[Tynian]] announces the final standings, and Aphelion takes fourth place in the overall. Her efforts help push Team Lost to the Bronze Medal, with 57% of their total score coming from Aphelion's contributions. 
06/20/14: At the request of [[Nicholai|The Eldest]], Aphelion seeks and obtains her final Ascension, witnessed by [[DarkClaw]] and [[Orpik]]. 
'''[[09-22-2014|09/22/14]]''' Foghair seeks to learn what lies behind Aphelion's mask. 
'''[[10-15-2014|10/15/14]]:''' Venom refers to [[Ghazkull]] as 'the traitor' and Aphelion seeks to learn why. 
'''[[11-17-2014|11/17/14]]:''' Aphelion realizes there is something awry with [[Eluch]] and gains counsel on Venom's claim of continued fealty. 
12/20/14: Aphelion attends '''[[The Kindred Masquerade Ball]].''' 
07/15/15: Aphelion is attacked thrice by [[Ghazkull]] in an attempt to complete one of the requirements of Wyld for his Triat Mastery Quest. He is unsuccessful. 
07/17/15: The Triat Initiate provides an explanation for his attacks, and acquiesces to Aphelion's required act of contrition: '''[[Ghazkull's Contrition]]''' 
'''[[09-07-2016|09/01/16]]:''' Aphelion discusses Hunger with the '''[[Nicholai|Eldest]]'''. 

== Player Information: ==

Aphelion

2016-09-01T22:31:54Z

Aphelion: /* Personal Timeline: */

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[[Category:Kindred/Vampire]]
== Mud Contributions: ==
Aphelion was an aggressive competitor in the 2014 TFC Olympics, and took 4th place in the overall individual standings. Her efforts scored 57% of [[The Lost Ones|Team Lost]]'s 3rd place finish in the overall competition. 
 

== Current Description (Feb 11, 2015) ==
A calm, closed expression casts an icy shadow over the unusually lovely
features of this soldier. Her movements hold more leonine strength than
a gazelle's grace. Lush garnet lips are barely parted by the protrusion
of sharp fangs, silvery eyes darkened to steel gray with Hunger unsated.
Her long, crimson-streaked black hair is bound in a single braid to keep
it out of her face in combat or when she Feeds.

===Dressing for the Kindred Masquerade: Dec 20, 2014===
Bright silver eyes gaze back at you from behind the mysterious barrier of a
black raven mask of suede and feathers. The beak of the mask is open, as if
in a scream of victory as she gathers the spirits of the slain. The pungent
scent of death and misery clings to the form of the entity before you and a
ghostly mist trails behind her, as if for this one night, she has become an
Incarna of the Morrigan - the Carrion Crow - in truth and not masquerade.

Aphelion has a special twinkle in her eye.
Aphelion is in perfect health.

Aphelion is using:
<used as light> (Powerful magic) (Glowing) the Rod of Magic
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Transient Glow) A Memento of Hope Lost
<worn on finger> (Moderate magic) (Glowing) (Humming) a ring of violet diamonds
<worn around neck> (Token magic) a single glossy black feather
<worn around neck> a high collar of black suede and sable feathers
<worn on body> a form-fitting gown of black velvet with a feathered bodice
<worn on head> a beaked raven mask of black leather and sable feathers
<worn on legs> (Red Aura) sheer black silk stockings
<worn on arms> long, wing-like sleeves of sable feathers
<worn about body> (Moderate magic) a feather cloak
<worn around wrist> a set of bangles
<worn around wrist> a set of bangles
<wielded> a raven's claw
<wielded off-hand> a raven's claw
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra
<worn with pride> a scarlet ribbon bearing a medallion of nickel
<worn with pride> a badge, a pin, 4 ribbons

===(02/05/14): ===
Her struggle to control a new and unbearable Thirst is written all over the
unusually lovely features of this soldier. Her lush crimson lips are parted
by the protrusion of sharp fangs, her silvery eyes darkened to an icy steel
gray. Her long, crimson-streaked black hair is bound back to keep it out of
her face and from becoming stained when she relents and slakes her Hunger.
Drawing on her military training and deeply ingrained self-discipline, she
focuses on the impossible task ahead: to turn this unwelcome Rebirth into
a useful tool or weapon, instead of the curse that has ended her bloodline
and stripped her of all that she held dear. Her hands shift restlessly at
her sides, callouses visible on her palms from her weapon haft. Impeccable
armor, carefully maintained, wards her tall frame, but here and there, the
removal of insignia has left small scars upon its surface, another sign of
what has been Lost.
 
===01/06/2014===
With eyes like the halo of frost around a silvery full moon, the woman
before you has an icy calm and reserve that is almost unsettling. Her
demeanor is that of one born to privilege - and you can almost hear an
father's regretful, almost mournful tone: 'If only she had been born a
man!' Her piercing gaze sees through facades and self-illusion as she
might through cold morning dew, through challenges and deceptions like
the movement of pieces upon an inlaid chess board and through flattery
and seduction like the scant veil of an oathbreaking nun. Her hair is
arranged into a noblewoman's coronet, an intricate arrangement of ebon
strands, twin streaks of scarlet from her temples drawing your eye. To
underestimate her as simply a woman of means, however, would be error:
Her posture has the composed strength of one as capable in the courts,
be it Cillidellia or D'Or D'Terraithe, as on the blood-soaked field of
honor or glory.

== WHO Lists: ==
01/07/14 - Hum [ Cl: 8 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/13/14 - Hum [ Ra: 9 Cl: 9 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/17/14 - Hum [ Tg: 9 Cl: 9 Ra: 9 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/20/14 - Hum [ Cl:12 Tg:12 Ra:12 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
01/25/14 - Hum [ Cl:17 Ra:15 Tg:15 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
01/27/14 - Hum [ Ra:17 Cl:18 Tg:15 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
02/03/14 - Hum [ Cl:22 Tg:18 Ra:18 ] Aphelion has Lost her family name.
03/02/14 - Hum [ Tg:25 Ra:25 Cl:25 ] Aphelion has lost more than her family name
04/29/14 - Hum [ Ra:28 Cl:29 Tg:28 ] Aphelion: so much Lost, so much Gained
06/18/14 - Hum [ Ra:29 Cl:30 Tg:29 ] Aphelion: so much Lost..
06/20/14 - Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion: so much Lost..
09/01/16 - Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion hides nary a sin. Kindred. Lost.
 

== Character History: ==
===Part I===
It is not the endless repetition of my tutors that was the musical score of my childhood – it was the cadence of marching feet and the calling of drills that echoed through the courtyard of the manor. Father took his duties as a captain of the Kayrron Guard seriously and the men at arms of our household were put through their paces no less rigorously than those of the city. As soon as I could hold a stick, I would mimic them from the balcony of my chamber, which had a bird’s eye view of their movements – far more interesting than practicing embroidery or canning preserves. Father indulged me, so long as my instructors gave me good marks, once bragging to a friend that I was a more apt student than most of his two-year cadets. 

After his service to the guard was up, Father could have become a condottieri, but instead, decided to continue his service to Kayrron, as an ambassador. Cookery and the laying in of herbs were replaced with geography and language. We left behind the safety of our manor and moved in different circles: glittering courts with bright flowers and stalking creatures, intrigues and shadow dealings. I learned to wear the plumage and blend in with the other doves, despite a hawk’s heart, all while using my eyes to see and my ears to hear that which would assist my father in his negotiations. Hated lessons in dance mingled with memorizing the lineage of the Great Houses and the proper placement of forks -- and daggers. Whispers followed, of course – the false pity for a girl with a mother lost in childbirth, dragged about by a father more accustomed to the field of honor than the field of politics. I learned to ignore it; those lessons would prove handy. 

Years passed; my world was my father and my governess, Shuvalriel, and our travels. I saw the gleaming spires of Cillidellia, travelled the ancient roads of the North, picked mushrooms in caves beneath dwarven cities, listened silently and veiled in vast deserts, knelt in prayer beneath a night sky, and learned of the One I would accept as my deity. Shuvalriel was pleased when I pledged to Onieros, dark Father of Dreams to the Drow elves. Her schooling in her native tongue had been peppered with ritual songs and tales of adventure. 

I noticed first; the paleness to his features. The way that Father’s breath would sometimes catch unexpectedly during moments of exertion. His pace had slowed; it was to be expected, given the weight that soldiering buries deep in the bones. In his advanced years, old wounds pained him more, but this was something else, something more pernicious. None of the remedies in any of the lands we had travelled gave him comfort. I hired sages and priests to no avail; none could cure him, only ease the pain somewhat. 

We returned to the manor in Kayrron for the first time in a decade and I sought out the oldest shelves of the library, seeking some mention of anything that could stave off this malady. There, I found a whisper of it: the blood of the Kindred was rumored to be a cure for any ailment. While Kindred were not uncommon in Kayrron, a recent edict by the Prince had sent them all into hiding, upon threat of meeting the sun – it appears his Highness had not appreciated the attentions of his favorite paramour being distracted by their presence. I would have to seek them elsewhere. 

This is my quest; to find the cure. 
 
----
 
===Part II===
'''Excerpt from the Court Record, Kayrron Archivist''' 
Appended to Familia Seremela Annotation, Winter Moon, 23rd Year of the Reign of Arcon the Just 
Word has been received from the Frontier Lands that the last living scion of House Seremela has passed. As Ambassador Seremela left no other heir, his estates and holdings will be held in trust by the Crown until an acknowledged member of the lineage may be found. 
 
'''Personal Notes, Kayrron Archivist''' 
'While it cannot enter the Records of the Court, the attached is documented for historical purposes. - A.' 
 
''"Honored Lady Albertha -'' 
''I must first start this missive with my thanks for all that you have done for my House, my revered Father, and myself. Your tireless research was invaluable, even though my own search was fruitless. The cure was found, but its cost was that which I hoped most to guard. It is, in truth, the sanguis mortis that might have saved my Father; a cure which he has long refused, when first we entertained that possibility. It is a bittersweet agony that within my breast, I now hold both cure and damnation. In its pursuit, a moment's civility became my undoing. I am mortal no more; a Kindred's thirst wracks me and the Queen of Night and Shadow commands my loyalty as my Maker, not the Head of my House or my Crown. I fear that this news will be the death of my Father. Better that he should think me lost on my journey, than this. I praythee, seal this record until after his death. By the laws of my beloved Kayrron, I cannot inherit. I have found some hint of remnants of an ancient line of House Seremela here in the Outlands, but both are broken women who have renounced all of who they are, or are in a state of unknowing. Let it pass to the matrilineal line, if an Heir can be found.'' 
''With all my respect, '' 
''I remain eternally,'' 
''Aphelion Morwen Elizabeth Seremela"'' 
 
----
 
===Part III ===
 
It appears that I am unique amongst the Queen's Chylder - the sole product of Her frenzy. All others were created with deliberation, or in moments of tenderness or passion. I think it likely the cause of Her distance: I am a badge of shame. My presence is a reminder of the depths to which She fell, violating my consent to the deepest extent possible. 
 
As clear as the sun, I recall Her standing some distance away, arms folded, watching me writhe and scream out my life upon the cold stone floor. 
"This is the part I hate," she murmured to her lover as I succumbed. No words of comfort, of guidance, but simply annoyance. 
Since that moment, I have not had a moment's kindness from Her; only duty. I am a true-born Seremela, a veteran of the Six League War, and my father's daughter - I will not grovel for Her attention. Never has our Bond been one of openness and communion; it is no welcoming archway, but a barred gate, through which I can see what might have been. Few of the Lost acknowledge my existence, although the Eldest knows that I am his to command. Little Eluch, hag-ridden and cursed, is only a shadow of the playful boy that teased and trusted in those early days. Mayhem, thankfully, is gone; at least I need not hear his tormenting mockery. The rest I give what is required by duty and courtesy and no more. I avoid Her temple, and instead prowl the Night in solitude, just as I mastered my Thirst in solitude, sweating blood, my jaw clenched against the inferno of need within. 
I have no use for most others, though from time to time, there are those who pique my interest. Bright motes of color amidst the shadow, drawing the eye and the attention for a moment, then fading away with their brief, butterfly lives. I prefer the stillness and the cold over the fire and fervor of humanity, with its tempting blood. I am not one of those who can live amongst them, savoring the torment of their nearness. I am proud to say that I have taken only those who face me in combat, who have a fighting chance. Never an innocent and never in the fervor of passion, but with the same regard and respect I gave those who stood against me upon the field of battle. 
I have found a place where I can rest unmolested, letting the siren call of Night flow over me without disturbing my torpor. The gravekeeper is paid well to keep away the curious, and if I become a bedtime story mothers tell their children to keep them fearful of and safe from that which the Moon reveals, well, so much the better. May Onieros grant them sweeter dreams than mine. 

== Trivia: ==
* Aphelion is the fifth vampire created by [[DarkClaw]]
 
== Player Provided Information: ==
 
== Personal Timeline: ==
01/06/14: Aphelion is created: '''[[A Solider Takes The Field]]''' 
01/08/14: '''[[Aphelion meets Venom]]''' again. 
01/20/14: Aphelion swears personal fealty to [[Venom]] for a year and a day: '''[[Aphelion is Squired]]''' 
01/21/14: Aphelion is attacked by [[Ort]] and harassed by [[Sagan]] when she responds with silence. Sagan says (in common), 'Aphelion's not talking much, her mouth is probably full. :('. As an unaligned, the Rule of Three is not honored, having not been requested in advance. 
01/25/14: Aphelion is slain by [[Ort]]. Determined to put this shame behind her, she gains nine ascensions in the next 36 hours. 
01/28/14: Aphelion is slain by [[Zephyr]]. 
01/30/14: Upon hearing of Aphelion's failures in combat, '''[[Venom Gives a Scolding]]'''. 
02/03/14: Against her will, Aphelion is Turned by [[DarkClaw]] when she makes the mistake of offering the out-of-control vampire a blood oath, after her term of service is abruptly ended by [[Venom|Mayhem]]: '''[[Aphelion's End]]''' 
02/05/14: Aphelion fights to learn: '''[[To Control Her Thirst]]''' 
'''[[02/08/14]]''': Aphelion wins the Olympic Rings Scavenger Hunt, with some assistance from [[Belsambar]] with the Black Ring. She spends time speaking with Eluch and training herself to control her Thirst. 
02/09/14: Aphelion enters the Olympic Haiku, but does not place: Battle lines are drawn / Pawns facing across a board / Who will win today? She meets Ghazkull for the first time. '''[[Kindred Meets Kindred]]''' 
'''[[02/12/2014|02/12/14]]''': Aphelion meets Arn. 
02/25/14: [[Tynian]] announces the final standings, and Aphelion takes fourth place in the overall. Her efforts help push Team Lost to the Bronze Medal, with 57% of their total score coming from Aphelion's contributions. 
06/20/14: At the request of [[Nicholai|The Eldest]], Aphelion seeks and obtains her final Ascension, witnessed by [[DarkClaw]] and [[Orpik]]. 
'''[[10-15-2014|10/15/14]]:''' Venom refers to [[Ghazkull]] as 'the traitor' and Aphelion seeks to learn why. 
'''[[11-17-2014|11/17/14]]:''' Aphelion realizes there is something awry with [[Eluch]] and gains counsel on Venom's claim of continued fealty. 
12/20/14: Aphelion attends '''[[The Kindred Masquerade Ball]].''' 
07/15/15: Aphelion is attacked thrice by [[Ghazkull]] in an attempt to complete one of the requirements of Wyld for his Triat Mastery Quest. He is unsuccessful. 
07/17/15: The Triat Initiate provides an explanation for his attacks, and acquiesces to Aphelion's required act of contrition: '''[[Ghazkull's Contrition]]''' 
'''[[09-07-2016|09/01/16]]:''' Aphelion discusses Hunger with the '''[[Nicholai|Eldest]]'''. 

== Player Information: ==

Aphelion

2016-09-01T22:31:40Z

Aphelion: /* Personal Timeline: */

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|incarnation = VI
|styled_as =
|imm_rank =
|created = January 6, 2014
|status = Semi-Active
|retire_date =
|race = {{Race|Human}} ([[Kindred (Vampires)|Kindred]])
|hometown = [[Riverhold]]
|classes = {{Class|Cleric}} {{Class|Ranger}} {{Class|Thug}}
|last_seen =
|followed = [[DarkClaw]]
|spouse =
|partner =
|parents =
|children =
|relatives = Briefly squired to [[Venom]]
|areas_written =
|immorted_on =
|following =
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[[File:Aphelion Seremela.jpg|350px|thumb|left]]
[[Category:Kindred/Vampire]]
== Mud Contributions: ==
Aphelion was an aggressive competitor in the 2014 TFC Olympics, and took 4th place in the overall individual standings. Her efforts scored 57% of [[The Lost Ones|Team Lost]]'s 3rd place finish in the overall competition. 
 

== Current Description (Feb 11, 2015) ==
A calm, closed expression casts an icy shadow over the unusually lovely
features of this soldier. Her movements hold more leonine strength than
a gazelle's grace. Lush garnet lips are barely parted by the protrusion
of sharp fangs, silvery eyes darkened to steel gray with Hunger unsated.
Her long, crimson-streaked black hair is bound in a single braid to keep
it out of her face in combat or when she Feeds.

===Dressing for the Kindred Masquerade: Dec 20, 2014===
Bright silver eyes gaze back at you from behind the mysterious barrier of a
black raven mask of suede and feathers. The beak of the mask is open, as if
in a scream of victory as she gathers the spirits of the slain. The pungent
scent of death and misery clings to the form of the entity before you and a
ghostly mist trails behind her, as if for this one night, she has become an
Incarna of the Morrigan - the Carrion Crow - in truth and not masquerade.

Aphelion has a special twinkle in her eye.
Aphelion is in perfect health.

Aphelion is using:
<used as light> (Powerful magic) (Glowing) the Rod of Magic
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Transient Glow) A Memento of Hope Lost
<worn on finger> (Moderate magic) (Glowing) (Humming) a ring of violet diamonds
<worn around neck> (Token magic) a single glossy black feather
<worn around neck> a high collar of black suede and sable feathers
<worn on body> a form-fitting gown of black velvet with a feathered bodice
<worn on head> a beaked raven mask of black leather and sable feathers
<worn on legs> (Red Aura) sheer black silk stockings
<worn on arms> long, wing-like sleeves of sable feathers
<worn about body> (Moderate magic) a feather cloak
<worn around wrist> a set of bangles
<worn around wrist> a set of bangles
<wielded> a raven's claw
<wielded off-hand> a raven's claw
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra
<worn with pride> a scarlet ribbon bearing a medallion of nickel
<worn with pride> a badge, a pin, 4 ribbons

===(02/05/14): ===
Her struggle to control a new and unbearable Thirst is written all over the
unusually lovely features of this soldier. Her lush crimson lips are parted
by the protrusion of sharp fangs, her silvery eyes darkened to an icy steel
gray. Her long, crimson-streaked black hair is bound back to keep it out of
her face and from becoming stained when she relents and slakes her Hunger.
Drawing on her military training and deeply ingrained self-discipline, she
focuses on the impossible task ahead: to turn this unwelcome Rebirth into
a useful tool or weapon, instead of the curse that has ended her bloodline
and stripped her of all that she held dear. Her hands shift restlessly at
her sides, callouses visible on her palms from her weapon haft. Impeccable
armor, carefully maintained, wards her tall frame, but here and there, the
removal of insignia has left small scars upon its surface, another sign of
what has been Lost.
 
===01/06/2014===
With eyes like the halo of frost around a silvery full moon, the woman
before you has an icy calm and reserve that is almost unsettling. Her
demeanor is that of one born to privilege - and you can almost hear an
father's regretful, almost mournful tone: 'If only she had been born a
man!' Her piercing gaze sees through facades and self-illusion as she
might through cold morning dew, through challenges and deceptions like
the movement of pieces upon an inlaid chess board and through flattery
and seduction like the scant veil of an oathbreaking nun. Her hair is
arranged into a noblewoman's coronet, an intricate arrangement of ebon
strands, twin streaks of scarlet from her temples drawing your eye. To
underestimate her as simply a woman of means, however, would be error:
Her posture has the composed strength of one as capable in the courts,
be it Cillidellia or D'Or D'Terraithe, as on the blood-soaked field of
honor or glory.

== WHO Lists: ==
01/07/14 - Hum [ Cl: 8 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/13/14 - Hum [ Ra: 9 Cl: 9 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/17/14 - Hum [ Tg: 9 Cl: 9 Ra: 9 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/20/14 - Hum [ Cl:12 Tg:12 Ra:12 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
01/25/14 - Hum [ Cl:17 Ra:15 Tg:15 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
01/27/14 - Hum [ Ra:17 Cl:18 Tg:15 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
02/03/14 - Hum [ Cl:22 Tg:18 Ra:18 ] Aphelion has Lost her family name.
03/02/14 - Hum [ Tg:25 Ra:25 Cl:25 ] Aphelion has lost more than her family name
04/29/14 - Hum [ Ra:28 Cl:29 Tg:28 ] Aphelion: so much Lost, so much Gained
06/18/14 - Hum [ Ra:29 Cl:30 Tg:29 ] Aphelion: so much Lost..
06/20/14 - Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion: so much Lost..
09/01/16 - Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion hides nary a sin. Kindred. Lost.
 

== Character History: ==
===Part I===
It is not the endless repetition of my tutors that was the musical score of my childhood – it was the cadence of marching feet and the calling of drills that echoed through the courtyard of the manor. Father took his duties as a captain of the Kayrron Guard seriously and the men at arms of our household were put through their paces no less rigorously than those of the city. As soon as I could hold a stick, I would mimic them from the balcony of my chamber, which had a bird’s eye view of their movements – far more interesting than practicing embroidery or canning preserves. Father indulged me, so long as my instructors gave me good marks, once bragging to a friend that I was a more apt student than most of his two-year cadets. 

After his service to the guard was up, Father could have become a condottieri, but instead, decided to continue his service to Kayrron, as an ambassador. Cookery and the laying in of herbs were replaced with geography and language. We left behind the safety of our manor and moved in different circles: glittering courts with bright flowers and stalking creatures, intrigues and shadow dealings. I learned to wear the plumage and blend in with the other doves, despite a hawk’s heart, all while using my eyes to see and my ears to hear that which would assist my father in his negotiations. Hated lessons in dance mingled with memorizing the lineage of the Great Houses and the proper placement of forks -- and daggers. Whispers followed, of course – the false pity for a girl with a mother lost in childbirth, dragged about by a father more accustomed to the field of honor than the field of politics. I learned to ignore it; those lessons would prove handy. 

Years passed; my world was my father and my governess, Shuvalriel, and our travels. I saw the gleaming spires of Cillidellia, travelled the ancient roads of the North, picked mushrooms in caves beneath dwarven cities, listened silently and veiled in vast deserts, knelt in prayer beneath a night sky, and learned of the One I would accept as my deity. Shuvalriel was pleased when I pledged to Onieros, dark Father of Dreams to the Drow elves. Her schooling in her native tongue had been peppered with ritual songs and tales of adventure. 

I noticed first; the paleness to his features. The way that Father’s breath would sometimes catch unexpectedly during moments of exertion. His pace had slowed; it was to be expected, given the weight that soldiering buries deep in the bones. In his advanced years, old wounds pained him more, but this was something else, something more pernicious. None of the remedies in any of the lands we had travelled gave him comfort. I hired sages and priests to no avail; none could cure him, only ease the pain somewhat. 

We returned to the manor in Kayrron for the first time in a decade and I sought out the oldest shelves of the library, seeking some mention of anything that could stave off this malady. There, I found a whisper of it: the blood of the Kindred was rumored to be a cure for any ailment. While Kindred were not uncommon in Kayrron, a recent edict by the Prince had sent them all into hiding, upon threat of meeting the sun – it appears his Highness had not appreciated the attentions of his favorite paramour being distracted by their presence. I would have to seek them elsewhere. 

This is my quest; to find the cure. 
 
----
 
===Part II===
'''Excerpt from the Court Record, Kayrron Archivist''' 
Appended to Familia Seremela Annotation, Winter Moon, 23rd Year of the Reign of Arcon the Just 
Word has been received from the Frontier Lands that the last living scion of House Seremela has passed. As Ambassador Seremela left no other heir, his estates and holdings will be held in trust by the Crown until an acknowledged member of the lineage may be found. 
 
'''Personal Notes, Kayrron Archivist''' 
'While it cannot enter the Records of the Court, the attached is documented for historical purposes. - A.' 
 
''"Honored Lady Albertha -'' 
''I must first start this missive with my thanks for all that you have done for my House, my revered Father, and myself. Your tireless research was invaluable, even though my own search was fruitless. The cure was found, but its cost was that which I hoped most to guard. It is, in truth, the sanguis mortis that might have saved my Father; a cure which he has long refused, when first we entertained that possibility. It is a bittersweet agony that within my breast, I now hold both cure and damnation. In its pursuit, a moment's civility became my undoing. I am mortal no more; a Kindred's thirst wracks me and the Queen of Night and Shadow commands my loyalty as my Maker, not the Head of my House or my Crown. I fear that this news will be the death of my Father. Better that he should think me lost on my journey, than this. I praythee, seal this record until after his death. By the laws of my beloved Kayrron, I cannot inherit. I have found some hint of remnants of an ancient line of House Seremela here in the Outlands, but both are broken women who have renounced all of who they are, or are in a state of unknowing. Let it pass to the matrilineal line, if an Heir can be found.'' 
''With all my respect, '' 
''I remain eternally,'' 
''Aphelion Morwen Elizabeth Seremela"'' 
 
----
 
===Part III ===
 
It appears that I am unique amongst the Queen's Chylder - the sole product of Her frenzy. All others were created with deliberation, or in moments of tenderness or passion. I think it likely the cause of Her distance: I am a badge of shame. My presence is a reminder of the depths to which She fell, violating my consent to the deepest extent possible. 
 
As clear as the sun, I recall Her standing some distance away, arms folded, watching me writhe and scream out my life upon the cold stone floor. 
"This is the part I hate," she murmured to her lover as I succumbed. No words of comfort, of guidance, but simply annoyance. 
Since that moment, I have not had a moment's kindness from Her; only duty. I am a true-born Seremela, a veteran of the Six League War, and my father's daughter - I will not grovel for Her attention. Never has our Bond been one of openness and communion; it is no welcoming archway, but a barred gate, through which I can see what might have been. Few of the Lost acknowledge my existence, although the Eldest knows that I am his to command. Little Eluch, hag-ridden and cursed, is only a shadow of the playful boy that teased and trusted in those early days. Mayhem, thankfully, is gone; at least I need not hear his tormenting mockery. The rest I give what is required by duty and courtesy and no more. I avoid Her temple, and instead prowl the Night in solitude, just as I mastered my Thirst in solitude, sweating blood, my jaw clenched against the inferno of need within. 
I have no use for most others, though from time to time, there are those who pique my interest. Bright motes of color amidst the shadow, drawing the eye and the attention for a moment, then fading away with their brief, butterfly lives. I prefer the stillness and the cold over the fire and fervor of humanity, with its tempting blood. I am not one of those who can live amongst them, savoring the torment of their nearness. I am proud to say that I have taken only those who face me in combat, who have a fighting chance. Never an innocent and never in the fervor of passion, but with the same regard and respect I gave those who stood against me upon the field of battle. 
I have found a place where I can rest unmolested, letting the siren call of Night flow over me without disturbing my torpor. The gravekeeper is paid well to keep away the curious, and if I become a bedtime story mothers tell their children to keep them fearful of and safe from that which the Moon reveals, well, so much the better. May Onieros grant them sweeter dreams than mine. 

== Trivia: ==
* Aphelion is the fifth vampire created by [[DarkClaw]]
 
== Player Provided Information: ==
 
== Personal Timeline: ==
01/06/14: Aphelion is created: '''[[A Solider Takes The Field]]''' 
01/08/14: '''[[Aphelion meets Venom]]''' again. 
01/20/14: Aphelion swears personal fealty to [[Venom]] for a year and a day: '''[[Aphelion is Squired]]''' 
01/21/14: Aphelion is attacked by [[Ort]] and harassed by [[Sagan]] when she responds with silence. Sagan says (in common), 'Aphelion's not talking much, her mouth is probably full. :('. As an unaligned, the Rule of Three is not honored, having not been requested in advance. 
01/25/14: Aphelion is slain by [[Ort]]. Determined to put this shame behind her, she gains nine ascensions in the next 36 hours. 
01/28/14: Aphelion is slain by [[Zephyr]]. 
01/30/14: Upon hearing of Aphelion's failures in combat, '''[[Venom Gives a Scolding]]'''. 
02/03/14: Against her will, Aphelion is Turned by [[DarkClaw]] when she makes the mistake of offering the out-of-control vampire a blood oath, after her term of service is abruptly ended by [[Venom|Mayhem]]: '''[[Aphelion's End]]''' 
02/05/14: Aphelion fights to learn: '''[[To Control Her Thirst]]''' 
'''[[02/08/14]]''': Aphelion wins the Olympic Rings Scavenger Hunt, with some assistance from [[Belsambar]] with the Black Ring. She spends time speaking with Eluch and training herself to control her Thirst. 
02/09/14: Aphelion enters the Olympic Haiku, but does not place: Battle lines are drawn / Pawns facing across a board / Who will win today? She meets Ghazkull for the first time. '''[[Kindred Meets Kindred]]''' 
'''[[02/12/2014|02/12/14]]''': Aphelion meets Arn. 
02/25/14: [[Tynian]] announces the final standings, and Aphelion takes fourth place in the overall. Her efforts help push Team Lost to the Bronze Medal, with 57% of their total score coming from Aphelion's contributions. 
06/20/14: At the request of [[Nicholai|The Eldest]], Aphelion seeks and obtains her final Ascension, witnessed by [[DarkClaw]] and [[Orpik]]. 
'''[[10-15-2014|10/15/14]]:''' Venom refers to [[Ghazkull]] as 'the traitor' and Aphelion seeks to learn why. 
'''[[11-17-2014|11/17/14]]:''' Aphelion realizes there is something awry with [[Eluch]] and gains counsel on Venom's claim of continued fealty. 
12/20/14: Aphelion attends [[The Kindred Masquerade Ball]]. 
07/15/15: Aphelion is attacked thrice by [[Ghazkull]] in an attempt to complete one of the requirements of Wyld for his Triat Mastery Quest. He is unsuccessful. 
07/17/15: The Triat Initiate provides an explanation for his attacks, and acquiesces to Aphelion's required act of contrition: '''[[Ghazkull's Contrition]]''' 
'''[[09-07-2016|09/01/16]]:''' Aphelion discusses Hunger with the '''[[Nicholai|Eldest]]'''. 

== Player Information: ==

Aphelion

2016-09-01T22:30:17Z

Aphelion: /* Personal Timeline: */

{{Info pc
|name = Aphelion Morwen Elizabeth Seremela
|incarnation = VI
|styled_as =
|imm_rank =
|created = January 6, 2014
|status = Semi-Active
|retire_date =
|race = {{Race|Human}} ([[Kindred (Vampires)|Kindred]])
|hometown = [[Riverhold]]
|classes = {{Class|Cleric}} {{Class|Ranger}} {{Class|Thug}}
|last_seen =
|followed = [[DarkClaw]]
|spouse =
|partner =
|parents =
|children =
|relatives = Briefly squired to [[Venom]]
|areas_written =
|immorted_on =
|following =
|portfolio =
}}
[[File:Aphelion Seremela.jpg|350px|thumb|left]]
[[Category:Kindred/Vampire]]
== Mud Contributions: ==
Aphelion was an aggressive competitor in the 2014 TFC Olympics, and took 4th place in the overall individual standings. Her efforts scored 57% of [[The Lost Ones|Team Lost]]'s 3rd place finish in the overall competition. 
 

== Current Description (Feb 11, 2015) ==
A calm, closed expression casts an icy shadow over the unusually lovely
features of this soldier. Her movements hold more leonine strength than
a gazelle's grace. Lush garnet lips are barely parted by the protrusion
of sharp fangs, silvery eyes darkened to steel gray with Hunger unsated.
Her long, crimson-streaked black hair is bound in a single braid to keep
it out of her face in combat or when she Feeds.

===Dressing for the Kindred Masquerade: Dec 20, 2014===
Bright silver eyes gaze back at you from behind the mysterious barrier of a
black raven mask of suede and feathers. The beak of the mask is open, as if
in a scream of victory as she gathers the spirits of the slain. The pungent
scent of death and misery clings to the form of the entity before you and a
ghostly mist trails behind her, as if for this one night, she has become an
Incarna of the Morrigan - the Carrion Crow - in truth and not masquerade.

Aphelion has a special twinkle in her eye.
Aphelion is in perfect health.

Aphelion is using:
<used as light> (Powerful magic) (Glowing) the Rod of Magic
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Transient Glow) A Memento of Hope Lost
<worn on finger> (Moderate magic) (Glowing) (Humming) a ring of violet diamonds
<worn around neck> (Token magic) a single glossy black feather
<worn around neck> a high collar of black suede and sable feathers
<worn on body> a form-fitting gown of black velvet with a feathered bodice
<worn on head> a beaked raven mask of black leather and sable feathers
<worn on legs> (Red Aura) sheer black silk stockings
<worn on arms> long, wing-like sleeves of sable feathers
<worn about body> (Moderate magic) a feather cloak
<worn around wrist> a set of bangles
<worn around wrist> a set of bangles
<wielded> a raven's claw
<wielded off-hand> a raven's claw
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra
<worn with pride> a scarlet ribbon bearing a medallion of nickel
<worn with pride> a badge, a pin, 4 ribbons

===(02/05/14): ===
Her struggle to control a new and unbearable Thirst is written all over the
unusually lovely features of this soldier. Her lush crimson lips are parted
by the protrusion of sharp fangs, her silvery eyes darkened to an icy steel
gray. Her long, crimson-streaked black hair is bound back to keep it out of
her face and from becoming stained when she relents and slakes her Hunger.
Drawing on her military training and deeply ingrained self-discipline, she
focuses on the impossible task ahead: to turn this unwelcome Rebirth into
a useful tool or weapon, instead of the curse that has ended her bloodline
and stripped her of all that she held dear. Her hands shift restlessly at
her sides, callouses visible on her palms from her weapon haft. Impeccable
armor, carefully maintained, wards her tall frame, but here and there, the
removal of insignia has left small scars upon its surface, another sign of
what has been Lost.
 
===01/06/2014===
With eyes like the halo of frost around a silvery full moon, the woman
before you has an icy calm and reserve that is almost unsettling. Her
demeanor is that of one born to privilege - and you can almost hear an
father's regretful, almost mournful tone: 'If only she had been born a
man!' Her piercing gaze sees through facades and self-illusion as she
might through cold morning dew, through challenges and deceptions like
the movement of pieces upon an inlaid chess board and through flattery
and seduction like the scant veil of an oathbreaking nun. Her hair is
arranged into a noblewoman's coronet, an intricate arrangement of ebon
strands, twin streaks of scarlet from her temples drawing your eye. To
underestimate her as simply a woman of means, however, would be error:
Her posture has the composed strength of one as capable in the courts,
be it Cillidellia or D'Or D'Terraithe, as on the blood-soaked field of
honor or glory.

== WHO Lists: ==
01/07/14 - Hum [ Cl: 8 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/13/14 - Hum [ Ra: 9 Cl: 9 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/17/14 - Hum [ Tg: 9 Cl: 9 Ra: 9 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/20/14 - Hum [ Cl:12 Tg:12 Ra:12 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
01/25/14 - Hum [ Cl:17 Ra:15 Tg:15 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
01/27/14 - Hum [ Ra:17 Cl:18 Tg:15 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
02/03/14 - Hum [ Cl:22 Tg:18 Ra:18 ] Aphelion has Lost her family name.
03/02/14 - Hum [ Tg:25 Ra:25 Cl:25 ] Aphelion has lost more than her family name
04/29/14 - Hum [ Ra:28 Cl:29 Tg:28 ] Aphelion: so much Lost, so much Gained
06/18/14 - Hum [ Ra:29 Cl:30 Tg:29 ] Aphelion: so much Lost..
06/20/14 - Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion: so much Lost..
09/01/16 - Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion hides nary a sin. Kindred. Lost.
 

== Character History: ==
===Part I===
It is not the endless repetition of my tutors that was the musical score of my childhood – it was the cadence of marching feet and the calling of drills that echoed through the courtyard of the manor. Father took his duties as a captain of the Kayrron Guard seriously and the men at arms of our household were put through their paces no less rigorously than those of the city. As soon as I could hold a stick, I would mimic them from the balcony of my chamber, which had a bird’s eye view of their movements – far more interesting than practicing embroidery or canning preserves. Father indulged me, so long as my instructors gave me good marks, once bragging to a friend that I was a more apt student than most of his two-year cadets. 

After his service to the guard was up, Father could have become a condottieri, but instead, decided to continue his service to Kayrron, as an ambassador. Cookery and the laying in of herbs were replaced with geography and language. We left behind the safety of our manor and moved in different circles: glittering courts with bright flowers and stalking creatures, intrigues and shadow dealings. I learned to wear the plumage and blend in with the other doves, despite a hawk’s heart, all while using my eyes to see and my ears to hear that which would assist my father in his negotiations. Hated lessons in dance mingled with memorizing the lineage of the Great Houses and the proper placement of forks -- and daggers. Whispers followed, of course – the false pity for a girl with a mother lost in childbirth, dragged about by a father more accustomed to the field of honor than the field of politics. I learned to ignore it; those lessons would prove handy. 

Years passed; my world was my father and my governess, Shuvalriel, and our travels. I saw the gleaming spires of Cillidellia, travelled the ancient roads of the North, picked mushrooms in caves beneath dwarven cities, listened silently and veiled in vast deserts, knelt in prayer beneath a night sky, and learned of the One I would accept as my deity. Shuvalriel was pleased when I pledged to Onieros, dark Father of Dreams to the Drow elves. Her schooling in her native tongue had been peppered with ritual songs and tales of adventure. 

I noticed first; the paleness to his features. The way that Father’s breath would sometimes catch unexpectedly during moments of exertion. His pace had slowed; it was to be expected, given the weight that soldiering buries deep in the bones. In his advanced years, old wounds pained him more, but this was something else, something more pernicious. None of the remedies in any of the lands we had travelled gave him comfort. I hired sages and priests to no avail; none could cure him, only ease the pain somewhat. 

We returned to the manor in Kayrron for the first time in a decade and I sought out the oldest shelves of the library, seeking some mention of anything that could stave off this malady. There, I found a whisper of it: the blood of the Kindred was rumored to be a cure for any ailment. While Kindred were not uncommon in Kayrron, a recent edict by the Prince had sent them all into hiding, upon threat of meeting the sun – it appears his Highness had not appreciated the attentions of his favorite paramour being distracted by their presence. I would have to seek them elsewhere. 

This is my quest; to find the cure. 
 
----
 
===Part II===
'''Excerpt from the Court Record, Kayrron Archivist''' 
Appended to Familia Seremela Annotation, Winter Moon, 23rd Year of the Reign of Arcon the Just 
Word has been received from the Frontier Lands that the last living scion of House Seremela has passed. As Ambassador Seremela left no other heir, his estates and holdings will be held in trust by the Crown until an acknowledged member of the lineage may be found. 
 
'''Personal Notes, Kayrron Archivist''' 
'While it cannot enter the Records of the Court, the attached is documented for historical purposes. - A.' 
 
''"Honored Lady Albertha -'' 
''I must first start this missive with my thanks for all that you have done for my House, my revered Father, and myself. Your tireless research was invaluable, even though my own search was fruitless. The cure was found, but its cost was that which I hoped most to guard. It is, in truth, the sanguis mortis that might have saved my Father; a cure which he has long refused, when first we entertained that possibility. It is a bittersweet agony that within my breast, I now hold both cure and damnation. In its pursuit, a moment's civility became my undoing. I am mortal no more; a Kindred's thirst wracks me and the Queen of Night and Shadow commands my loyalty as my Maker, not the Head of my House or my Crown. I fear that this news will be the death of my Father. Better that he should think me lost on my journey, than this. I praythee, seal this record until after his death. By the laws of my beloved Kayrron, I cannot inherit. I have found some hint of remnants of an ancient line of House Seremela here in the Outlands, but both are broken women who have renounced all of who they are, or are in a state of unknowing. Let it pass to the matrilineal line, if an Heir can be found.'' 
''With all my respect, '' 
''I remain eternally,'' 
''Aphelion Morwen Elizabeth Seremela"'' 
 
----
 
===Part III ===
 
It appears that I am unique amongst the Queen's Chylder - the sole product of Her frenzy. All others were created with deliberation, or in moments of tenderness or passion. I think it likely the cause of Her distance: I am a badge of shame. My presence is a reminder of the depths to which She fell, violating my consent to the deepest extent possible. 
 
As clear as the sun, I recall Her standing some distance away, arms folded, watching me writhe and scream out my life upon the cold stone floor. 
"This is the part I hate," she murmured to her lover as I succumbed. No words of comfort, of guidance, but simply annoyance. 
Since that moment, I have not had a moment's kindness from Her; only duty. I am a true-born Seremela, a veteran of the Six League War, and my father's daughter - I will not grovel for Her attention. Never has our Bond been one of openness and communion; it is no welcoming archway, but a barred gate, through which I can see what might have been. Few of the Lost acknowledge my existence, although the Eldest knows that I am his to command. Little Eluch, hag-ridden and cursed, is only a shadow of the playful boy that teased and trusted in those early days. Mayhem, thankfully, is gone; at least I need not hear his tormenting mockery. The rest I give what is required by duty and courtesy and no more. I avoid Her temple, and instead prowl the Night in solitude, just as I mastered my Thirst in solitude, sweating blood, my jaw clenched against the inferno of need within. 
I have no use for most others, though from time to time, there are those who pique my interest. Bright motes of color amidst the shadow, drawing the eye and the attention for a moment, then fading away with their brief, butterfly lives. I prefer the stillness and the cold over the fire and fervor of humanity, with its tempting blood. I am not one of those who can live amongst them, savoring the torment of their nearness. I am proud to say that I have taken only those who face me in combat, who have a fighting chance. Never an innocent and never in the fervor of passion, but with the same regard and respect I gave those who stood against me upon the field of battle. 
I have found a place where I can rest unmolested, letting the siren call of Night flow over me without disturbing my torpor. The gravekeeper is paid well to keep away the curious, and if I become a bedtime story mothers tell their children to keep them fearful of and safe from that which the Moon reveals, well, so much the better. May Onieros grant them sweeter dreams than mine. 

== Trivia: ==
* Aphelion is the fifth vampire created by [[DarkClaw]]
 
== Player Provided Information: ==
 
== Personal Timeline: ==
01/06/14: Aphelion is created: '''[[A Solider Takes The Field]]''' 
01/08/14: '''[[Aphelion meets Venom]]''' again. 
01/20/14: Aphelion swears personal fealty to [[Venom]] for a year and a day: '''[[Aphelion is Squired]]''' 
01/21/14: Aphelion is attacked by [[Ort]] and harassed by [[Sagan]] when she responds with silence. Sagan says (in common), 'Aphelion's not talking much, her mouth is probably full. :('. As an unaligned, the Rule of Three is not honored, having not been requested in advance. 
01/25/14: Aphelion is slain by [[Ort]]. Determined to put this shame behind her, she gains nine ascensions in the next 36 hours. 
01/28/14: Aphelion is slain by [[Zephyr]]. 
01/30/14: Upon hearing of Aphelion's failures in combat, '''[[Venom Gives a Scolding]]'''. 
02/03/14: Against her will, Aphelion is Turned by [[DarkClaw]] when she makes the mistake of offering the out-of-control vampire a blood oath, after her term of service is abruptly ended by [[Venom|Mayhem]]: '''[[Aphelion's End]]''' 
02/05/14: Aphelion fights to learn: '''[[To Control Her Thirst]]''' 
'''[[02/08/14]]''': Aphelion wins the Olympic Rings Scavenger Hunt, with some assistance from [[Belsambar]] with the Black Ring. She spends time speaking with Eluch and training herself to control her Thirst. 
02/09/14: Aphelion enters the Olympic Haiku, but does not place: Battle lines are drawn / Pawns facing across a board / Who will win today? She meets Ghazkull for the first time. '''[[Kindred Meets Kindred]]''' 
'''[[02/12/2014|02/12/14]]''': Aphelion meets Arn. 
02/25/14: [[Tynian]] announces the final standings, and Aphelion takes fourth place in the overall. Her efforts help push Team Lost to the Bronze Medal, with 57% of their total score coming from Aphelion's contributions. 
06/20/14: At the request of [[Nicholai|The Eldest]], Aphelion seeks and obtains her final Ascension, witnessed by [[DarkClaw]] and [[Orpik]]. 
'''[[10-15-2014|10/15/14]]:''' Venom refers to [[Ghazkull]] as 'the traitor' and Aphelion seeks to learn why. 
'''[[11-17-2014|11/17/14]]:''' Aphelion realizes there is something awry with [[Eluch]] and gains counsel on Venom's claim of continued fealty. 
07/15/15: Aphelion is attacked thrice by [[Ghazkull]] in an attempt to complete one of the requirements of Wyld for his Triat Mastery Quest. He is unsuccessful. 
07/17/15: The Triat Initiate provides an explanation for his attacks, and acquiesces to Aphelion's required act of contrition: '''[[Ghazkull's Contrition]]''' 
'''[[09-07-2016|09/01/16]]:''' Aphelion discusses Hunger with the '''[[Nicholai|Eldest]]'''. 

== Player Information: ==

10-15-2014

2016-09-01T22:28:58Z

Aphelion: 10-15-2014

[[Category:Daily RP Logs]]
[[Category:Logs]]
[[Category:RP]]
[[Category:Kindred]]
==Why a Traitor?==
Aphelion ftells, '*bow* hello Eldest'. 
 
Nicholai ftells, 'Hey there'. 
Nicholai ftells, 'I'm organizing bags right now'. 
 
Aphelion tells Ghazkull (in common), '*bows, her expression guarded, yet curious* Greetings. May I ask a personal question?'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Aphelion (in elven), '*raises a curious eyebrow*, You may ask although forgive me if I choose not to answer'. 
 
Aphelion tells Ghazkull (in common), 'Venom refers to you as "the traitor" and encourages your death. I am curious as to why.'. 
 
The Lower Hall 
[Exits: north up] 
(Token magic) A magical spring flows from the ground here. 
(Dark Cyan Aura) Ghazkull is here. 
Mish Leigh Salvandor will use her contacts to help you... for a price. 
 
Ghazkull tells Aphelion (in elven), '*smirking slightly* Venom considers me a traitor to both the Lost and the Kindred'. 
 
Aphelion looks you over, perhaps for some sign of infamy. 
 
Ghazkull tells Aphelion (in elven), 'He wanted to be Turned, I did not'. 
 
Aphelion murmurs , "Not all of us do." 
 
Ghazkull tells Aphelion (in elven), 'while I have accepted what I am, I did not ask for the change, so I do my best not to embrace it as much as he'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Aphelion (in elven), 'and for that he considers me a traitor to the Kindred'. 
 
Aphelion nods thoughtfully in response. 
 
Ghazkull tells Aphelion (in elven), 'as for the Lost.. I am not an evil person, I never have been. I was with the Lost because of my Sister'. 
 
Aphelion raises one eyebrow. 
Aphelion says (in common), 'the Lady Herself?'. 
 
Ghazkull tells Aphelion (in elven), 'when Venom decided to turn Jamila, Samiyah's young sister into a Kindred, I took extreme offense'. 
 
Ghazkull nods in recognition to Aphelion. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), 'No child should be turned. That is abomination.'. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'it is not a 'blood' kinship in that respect, more an informal agreement between the two of us'. 
 
Ghazkull nods in recognition to Aphelion. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'it was that action that finally told me I was in the wrong place. And so I asked my Sister for release'. 
 
Aphelion regards you a moment, then nods abruptly. "I will ignore his suggestion, then." 
 
Ghazkull smiles happily. 
 
Sparhawk arrives from above. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'I would appreciate that'. 
Ghazkull laughs. 
 
Sparhawk gets (Shimmering) an ivory crucifix on a chain of emerald prayer beads from bag made from horrifyingly hideous bug hide. 
Sparhawk stops using an aquadragon skin collar. 
Sparhawk wears (Shimmering) an ivory crucifix on a chain of emerald prayer beads around his neck. 
 
Sparhawk rests. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), 'I am a solider. I do as I am told.. mostly.'. 
Aphelion's smiles only slightly, so as not to allow her fangs to show. 
 
Ghazkull nods in recognition to Aphelion. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'if you were ordered to kill me then I wouldn't take offense. I got lucky the last time Venom attacked me'. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), 'I take guidance from him... but not orders. Only the Lady and the Eldest and the Ebrethil can command me and expect unquestioning obedience.'. 
 
Ghazkull chuckles, evidently amused. 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'I was Ebrithil once, for a while, before I left'. 
 
Aphelion says dryly, "I have seem both of venom's faces and neither are handsome ." 
 
Sparhawk nods. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'I think most of us have seen both of his faces at times, although I am led to believe one is contained'. 
 
Aphelion pauses then adds, "I mean that in the intangible, of course. He is ..beddable... I suppose... were I interested in such things." 
 
Sparhawk chuckles, evidently amused. 
 
Aphelion shrugs slightly. 
 
Sparhawk cracks his knuckles then sighs. 
Sparhawk says (in common), 'How have you been Aphelion? Its been quite some time sense I've last talked to you'. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), 'I .. well.. I felt a compulsion to sleep a long time. The Eldest woke me recently.'. 
 
Sparhawk nods. 
Sparhawk says (in common), 'I felt that need not too long ago, but I pressed on. I had things to finish'. 
 
Aphelion shrugs. 
Aphelion says (in common), 'I have nothing left'. 
 
Sparhawk looks at Aphelion. 
 
Aphelion frowns a little. "Save duty. There is always duty." 
Aphelion's gaze flickers between the two Kindred, the slightest hint of resentment visible , then quickly suppressed. 
 
Sparhawk sighs loudly. 
 
Sparhawk refits the wicked, spicked shield on his left arm. 
 
Aphelion raises one eyebrow. 
Aphelion says (in common), 'what's wrong ?'. 
 
Sparhawk says (in common), 'Plenty'. 
Sparhawk chuckles, evidently amused. 
 
Sparhawk says (in common), 'I just have questions for Nicholai'. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), '..and since when did you leave the lost?'. 
 
Sparhawk says (in common), 'I departed Lost for a while now. I don't remember exactly when '. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), 'forgive me for being unobservant but I -have- been Asleep for some time'. 
 
Sparhawk grins happily. 
Sparhawk says (in common), 'I had a falling out with Venom'. 
 
Sparhawk lowers his head and whispers, "Because of that falling out, I asked Lady DarkClaw for release. I am ashamed of my actions, for what I did was betrayal. But the pain hes caused..." 
Sparhawk shakes his head. 
 
Aphelion regards the youngling. 
Aphelion runs her tongue over her fangs in a contemplative gesture. 
 
Nicholai ftells, 'back'. 
 
Sparhawk says (in common), 'Do I regret it? Sometimes'. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), '..Venom could cause a saint to run through the streets shouting foulness... but one's actions are one's own'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, 'Eldest - Sparhawk is hoping to speak with you'. 
 
Sparhawk chuckles, evidently amused. 
 
Nicholai ftells, 'hoping?'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, 'apparently so'. 
 
Nicholai ftells, 'I wonder if that will escalate to dreaming, longing, pining...'. 
 
Aphelion absentmindedly toys with the new ring upon her finger. 
 
Sparhawk looks at Aphelion. 
Sparhawk whistles appreciatively. 
 
Sparhawk says (in common), 'Fancy'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, '*dryly* do you really want Sparhawk in all of his youthful exuberance pining for you?'. 
 
Aphelion catches herself fiddling with it and coughs. 
 
Sparhawk says (in common), 'Interesting ring'. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), 'a gift from the Eldest'. 
 
Sparhawk nods. 
 
Nicholai ftells, 'I find that my wants not not always match those of others pining for me'. 
 
Ghazkull looks at you. 
Ghazkull sits down and thinks deeply. 
 
Aphelion returns the elf's gaze levelly. 
 
Ghazkull whistles appreciatively. 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'that is a very nice weapon you have there'. 
 
Sparhawk looks at Aphelion. 
 
Sparhawk agrees with Ghazkull 100%. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), 'it is?'. 
 
Sparhawk says (in common), '(8-10 depending)'. 
Sparhawk says (in common), '(And with a good enchant thats a fantastic weapon)'. 
 
Ghazkull nods. 
Ghazkull says (in elven), '(I can't imagine it NOT having a good enchant on it)'. 
 
Sparhawk looks at you. 
Sparhawk says (in common), '(Nightwood mallets are like the alternate to that)'. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), 'the Eldest enchanted it'. 
 
Ghazkull nods. 
 
Sparhawk says (in common), '(Highest Mallet average I've seen is 8-11)'. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), '(my weapon isn't too great, but my activity wasn't high enough for me to keep any of the really good ones)'. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), '(this is 7-12)'. 
 
Sparhawk whistles appreciatively. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), '(so I keep this one for those times, mine is 6-10'. 
 
Sparhawk says (in common), '(Yeah but most mages use some form of piercer)'. 
 
Ghazkull nods. 
 
Someone gossips (in common), 'oh lovely, i get to see the typos on my wiz mark list too'. 
 
Sparhawk wields (Emitting light) The crushing force of the Nexus. 
 
You ponder the question. 
 
Aphelion shakes her head slightly, ridding herself of a thought. 
 
Nicholai gossips (in elven), 'I think you should only be allowed to portal to rooms with typos'. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), 'gentlemen.. it has been pleasant speaking with you.'. 
 
Sparhawk bows before her. 
Sparhawk says (in common), 'Be safe'. 
 
Ghazkull says (in elven), 'Be Safe, Aphelion'. 
 
Aphelion bows in a sharp, precise, military fashion. 
 
Fare thee well!

Aphelion

2016-09-01T22:19:52Z

Aphelion: /* Personal Timeline: */

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== Mud Contributions: ==
Aphelion was an aggressive competitor in the 2014 TFC Olympics, and took 4th place in the overall individual standings. Her efforts scored 57% of [[The Lost Ones|Team Lost]]'s 3rd place finish in the overall competition. 
 

== Current Description (Feb 11, 2015) ==
A calm, closed expression casts an icy shadow over the unusually lovely
features of this soldier. Her movements hold more leonine strength than
a gazelle's grace. Lush garnet lips are barely parted by the protrusion
of sharp fangs, silvery eyes darkened to steel gray with Hunger unsated.
Her long, crimson-streaked black hair is bound in a single braid to keep
it out of her face in combat or when she Feeds.

===Dressing for the Kindred Masquerade: Dec 20, 2014===
Bright silver eyes gaze back at you from behind the mysterious barrier of a
black raven mask of suede and feathers. The beak of the mask is open, as if
in a scream of victory as she gathers the spirits of the slain. The pungent
scent of death and misery clings to the form of the entity before you and a
ghostly mist trails behind her, as if for this one night, she has become an
Incarna of the Morrigan - the Carrion Crow - in truth and not masquerade.

Aphelion has a special twinkle in her eye.
Aphelion is in perfect health.

Aphelion is using:
<used as light> (Powerful magic) (Glowing) the Rod of Magic
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Transient Glow) A Memento of Hope Lost
<worn on finger> (Moderate magic) (Glowing) (Humming) a ring of violet diamonds
<worn around neck> (Token magic) a single glossy black feather
<worn around neck> a high collar of black suede and sable feathers
<worn on body> a form-fitting gown of black velvet with a feathered bodice
<worn on head> a beaked raven mask of black leather and sable feathers
<worn on legs> (Red Aura) sheer black silk stockings
<worn on arms> long, wing-like sleeves of sable feathers
<worn about body> (Moderate magic) a feather cloak
<worn around wrist> a set of bangles
<worn around wrist> a set of bangles
<wielded> a raven's claw
<wielded off-hand> a raven's claw
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra
<worn with pride> a scarlet ribbon bearing a medallion of nickel
<worn with pride> a badge, a pin, 4 ribbons

===(02/05/14): ===
Her struggle to control a new and unbearable Thirst is written all over the
unusually lovely features of this soldier. Her lush crimson lips are parted
by the protrusion of sharp fangs, her silvery eyes darkened to an icy steel
gray. Her long, crimson-streaked black hair is bound back to keep it out of
her face and from becoming stained when she relents and slakes her Hunger.
Drawing on her military training and deeply ingrained self-discipline, she
focuses on the impossible task ahead: to turn this unwelcome Rebirth into
a useful tool or weapon, instead of the curse that has ended her bloodline
and stripped her of all that she held dear. Her hands shift restlessly at
her sides, callouses visible on her palms from her weapon haft. Impeccable
armor, carefully maintained, wards her tall frame, but here and there, the
removal of insignia has left small scars upon its surface, another sign of
what has been Lost.
 
===01/06/2014===
With eyes like the halo of frost around a silvery full moon, the woman
before you has an icy calm and reserve that is almost unsettling. Her
demeanor is that of one born to privilege - and you can almost hear an
father's regretful, almost mournful tone: 'If only she had been born a
man!' Her piercing gaze sees through facades and self-illusion as she
might through cold morning dew, through challenges and deceptions like
the movement of pieces upon an inlaid chess board and through flattery
and seduction like the scant veil of an oathbreaking nun. Her hair is
arranged into a noblewoman's coronet, an intricate arrangement of ebon
strands, twin streaks of scarlet from her temples drawing your eye. To
underestimate her as simply a woman of means, however, would be error:
Her posture has the composed strength of one as capable in the courts,
be it Cillidellia or D'Or D'Terraithe, as on the blood-soaked field of
honor or glory.

== WHO Lists: ==
01/07/14 - Hum [ Cl: 8 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/13/14 - Hum [ Ra: 9 Cl: 9 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/17/14 - Hum [ Tg: 9 Cl: 9 Ra: 9 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/20/14 - Hum [ Cl:12 Tg:12 Ra:12 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
01/25/14 - Hum [ Cl:17 Ra:15 Tg:15 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
01/27/14 - Hum [ Ra:17 Cl:18 Tg:15 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
02/03/14 - Hum [ Cl:22 Tg:18 Ra:18 ] Aphelion has Lost her family name.
03/02/14 - Hum [ Tg:25 Ra:25 Cl:25 ] Aphelion has lost more than her family name
04/29/14 - Hum [ Ra:28 Cl:29 Tg:28 ] Aphelion: so much Lost, so much Gained
06/18/14 - Hum [ Ra:29 Cl:30 Tg:29 ] Aphelion: so much Lost..
06/20/14 - Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion: so much Lost..
09/01/16 - Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion hides nary a sin. Kindred. Lost.
 

== Character History: ==
===Part I===
It is not the endless repetition of my tutors that was the musical score of my childhood – it was the cadence of marching feet and the calling of drills that echoed through the courtyard of the manor. Father took his duties as a captain of the Kayrron Guard seriously and the men at arms of our household were put through their paces no less rigorously than those of the city. As soon as I could hold a stick, I would mimic them from the balcony of my chamber, which had a bird’s eye view of their movements – far more interesting than practicing embroidery or canning preserves. Father indulged me, so long as my instructors gave me good marks, once bragging to a friend that I was a more apt student than most of his two-year cadets. 

After his service to the guard was up, Father could have become a condottieri, but instead, decided to continue his service to Kayrron, as an ambassador. Cookery and the laying in of herbs were replaced with geography and language. We left behind the safety of our manor and moved in different circles: glittering courts with bright flowers and stalking creatures, intrigues and shadow dealings. I learned to wear the plumage and blend in with the other doves, despite a hawk’s heart, all while using my eyes to see and my ears to hear that which would assist my father in his negotiations. Hated lessons in dance mingled with memorizing the lineage of the Great Houses and the proper placement of forks -- and daggers. Whispers followed, of course – the false pity for a girl with a mother lost in childbirth, dragged about by a father more accustomed to the field of honor than the field of politics. I learned to ignore it; those lessons would prove handy. 

Years passed; my world was my father and my governess, Shuvalriel, and our travels. I saw the gleaming spires of Cillidellia, travelled the ancient roads of the North, picked mushrooms in caves beneath dwarven cities, listened silently and veiled in vast deserts, knelt in prayer beneath a night sky, and learned of the One I would accept as my deity. Shuvalriel was pleased when I pledged to Onieros, dark Father of Dreams to the Drow elves. Her schooling in her native tongue had been peppered with ritual songs and tales of adventure. 

I noticed first; the paleness to his features. The way that Father’s breath would sometimes catch unexpectedly during moments of exertion. His pace had slowed; it was to be expected, given the weight that soldiering buries deep in the bones. In his advanced years, old wounds pained him more, but this was something else, something more pernicious. None of the remedies in any of the lands we had travelled gave him comfort. I hired sages and priests to no avail; none could cure him, only ease the pain somewhat. 

We returned to the manor in Kayrron for the first time in a decade and I sought out the oldest shelves of the library, seeking some mention of anything that could stave off this malady. There, I found a whisper of it: the blood of the Kindred was rumored to be a cure for any ailment. While Kindred were not uncommon in Kayrron, a recent edict by the Prince had sent them all into hiding, upon threat of meeting the sun – it appears his Highness had not appreciated the attentions of his favorite paramour being distracted by their presence. I would have to seek them elsewhere. 

This is my quest; to find the cure. 
 
----
 
===Part II===
'''Excerpt from the Court Record, Kayrron Archivist''' 
Appended to Familia Seremela Annotation, Winter Moon, 23rd Year of the Reign of Arcon the Just 
Word has been received from the Frontier Lands that the last living scion of House Seremela has passed. As Ambassador Seremela left no other heir, his estates and holdings will be held in trust by the Crown until an acknowledged member of the lineage may be found. 
 
'''Personal Notes, Kayrron Archivist''' 
'While it cannot enter the Records of the Court, the attached is documented for historical purposes. - A.' 
 
''"Honored Lady Albertha -'' 
''I must first start this missive with my thanks for all that you have done for my House, my revered Father, and myself. Your tireless research was invaluable, even though my own search was fruitless. The cure was found, but its cost was that which I hoped most to guard. It is, in truth, the sanguis mortis that might have saved my Father; a cure which he has long refused, when first we entertained that possibility. It is a bittersweet agony that within my breast, I now hold both cure and damnation. In its pursuit, a moment's civility became my undoing. I am mortal no more; a Kindred's thirst wracks me and the Queen of Night and Shadow commands my loyalty as my Maker, not the Head of my House or my Crown. I fear that this news will be the death of my Father. Better that he should think me lost on my journey, than this. I praythee, seal this record until after his death. By the laws of my beloved Kayrron, I cannot inherit. I have found some hint of remnants of an ancient line of House Seremela here in the Outlands, but both are broken women who have renounced all of who they are, or are in a state of unknowing. Let it pass to the matrilineal line, if an Heir can be found.'' 
''With all my respect, '' 
''I remain eternally,'' 
''Aphelion Morwen Elizabeth Seremela"'' 
 
----
 
===Part III ===
 
It appears that I am unique amongst the Queen's Chylder - the sole product of Her frenzy. All others were created with deliberation, or in moments of tenderness or passion. I think it likely the cause of Her distance: I am a badge of shame. My presence is a reminder of the depths to which She fell, violating my consent to the deepest extent possible. 
 
As clear as the sun, I recall Her standing some distance away, arms folded, watching me writhe and scream out my life upon the cold stone floor. 
"This is the part I hate," she murmured to her lover as I succumbed. No words of comfort, of guidance, but simply annoyance. 
Since that moment, I have not had a moment's kindness from Her; only duty. I am a true-born Seremela, a veteran of the Six League War, and my father's daughter - I will not grovel for Her attention. Never has our Bond been one of openness and communion; it is no welcoming archway, but a barred gate, through which I can see what might have been. Few of the Lost acknowledge my existence, although the Eldest knows that I am his to command. Little Eluch, hag-ridden and cursed, is only a shadow of the playful boy that teased and trusted in those early days. Mayhem, thankfully, is gone; at least I need not hear his tormenting mockery. The rest I give what is required by duty and courtesy and no more. I avoid Her temple, and instead prowl the Night in solitude, just as I mastered my Thirst in solitude, sweating blood, my jaw clenched against the inferno of need within. 
I have no use for most others, though from time to time, there are those who pique my interest. Bright motes of color amidst the shadow, drawing the eye and the attention for a moment, then fading away with their brief, butterfly lives. I prefer the stillness and the cold over the fire and fervor of humanity, with its tempting blood. I am not one of those who can live amongst them, savoring the torment of their nearness. I am proud to say that I have taken only those who face me in combat, who have a fighting chance. Never an innocent and never in the fervor of passion, but with the same regard and respect I gave those who stood against me upon the field of battle. 
I have found a place where I can rest unmolested, letting the siren call of Night flow over me without disturbing my torpor. The gravekeeper is paid well to keep away the curious, and if I become a bedtime story mothers tell their children to keep them fearful of and safe from that which the Moon reveals, well, so much the better. May Onieros grant them sweeter dreams than mine. 

== Trivia: ==
* Aphelion is the fifth vampire created by [[DarkClaw]]
 
== Player Provided Information: ==
 
== Personal Timeline: ==
01/06/14: Aphelion is created: '''[[A Solider Takes The Field]]''' 
01/08/14: '''[[Aphelion meets Venom]]''' again. 
01/20/14: Aphelion swears personal fealty to [[Venom]] for a year and a day: '''[[Aphelion is Squired]]''' 
01/21/14: Aphelion is attacked by [[Ort]] and harassed by [[Sagan]] when she responds with silence. Sagan says (in common), 'Aphelion's not talking much, her mouth is probably full. :('. As an unaligned, the Rule of Three is not honored, having not been requested in advance. 
01/25/14: Aphelion is slain by [[Ort]]. Determined to put this shame behind her, she gains nine ascensions in the next 36 hours. 
01/28/14: Aphelion is slain by [[Zephyr]]. 
01/30/14: Upon hearing of Aphelion's failures in combat, '''[[Venom Gives a Scolding]]'''. 
02/03/14: Against her will, Aphelion is Turned by [[DarkClaw]] when she makes the mistake of offering the out-of-control vampire a blood oath, after her term of service is abruptly ended by [[Venom|Mayhem]]: '''[[Aphelion's End]]''' 
02/05/14: Aphelion fights to learn: '''[[To Control Her Thirst]]''' 
'''[[02/08/14]]''': Aphelion wins the Olympic Rings Scavenger Hunt, with some assistance from [[Belsambar]] with the Black Ring. She spends time speaking with Eluch and training herself to control her Thirst. 
02/09/14: Aphelion enters the Olympic Haiku, but does not place: Battle lines are drawn / Pawns facing across a board / Who will win today? She meets Ghazkull for the first time. '''[[Kindred Meets Kindred]]''' 
'''[[02/12/2014|02/12/14]]''': Aphelion meets Arn. 
02/25/14: [[Tynian]] announces the final standings, and Aphelion takes fourth place in the overall. Her efforts help push Team Lost to the Bronze Medal, with 57% of their total score coming from Aphelion's contributions. 
06/20/14: At the request of [[Nicholai|The Eldest]], Aphelion seeks and obtains her final Ascension, witnessed by [[DarkClaw]] and [[Orpik]]. 
'''[[11-17-2014|11/17/14]]:''' Aphelion realizes there is something awry with [[Eluch]] and gains counsel on Venom's claim of continued fealty.
07/15/15: Aphelion is attacked thrice by [[Ghazkull]] in an attempt to complete one of the requirements of Wyld for his Triat Mastery Quest. He is unsuccessful. 
07/17/15: The Triat Initiate provides an explanation for his attacks, and acquiesces to Aphelion's required act of contrition: '''[[Ghazkull's Contrition]]''' 
'''[[09-07-2016|09/01/16]]:''' Aphelion discusses Hunger with the '''[[Nicholai|Eldest]]'''. 

== Player Information: ==

11-17-2014

2016-09-01T22:19:36Z

Aphelion: /* Not Himself - Log by Aphelion */

[[Category:Logs]]
[[Category:RP]]
[[Category:Daily RP Logs]]

==Up to No Good – Log by Cordir==
 
<nowiki>###</nowiki> [Lexie yells (in common), 'ugh!'] 
 
Nicholai cants, 'I'm not helping much while she has me inverted'. 
 
The Sea-Lock 
[Exits: north] 
(Invis) (Hide) (Translucent) (Dark Purple Aura) (White Aura) Nicholai is here. 
 
Lexie cants, 'thank you!'. 
 
Nicholai sleeps. 
 
You cant, '...You aren't killing my Captain, are you?'. 
 
Ix'uq'tab the lookout yells (in sahuagin), 'Approaching the Sea Lock! Casting enchantments!'. 
 
Nicholai wakes and stands up. 
Nicholai cants, 'actually, no, she was killing us'. 
 
<nowiki>###</nowiki> [Somewhere, Lexie im unfettered] 
 
Nicholai cants, 'I am unfettered too'. 
 
You cant, 'that is far preferable'. 
 
The Starboard Ballast Room 
[Exits: west] 
Lexie is sleeping here. 
Manning the ballast chamber is Chac'u'yab's job. 
 
Lexie wakes and stands up. 
Lexie leaves west. 
 
<nowiki>###</nowiki> [Lexie says (in common), 'i cant tell when im healing or not'] 
<nowiki>###</nowiki> [Nicholai says (in elven), 'if she leaves the sub, who will be captain?'] 
 
Ix'uq'tab the lookout yells (in sahuagin), 'BEWARE! Mind that wreckage!'. 
 
Lexie yells (in common), 'im outta heals'. 
 
The Sea-Lock 
[Exits: north] 
Lexie is resting here. 
(Invis) (Dark Purple Aura) Nicholai is here. 
 
Lexie says (in common), 'oh'. 
 
You frown. What's bothering you? 
 
Lexie tickles Nicholai. 
Lexie laughs. 
 
Nicholai grins evilly. 
 
You say, 'what are you two up to?'. 
 
Nicholai stares at the sky. 
 
Lexie stares at the sky. 
 
Cordir taps Her foot, waiting for an answer. 
 
Nicholai says (in elven), 'we hear that owning your own sub is all the rage these days'. 
 
Lexie coughs. 
Lexie stands up. 
 
Nicholai says (in elven), 'oh, and I was deaf'. 
 
Lexie rests. 
Lexie points at Nicholai accusingly. 
 
Nicholai grumbles to Lexie. 
 
Lexie points proudly at itself. 
 
Nicholai says (in elven), 'it?'. 
Nicholai pokes Lexie in the ribs. 
 
Lexie giggles. 
Lexie hugs Nicholai. 
Lexie thinks she has a right to remain silent and a right to an attorney? 
 
You say, 'you would have me believe this was Nicholai's doing?'. 
 
Lexie hangs its head and sighs shamefully. 
Lexie says (in common), 'well'. 
Lexie says (in common), 'no...'. 
 
Captain Ak'ash'eck yells (in sahuagin), 'Ashore for Rowen Docks!'. 
 
Nicholai says (in elven), 'I was actually healing the captain, so....'. 
 
Lexie says (in common), 'oh i was deaf'. 
 
Lexie nods in recognition to Nicholai. 
 
Lexie says (in common), 'he was'. 
Lexie says (in common), 'he was in essence protecting her'. 
Lexie beams a smile at Nicholai. 
 
Nicholai says (in elven), 'my stabs were stabs of love'. 
 
Captain Ak'ash'eck yells (in sahuagin), 'Cast off moorings! The Te'nayu'ka is on its way!'. 
 
Lexie nods. 
Lexie nods. 
 
You ponder the question. 
You say, 'Quotable'. 
 
Lexie is feeling guilty. 
Lexie grins wickedly. 
 
Lexie says (in common), 'i think since capt is happy and all'. 
Lexie says (in common), 'we will be merry and on our way?'. 
 
Nicholai utters the words, 'survey'. 
Nicholai grumbles. 
 
Lexie hangs her head and sighs shamefully. 
 
Lexie begs Nicholai for forgiveness. 
 
Nicholai says (in elven), 'nowhere to portal to'. 
 
Lexie giggles. 
 
Nicholai sits down and thinks deeply. 
 
Lexie says (in common), 'tele!'. 
 
Nicholai nods. 
Nicholai disappears in a puff of smoke. 
Lexie disappears in a puff of smoke. 
 
Captain Ak'ash'eck yells (in sahuagin), 'Cast off moorings! The Te'nayu'ka is on its way!'. 
 
Lexie cants, 'same time next year, Nicholai?'. 
 
Nicholai cants, 'sounds good'. 
 
Lexie cants, ':)'. 
==Not Himself - Log by Aphelion==
DarkClaw has granted you the ability to see her when she is invis. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'Hello, Aphelion.'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, '*bows* Hello Lady'. 
 
Eluch ftells, 'hi :)'. 
 
Nicholai ftells, 'Hey there'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, '*slow smile* Hello Eluch'. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'Good to see you.'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, '*bow* Hello Eldest'. 
 
DarkClaw gossips, 'Good morning.'. 
 
Eluch smiles happily. 
 
Guild Hall 
[Exits: north east south west] 
This huge room is the meeting place for all known adventurers of the 
world. Due to special magics set upon the room, going north will allow 
you instant transport to your hometown, no matter what your race may 
be. The room is filled with many people, most of them wannabe 
adventurers, but scattered amongst the throng of people you spot more 
than a few living legends. It is rumored that even immortals visit 
this place upon occasion. 
 
Aphelion ftells, 'deftly done, Eluch'. 
Aphelion ftells, 'I did not see you arrive or depart'. 
 
Ransom arrives from the south. 
Ransom leaves north. 
 
The Riverhold Town Hall and School 
[Exits: north south] 
As it dashes by, this tiny little brown mouse lets out an adorable squeak. 
Singing under her breath, Elvalee prepares the next lesson. 
 
Aphelion ftells, 'I am in Riverhold, should I be needed.'. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), 'Hello Eluch'. 
 
Eluch grins evilly. 
Eluch says (in common), 'Hi!'. 
 
Aphelion unobtrusively teases herself by drawing in a breath, tasting his scent on the air. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), 'And how are you?'. 
 
Eluch says (in common), 'I'm ok, I just achieved a level not long ago..'. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), 'Congratulations on the level, Eluch'. 
 
Eluch says (in common), 'thanks!'. 
 
Someone glares around fiercely, as if disoriented. 
 
Aphelion blinks. 
(She casts TS) 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'Aphelion, where did I find who?'. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'Or what?'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, 'Lady, would you check on Eluch?'. 
 
Eluch scowls, beathing very heavily. 
 
Aphelion ftells, 'I lost true sight a moment but I think he is not entirely himself'. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'He seems okay...'. 
DarkClaw ftells, 'Eluch, are you alright?'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, '*quietly but urgently* He is _not_'. 
 
Aphelion takes a step back, her hands empty of weapons and conciliatory. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, '*frowns, brow furrowing, and pops into where Eluch is*'. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), 'Who are you?'. 
 
Guild Hall 
[Exits: north east south west] 
This huge room is the meeting place for all known adventurers of the 
world. Due to special magics set upon the room, going north will allow 
you instant transport to your hometown, no matter what your race may 
be. The room is filled with many people, most of them wannabe 
adventurers, but scattered amongst the throng of people you spot more 
than a few living legends. It is rumored that even immortals visit 
this place upon occasion. 
 
 
Eluch arrives from the south. 
Eluch leaves north. 
 
Aphelion ftells, '*her eyes follow the young man's movements as he rushes past, but she remains still*'. 
 
Eluch arrives from the south. 
Eluch smiles happily. 
 
You nod in recognition to him. 
 
Aphelion's glance flicks over the young man, pausing briefly on his throat, then back out to the public square. 

==Checking on Eluch - Log by DarkClaw==
 
Lower South-Western Courtyard 
[Exits: north east south up] 
(Invis) (Dark Purple Aura) Eluch is here. 
 
You now follow Eluch. 
You follow Eluch. 
Upper Western Avenue 
[Exits: north south] 
(Invis) (Dark Purple Aura) Eluch is here. 
 
You say, 'Eluch?'. 
 
Eluch leaves east. 
You follow Eluch. 
Temple of the Lost 
[Exits: south west] 
A large eye hovers in mid-air here, emitting a soft, purple glow. 
(Invis) (Dark Purple Aura) Eluch is here. 
An elf maiden is dancing to the music. 
An elf maiden is dancing to the music. 
An elf maiden is dancing to the music. 
 
Eluch closes the door. 
Eluch shakes his head. 
 
Eluch leaves south. 
You follow Eluch. 
An Elemental Lair 
[Exits: north] 
(Invis) (Dark Purple Aura) Eluch is here. 
 
Eluch leaves north. 
You follow Eluch. 
Temple of the Lost 
[Exits: south west] 
A large eye hovers in mid-air here, emitting a soft, purple glow. 
(Invis) (Dark Purple Aura) Eluch is here. 
An elf maiden is dancing to the music. 
An elf maiden is dancing to the music. 
An elf maiden is dancing to the music. 
 
You say, 'ELUCH!'. 
 
Eluch screams loudly! 
 
Eluch leaves south. 
You follow Eluch. 
An Elemental Lair 
[Exits: north] 
(Invis) (Dark Purple Aura) Eluch is here. 
 
Eluch leaves north. 
You follow Eluch. 
Temple of the Lost 
[Exits: south west] 
A large eye hovers in mid-air here, emitting a soft, purple glow. 
(Invis) (Dark Purple Aura) Eluch is here. 
An elf maiden is dancing to the music. 
An elf maiden is dancing to the music. 
An elf maiden is dancing to the music. 
 
Eluch leaves south. 
You follow Eluch. 
An Elemental Lair 
[Exits: north] 
(Invis) (Dark Purple Aura) Eluch is here. 
 
Eluch sleeps. 
 
Aphelion ftells, 'I cannot follow his movement Lady, but I saw some Other in his face just now'. 
 
Eluch wakes and stands up. 
 
You ftell, '*blinks at Aphelion's words* Saw some Other?'. 
 
Eluch smiles happily. 
 
You frown at what he did. 
 
Eluch says (in common), 'hi!'. 
 
You say, 'Are you alright?'. 
 
Eluch says (in common), 'of course I am..'. 
Eluch says (in common), 'did you use magic to bring me here?'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, 'like the ghost that rode Venom. Another entity or persona.'. 
 
Eluch looks around, a bit confused. 
 
Eluch ftells, 'what are we talking about!?!? *smiles happily*'. 
 
DarkClaw frowns at Eluch's question. "No...you...walked here." 
 
Aphelion ftells, 'it was not ...'. 
 
Eluch raises an eyebrow. 
Eluch says (in common), 'hehe, I don't think so..'. 
Eluch says (in common), 'err..maybe I did..'. 
 
Eluch scratches his head. 
 
Aphelion ftells, 'Hello Eluch. How are you?'. 
 
Eluch says (in common), 'oh well!'. 
 
You say, 'I'm afraid you did. I followed you.'. 
 
Eluch ftells, 'good! tryin' to find out how I got to the temple.'. 
Eluch ftells, 'heheheh'. 
Eluch ftells, 'my memory has never been good I'm afraid!'. 
 
Eluch says (in common), 'oh..'. 
Eluch says (in common), 'well, I musta been tired..'. 
 
Eluch giggles, almost creepily considering the levity of what he doesn't know. 
 
You say, 'You're worrying me now.'. 
 
You say, 'Perhaps you should take some rest.'. 
 
Eluch says (in common), 'I...'. 
Eluch frowns. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'Oooooh'. 
 
Eluch says (in common), 'I'm sorry..'. 
Eluch frowns dejectedly. 
 
You say, 'There's no reason to be sorry.'. 
 
Eluch says (in common), 'I didn't mean to worry anyone...silly sleep walkin'!!'. 
 
You say, 'I just want to make sure nothing happens to you.'. 
 
Eluch says (in common), 'well, I've always heard that your own worst enemy is your self!!'. 
Eluch smiles happily, the irony dripping from his words unintentionally. 
 
Eluch says (in common), 'Well, thanks for making sure I didn't do anything silly while sleep walkin', hehe'. 
 
You sigh. 
You say, 'You can sleep in my coffin for a while if you wish.'. 
 
Eluch says (in common), 'ummm..ok!'. 
 
Eluch leaves north. 
You follow Eluch. 
Temple of the Lost 
[Exits: south west] 
A large eye hovers in mid-air here, emitting a soft, purple glow. 
(Dark Purple Aura) Eluch is here. 
An elf maiden is dancing to the music. 
An elf maiden is dancing to the music. 
An elf maiden is dancing to the music. 
 
Eluch sleeps. 
 
You ftell, '*softly* Aphelion...thank you for the heads up.'. 
You ftell, 'There is indeed something...off. *frowns* I've told him to rest for now...in my coffin.'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, '*nods to the Lady*'. 
 
Eluch wakes and stands up. 
 
Eluch stretches wildly. 
 
Eluch says (in common), 'gonna do a mobm.. :)'. 
 
You nod in recognition to him. 
Eluch tickles you - hee hee hee. 
 
DarkClaw studies you for a moment before you leave. 
 
You say, 'ACK!'. 
 
DarkClaw squirms. 
 
Eluch says (in common), 'muahahhahah!!'. 
Eluch smiles happily. 
 
You say, 'Stop that!'. 
 
Eluch bounces around. 
Eluch leaves west. 
 
==It's All In the Hips - Log Snippet by Aphelion==
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'Nich, please explain to the angry oaf, that your swing is way more powerful than his'. 
 
Nicholai gossips (in elven), 'I'd rather not get into a swing comparing contest'. 
 
Dimwit gossips (in common), 'its all in the hips'. 
 
Porthas gossips (in common), 'Lexie knows about using her hips'. 
 
DarkClaw gossips, '*snicker*'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), '....'. 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'What my hips do is between me and uh my hips'. 
 
Nicholai gossips (in elven), 'what is between you and your hips?'. 
 
Dimwit gossips (in common), 'dignity?'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'a belly button for one thing'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'Angriff keeps threatening bodily injury, my Precious'. 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'I think you could sleep him somewhere, mute him and such and I can quad scratch him to death'. 
 
==Oaths and Honor - Log Snippet by Aphelion==
 
 
Aphelion ftells, 'Lady..if I gave an oath to Venom and Mayhem released me from it..am I still, in honor, bound by it?'. 
 
Nicholai ftells, 'was your oath in this life or a previous?'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, 'it was before I was ..when I was alive'. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'Were you released before I embraced you?'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, 'No. After.'. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'But you gave your oath before?'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, 'Yes'. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'Then I would say you were released from it when your body died upon being embraced.'. 
DarkClaw ftells, 'Would you agree, Nich?'. 
 
Nicholai ftells, 'I'd say she is bound to the extent that she binds herself.'. 
Nicholai ftells, 'I prefer to be unshackled...most of the time'. 
Nicholai ftells, 'in other words, do as you wish'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, '*her brow raises at the Eldest's comment about shackles but she lets it slide past* I would not have it claimed that I dishonored a vow. If you both feel it invalid, then honor is satisfied.'. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'I think your honor is still intact.'. 
 
Nicholai ftells, 'probably more so than the one to whom you were bound'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, '*bows and murmurs* sometimes only by a thread, but still. It matters.'. 
Aphelion ftells, 'I must be going'. 
 
Eluch (unseen) ftells, '*wave*'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, 'be well, Lost'. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'Take care, Aphelion.'. 
 
Nicholai ftells, 'take care'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, '*glances..* Eluch.'. 
 
Fare thee well! 
==A Lost World - Log by DarkClaw==
 
7 players. 
Elf [ Mater ] Porthas Holy War Wizard *Wisdom* 
Hum [ Th: 4 Ma:10 ] Malkil exploring old and new. 
Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion: so much Lost.. 
Hel [ Ma:24 Wa:17 Th:15 ] Eluch'in for me? I'm Lost. 
Hum [ Wa:30 Th:30 Ma:30 ] Lexie, Venerable NashiTe Succubus of Dark Alchemy 
Hum [ Lesser Goddess ] DarkClaw k'Treva: Lost Ancient Chylde of Ybarra. *AOB* 
Elf [ Wa:30 Th:30 Ma:30 ] Nicholai- Lost Ancient Kindred Shadow 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'Ahem...attention'. 
 
You gossip, 'It's a Lost World! MUAHAHAHA!!!'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'Are you all taking care of my Precious Pet'. 
Lexie gossips (in common), ';)'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, '*arches one brow with a meaningful glance at her Maker*'. 
 
Aphelion gossips (in common), 'prepare to be nibbled upon Lexie'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'Porthas, did you see? the vampires have taken over'. 
 
Porthas gossips (in common), 'no i never noticed'. 
 
You gossip, 'Want to join the vampire club, Porthas?'. 
You gossip, 'V^^V'. 
 
Porthas gossips (in common), 'in about 20 minutes i will hehe'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'Do I need to start wearing my crucifix? And have some holy water, garlic, sunlight spheres now?'. 
 
You gossip, '*grin* Good.'. 
 
Porthas gossips (in common), 'be back in a few i hope lol'. 
 
You shout, 'ALL HAIL THE ANGRY ELF!!!'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'Oh please I can destroy him with my pinky finger'. 
Lexie gossips (in common), '*whispers* hey...Natilena? Toku? Can I have a spell up please?'. 
 
Lexie cants, 'I feel so alone :('. 
 
Nicholai cants, 'There is always the voices in your head'. 
 
Angriff ftells, 'i would laugh if lexie aggrod me'. 
 
Lexie cants, 'I see dead people'. 
 
Nicholai cants, 'I see dumb people. They walk around like everyone else, they don't know they are dumb'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'Dimwit, I would be worried about unwanted nibbles'. 
 
Dimwit gossips (in gnomish), 'those are the best ones'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'I've already doused myself in garlic and holy water'. 
 
Nicholai gossips (in elven), 'marinading?'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'doh...am i marinading myself or is it marinating'. 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'i dont speak foodspeak'. 
 
Nicholai gossips (in elven), 'I usually buy marinade and not that cheap marinate stuff'. 
 
Porthas gossips (in common), 'lol'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'well i don't cook so i dont know :P and i certainly don't intend to be anyone's pinot today'. 
 
Porthas gossips (in common), 'wow I am the only one on TS'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'i will go there so we can plot against the vampires'. 
 
You gossip, 'Er, probably. I'm on Skype with Lexie. :-P'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'oh go ahead and reveal my super secret plot my Pet! I was planning a secret infiltration of your ftell'. 
 
You gossip, 'I'm not revealing the plot. I don't kiss and tell. ;-)'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'hehehe'. 
 
Porthas tells you (in common), 'no you just do it so others can eavesdrop hehe'. 
Porthas tells you (in common), 'LOL'. 
 
==A Visit With Drakar - Log by DarkClaw==
 
Lexie tells you (in common), 'why'. 
 
You tell Lexie, 'Why what?'. 
 
Lexie tells you (in common), 'oh im being dsylexic'. 
 
You tell Lexie, '*laugh* Meant for Drakar?'. 
 
Lexie tells you (in common), 'that was meant for draka ahaha'. 
 
Drakar tells you, 'So, I suppose that my presence does not even warrant a hug these days?'. 
Drakar tells you, 'Tsk, tsk..'. 
 
The Chat Room 
[Exits: none] 
A small white fountain gushes forth here. 
(Invis 71) (Intense Dark Cyan Aura) Drakar is here. 
 
Drakar taps his foot with mock impatience. 
Drakar grins happily. 
 
DarkClaw sneaks up behind you and leans in, pressing her body against your back and nuzzlig your neck. 
 
Drakar says, 'Ahhh, that is more like it!'. 
 
You say, 'Forgive me, Tiger. I've been rather distracted lately.'. 
 
Drakar says, 'It would seem so!'. 
Drakar grins happily. 
 
Drakar pokes you in the ribs. 
 
DarkClaw feigns mock pain. "OOF!" 
 
Drakar says, 'Why don't you use a magic spell to eliminate the distractions?'. 
 
DarkClaw chuckles and runs her hands through your fur. "Unfortunately, the distractions were in another world where there is no magic." 
 
Drakar says, 'Hrm. A world with no magic? Sounds lame.'. 
 
You say, 'It's rather boring and dull indeed.'. 
Drakar says, 'It seems my old friend Golson is causing quite the stir..'. 
Drakar smirks. 
 
Drakar says, 'and I use "friend" very fluidly..'. 
 
You say, 'He's been being his usual self, just as he's always done.'. 
 
Drakar snickers softly. 
 
You say, 'Seriously...you and I both know what to expect from him.'. 
You say, 'Most people should by now.'. 
You chuckle. 
 
Drakar says, 'Although, Sparhawk should choose his words towards Lord Nash more carefully in the future..'. 
Drakar says, 'His blasphemy does not go unheard.'. 
 
You say, 'Sparhawk was even warned repeatedly'. 
You say, 'He chose not to listen.'. 
 
Drakar says, 'Young and stupid. He will have opportunities to learn.'. 
Drakar says, 'as a mortal I fell prey to the same tactic.'. 
 
You nod in recognition to him. 
You say, 'As did most of us.'. 
 
Drakar looks at you. 
 
You say, 'Cordir felt I should...look the part.'. 
 
DarkClaw spins about once for your viewing pleasure. "How do I look?" 
 
Drakar grins happily. 
Drakar says, 'Stunning, dear..as always..'. 
 
You grin evilly at him. 
You say, 'Thank you.'. 
You say, 'How're you faring?'. 
 
Drakar says, 'I am well. Very well.'. 
 
You say, 'You are missed around here, but you know that I'm sure.'. 
 
Drakar says, 'Maybe by a few, yes..'. 
Drakar says, 'But I would imagine most foolish mortals don't understand why I had to vanish for some time..'. 
You say, 'Probably right.'. 
You say, 'But then again most mortals don't understand half of what we immortals go through.'. 
 
Drakar smirks. 
Drakar says, 'Of course not, That is why they are our fodder.'. 
Drakar grins happily. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'oh thats a new one...'. 
 
You chuckle. 
You say, 'I am finding that pesky, nonmagical world rather annoying today.'. 
 
Drakar says, 'It tends to be like that often.'. 
 
You nod. 
You say, 'I apologize, Tiger, but I will have to visit with you later.'. 
 
Drakar nods in recognition to you. 
Drakar says, 'I understand.'. 
 
DarkClaw bites your ear playfully, and winks before leaving the roon. 
 
Drakar grins happily. 
Drakar waves happily. 
 
 
==Piracy aboard the Te'nayu'ka - Log by DarkClaw==
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'WHERE IS NICHOLAI'. 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'OMG IM GOING TO DIE'. 
 
Nicholai gossips (in elven), 'what?'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'the Captain no happy with me. she remembers!'. 
 
Nicholai gossips (in elven), 'oh, stay out of her room. she won't leave it'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'oh NOW YOU TELL ME'. 
 
Nicholai gossips (in elven), 'I didn't know you were back on'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'of course i'm back on my boat. I'm the Captain of this ship.. when she decides to go for a break...'. 
 
Nicholai gossips (in elven), 'there is an angry shaman fish on that boat that says otherwise'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'no one told me that before i went to visit her'. 
 
Lexie cants, 'is nich still here'. 
 
Golson cants, 'no'. 
 
Lexie cants, 'bah!'. 
Lexie cants, 'he left me alone with a hunting mob i dont want hunting me and me alone'. 
 
Golson gossips (in common), 'howd you end up with his mob>'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'well you seee'. 
Lexie gossips (in common), '*cough* I can't say, I value my life somewhat'. 
 
Golson gossips (in common), 'eh? why do you have his mob after you'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'oh fine...i wanted to be the Captain'. 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'no it's *our* mob. we shared the love'. 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'But the Lady doth scare me'. 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'so we stopped but i want to kill the mob with the captain and i suppose i cant just yet'. 
 
Golson cants, 'okay i guess'. 
 
Lexie cants, 'i see you don't care about the same things i do'. 
 
Golson cants, 'i gave up on trying to figure out what you are talking about'. 
 
Lexie cants, 'i would like to conduct a survey'. 
Lexie cants, 'how many level 50 have died to a magman'. 
 
Golson gossips (in common), 'what makes you think you will find others?'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), '.... I have a very very very good explanation. That particular magman is a lvl 100 arch mob'.

11-17-2014

2016-09-01T22:18:16Z

Aphelion:

[[Category:Logs]]
[[Category:RP]]
[[Category:Daily RP Logs]]

==Up to No Good – Log by Cordir==
 
<nowiki>###</nowiki> [Lexie yells (in common), 'ugh!'] 
 
Nicholai cants, 'I'm not helping much while she has me inverted'. 
 
The Sea-Lock 
[Exits: north] 
(Invis) (Hide) (Translucent) (Dark Purple Aura) (White Aura) Nicholai is here. 
 
Lexie cants, 'thank you!'. 
 
Nicholai sleeps. 
 
You cant, '...You aren't killing my Captain, are you?'. 
 
Ix'uq'tab the lookout yells (in sahuagin), 'Approaching the Sea Lock! Casting enchantments!'. 
 
Nicholai wakes and stands up. 
Nicholai cants, 'actually, no, she was killing us'. 
 
<nowiki>###</nowiki> [Somewhere, Lexie im unfettered] 
 
Nicholai cants, 'I am unfettered too'. 
 
You cant, 'that is far preferable'. 
 
The Starboard Ballast Room 
[Exits: west] 
Lexie is sleeping here. 
Manning the ballast chamber is Chac'u'yab's job. 
 
Lexie wakes and stands up. 
Lexie leaves west. 
 
<nowiki>###</nowiki> [Lexie says (in common), 'i cant tell when im healing or not'] 
<nowiki>###</nowiki> [Nicholai says (in elven), 'if she leaves the sub, who will be captain?'] 
 
Ix'uq'tab the lookout yells (in sahuagin), 'BEWARE! Mind that wreckage!'. 
 
Lexie yells (in common), 'im outta heals'. 
 
The Sea-Lock 
[Exits: north] 
Lexie is resting here. 
(Invis) (Dark Purple Aura) Nicholai is here. 
 
Lexie says (in common), 'oh'. 
 
You frown. What's bothering you? 
 
Lexie tickles Nicholai. 
Lexie laughs. 
 
Nicholai grins evilly. 
 
You say, 'what are you two up to?'. 
 
Nicholai stares at the sky. 
 
Lexie stares at the sky. 
 
Cordir taps Her foot, waiting for an answer. 
 
Nicholai says (in elven), 'we hear that owning your own sub is all the rage these days'. 
 
Lexie coughs. 
Lexie stands up. 
 
Nicholai says (in elven), 'oh, and I was deaf'. 
 
Lexie rests. 
Lexie points at Nicholai accusingly. 
 
Nicholai grumbles to Lexie. 
 
Lexie points proudly at itself. 
 
Nicholai says (in elven), 'it?'. 
Nicholai pokes Lexie in the ribs. 
 
Lexie giggles. 
Lexie hugs Nicholai. 
Lexie thinks she has a right to remain silent and a right to an attorney? 
 
You say, 'you would have me believe this was Nicholai's doing?'. 
 
Lexie hangs its head and sighs shamefully. 
Lexie says (in common), 'well'. 
Lexie says (in common), 'no...'. 
 
Captain Ak'ash'eck yells (in sahuagin), 'Ashore for Rowen Docks!'. 
 
Nicholai says (in elven), 'I was actually healing the captain, so....'. 
 
Lexie says (in common), 'oh i was deaf'. 
 
Lexie nods in recognition to Nicholai. 
 
Lexie says (in common), 'he was'. 
Lexie says (in common), 'he was in essence protecting her'. 
Lexie beams a smile at Nicholai. 
 
Nicholai says (in elven), 'my stabs were stabs of love'. 
 
Captain Ak'ash'eck yells (in sahuagin), 'Cast off moorings! The Te'nayu'ka is on its way!'. 
 
Lexie nods. 
Lexie nods. 
 
You ponder the question. 
You say, 'Quotable'. 
 
Lexie is feeling guilty. 
Lexie grins wickedly. 
 
Lexie says (in common), 'i think since capt is happy and all'. 
Lexie says (in common), 'we will be merry and on our way?'. 
 
Nicholai utters the words, 'survey'. 
Nicholai grumbles. 
 
Lexie hangs her head and sighs shamefully. 
 
Lexie begs Nicholai for forgiveness. 
 
Nicholai says (in elven), 'nowhere to portal to'. 
 
Lexie giggles. 
 
Nicholai sits down and thinks deeply. 
 
Lexie says (in common), 'tele!'. 
 
Nicholai nods. 
Nicholai disappears in a puff of smoke. 
Lexie disappears in a puff of smoke. 
 
Captain Ak'ash'eck yells (in sahuagin), 'Cast off moorings! The Te'nayu'ka is on its way!'. 
 
Lexie cants, 'same time next year, Nicholai?'. 
 
Nicholai cants, 'sounds good'. 
 
Lexie cants, ':)'. 
==Not Himself - Log by Aphelion==
 
DarkClaw has granted you the ability to see her when she is invis. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'Hello, Aphelion.'. 
 
You ftell, '*bows* Hello Lady'. 
 
Eluch ftells, 'hi :)'. 
 
Nicholai ftells, 'Hey there'. 
 
You ftell, '*slow smile* Hello Eluch'. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'Good to see you.'. 
 
You ftell, '*bow* Hello Eldest'. 
 
DarkClaw gossips, 'Good morning.'. 
 
Eluch smiles happily. 
 
Guild Hall 
[Exits: north east south west] 
This huge room is the meeting place for all known adventurers of the 
world. Due to special magics set upon the room, going north will allow 
you instant transport to your hometown, no matter what your race may 
be. The room is filled with many people, most of them wannabe 
adventurers, but scattered amongst the throng of people you spot more 
than a few living legends. It is rumored that even immortals visit 
this place upon occasion. 
 
You ftell, 'deftly done, Eluch'. 
You ftell, 'I did not see you arrive or depart'. 
 
Ransom arrives from the south. 
Ransom leaves north. 
 
The Riverhold Town Hall and School 
[Exits: north south] 
As it dashes by, this tiny little brown mouse lets out an adorable squeak. 
Singing under her breath, Elvalee prepares the next lesson. 
 
You ftell, 'I am in Riverhold, should I be needed.'. 
 
You say (in common), 'Hello Eluch'. 
 
Eluch grins evilly. 
Eluch says (in common), 'Hi!'. 
 
Aphelion unobtrusively teases herself by drawing in a breath, tasting your scent on the air. 
 
You say (in common), 'And how are you?'. 
 
Eluch says (in common), 'I'm ok, I just achieved a level not long ago..'. 
 
You say (in common), 'Congratulations on the level, Eluch'. 
 
Eluch says (in common), 'thanks!'. 
 
Someone glares around fiercely, as if disoriented. 
 
You blink. 
Your eyes tingle. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'Aphelion, where did I find who?'. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'Or what?'. 
 
You ftell, 'Lady, would you check on Eluch?'. 
 
Eluch scowls, beathing very heavily. 
 
You ftell, 'I lost true sight a moment but I think he is not entirely himself'. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'He seems okay...'. 
DarkClaw ftells, 'Eluch, are you alright?'. 
 
You ftell, '*quietly but urgently* He is _not_'. 
 
Aphelion takes a step back, her hands empty of weapons and conciliatory. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, '*frowns, brow furrowing, and pops into where Eluch is*'. 
 
You say (in common), 'Who are you?'. 
 
==Checking on Eluch - Log by DarkClaw==
 
Lower South-Western Courtyard 
[Exits: north east south up] 
(Invis) (Dark Purple Aura) Eluch is here. 
 
You now follow Eluch. 
You follow Eluch. 
Upper Western Avenue 
[Exits: north south] 
(Invis) (Dark Purple Aura) Eluch is here. 
 
You say, 'Eluch?'. 
 
Eluch leaves east. 
You follow Eluch. 
Temple of the Lost 
[Exits: south west] 
A large eye hovers in mid-air here, emitting a soft, purple glow. 
(Invis) (Dark Purple Aura) Eluch is here. 
An elf maiden is dancing to the music. 
An elf maiden is dancing to the music. 
An elf maiden is dancing to the music. 
 
Eluch closes the door. 
Eluch shakes his head. 
 
Eluch leaves south. 
You follow Eluch. 
An Elemental Lair 
[Exits: north] 
(Invis) (Dark Purple Aura) Eluch is here. 
 
Eluch leaves north. 
You follow Eluch. 
Temple of the Lost 
[Exits: south west] 
A large eye hovers in mid-air here, emitting a soft, purple glow. 
(Invis) (Dark Purple Aura) Eluch is here. 
An elf maiden is dancing to the music. 
An elf maiden is dancing to the music. 
An elf maiden is dancing to the music. 
 
You say, 'ELUCH!'. 
 
Eluch screams loudly! 
 
Eluch leaves south. 
You follow Eluch. 
An Elemental Lair 
[Exits: north] 
(Invis) (Dark Purple Aura) Eluch is here. 
 
Eluch leaves north. 
You follow Eluch. 
Temple of the Lost 
[Exits: south west] 
A large eye hovers in mid-air here, emitting a soft, purple glow. 
(Invis) (Dark Purple Aura) Eluch is here. 
An elf maiden is dancing to the music. 
An elf maiden is dancing to the music. 
An elf maiden is dancing to the music. 
 
Eluch leaves south. 
You follow Eluch. 
An Elemental Lair 
[Exits: north] 
(Invis) (Dark Purple Aura) Eluch is here. 
 
Eluch sleeps. 
 
Aphelion ftells, 'I cannot follow his movement Lady, but I saw some Other in his face just now'. 
 
Eluch wakes and stands up. 
 
You ftell, '*blinks at Aphelion's words* Saw some Other?'. 
 
Eluch smiles happily. 
 
You frown at what he did. 
 
Eluch says (in common), 'hi!'. 
 
You say, 'Are you alright?'. 
 
Eluch says (in common), 'of course I am..'. 
Eluch says (in common), 'did you use magic to bring me here?'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, 'like the ghost that rode Venom. Another entity or persona.'. 
 
Eluch looks around, a bit confused. 
 
Eluch ftells, 'what are we talking about!?!? *smiles happily*'. 
 
DarkClaw frowns at Eluch's question. "No...you...walked here." 
 
Aphelion ftells, 'it was not ...'. 
 
Eluch raises an eyebrow. 
Eluch says (in common), 'hehe, I don't think so..'. 
Eluch says (in common), 'err..maybe I did..'. 
 
Eluch scratches his head. 
 
Aphelion ftells, 'Hello Eluch. How are you?'. 
 
Eluch says (in common), 'oh well!'. 
 
You say, 'I'm afraid you did. I followed you.'. 
 
Eluch ftells, 'good! tryin' to find out how I got to the temple.'. 
Eluch ftells, 'heheheh'. 
Eluch ftells, 'my memory has never been good I'm afraid!'. 
 
Eluch says (in common), 'oh..'. 
Eluch says (in common), 'well, I musta been tired..'. 
 
Eluch giggles, almost creepily considering the levity of what he doesn't know. 
 
You say, 'You're worrying me now.'. 
 
You say, 'Perhaps you should take some rest.'. 
 
Eluch says (in common), 'I...'. 
Eluch frowns. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'Oooooh'. 
 
Eluch says (in common), 'I'm sorry..'. 
Eluch frowns dejectedly. 
 
You say, 'There's no reason to be sorry.'. 
 
Eluch says (in common), 'I didn't mean to worry anyone...silly sleep walkin'!!'. 
 
You say, 'I just want to make sure nothing happens to you.'. 
 
Eluch says (in common), 'well, I've always heard that your own worst enemy is your self!!'. 
Eluch smiles happily, the irony dripping from his words unintentionally. 
 
Eluch says (in common), 'Well, thanks for making sure I didn't do anything silly while sleep walkin', hehe'. 
 
You sigh. 
You say, 'You can sleep in my coffin for a while if you wish.'. 
 
Eluch says (in common), 'ummm..ok!'. 
 
Eluch leaves north. 
You follow Eluch. 
Temple of the Lost 
[Exits: south west] 
A large eye hovers in mid-air here, emitting a soft, purple glow. 
(Dark Purple Aura) Eluch is here. 
An elf maiden is dancing to the music. 
An elf maiden is dancing to the music. 
An elf maiden is dancing to the music. 
 
Eluch sleeps. 
 
You ftell, '*softly* Aphelion...thank you for the heads up.'. 
You ftell, 'There is indeed something...off. *frowns* I've told him to rest for now...in my coffin.'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, '*nods to the Lady*'. 
 
Eluch wakes and stands up. 
 
Eluch stretches wildly. 
 
Eluch says (in common), 'gonna do a mobm.. :)'. 
 
You nod in recognition to him. 
Eluch tickles you - hee hee hee. 
 
DarkClaw studies you for a moment before you leave. 
 
You say, 'ACK!'. 
 
DarkClaw squirms. 
 
Eluch says (in common), 'muahahhahah!!'. 
Eluch smiles happily. 
 
You say, 'Stop that!'. 
 
Eluch bounces around. 
Eluch leaves west. 
 
==It's All In the Hips - Log Snippet by Aphelion==
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'Nich, please explain to the angry oaf, that your swing is way more powerful than his'. 
 
Nicholai gossips (in elven), 'I'd rather not get into a swing comparing contest'. 
 
Dimwit gossips (in common), 'its all in the hips'. 
 
Porthas gossips (in common), 'Lexie knows about using her hips'. 
 
DarkClaw gossips, '*snicker*'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), '....'. 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'What my hips do is between me and uh my hips'. 
 
Nicholai gossips (in elven), 'what is between you and your hips?'. 
 
Dimwit gossips (in common), 'dignity?'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'a belly button for one thing'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'Angriff keeps threatening bodily injury, my Precious'. 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'I think you could sleep him somewhere, mute him and such and I can quad scratch him to death'. 
 
==Oaths and Honor - Log Snippet by Aphelion==
 
 
Aphelion ftells, 'Lady..if I gave an oath to Venom and Mayhem released me from it..am I still, in honor, bound by it?'. 
 
Nicholai ftells, 'was your oath in this life or a previous?'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, 'it was before I was ..when I was alive'. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'Were you released before I embraced you?'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, 'No. After.'. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'But you gave your oath before?'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, 'Yes'. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'Then I would say you were released from it when your body died upon being embraced.'. 
DarkClaw ftells, 'Would you agree, Nich?'. 
 
Nicholai ftells, 'I'd say she is bound to the extent that she binds herself.'. 
Nicholai ftells, 'I prefer to be unshackled...most of the time'. 
Nicholai ftells, 'in other words, do as you wish'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, '*her brow raises at the Eldest's comment about shackles but she lets it slide past* I would not have it claimed that I dishonored a vow. If you both feel it invalid, then honor is satisfied.'. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'I think your honor is still intact.'. 
 
Nicholai ftells, 'probably more so than the one to whom you were bound'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, '*bows and murmurs* sometimes only by a thread, but still. It matters.'. 
Aphelion ftells, 'I must be going'. 
 
Eluch (unseen) ftells, '*wave*'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, 'be well, Lost'. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'Take care, Aphelion.'. 
 
Nicholai ftells, 'take care'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, '*glances..* Eluch.'. 
 
Fare thee well! 
==A Lost World - Log by DarkClaw==
 
7 players. 
Elf [ Mater ] Porthas Holy War Wizard *Wisdom* 
Hum [ Th: 4 Ma:10 ] Malkil exploring old and new. 
Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion: so much Lost.. 
Hel [ Ma:24 Wa:17 Th:15 ] Eluch'in for me? I'm Lost. 
Hum [ Wa:30 Th:30 Ma:30 ] Lexie, Venerable NashiTe Succubus of Dark Alchemy 
Hum [ Lesser Goddess ] DarkClaw k'Treva: Lost Ancient Chylde of Ybarra. *AOB* 
Elf [ Wa:30 Th:30 Ma:30 ] Nicholai- Lost Ancient Kindred Shadow 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'Ahem...attention'. 
 
You gossip, 'It's a Lost World! MUAHAHAHA!!!'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'Are you all taking care of my Precious Pet'. 
Lexie gossips (in common), ';)'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, '*arches one brow with a meaningful glance at her Maker*'. 
 
Aphelion gossips (in common), 'prepare to be nibbled upon Lexie'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'Porthas, did you see? the vampires have taken over'. 
 
Porthas gossips (in common), 'no i never noticed'. 
 
You gossip, 'Want to join the vampire club, Porthas?'. 
You gossip, 'V^^V'. 
 
Porthas gossips (in common), 'in about 20 minutes i will hehe'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'Do I need to start wearing my crucifix? And have some holy water, garlic, sunlight spheres now?'. 
 
You gossip, '*grin* Good.'. 
 
Porthas gossips (in common), 'be back in a few i hope lol'. 
 
You shout, 'ALL HAIL THE ANGRY ELF!!!'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'Oh please I can destroy him with my pinky finger'. 
Lexie gossips (in common), '*whispers* hey...Natilena? Toku? Can I have a spell up please?'. 
 
Lexie cants, 'I feel so alone :('. 
 
Nicholai cants, 'There is always the voices in your head'. 
 
Angriff ftells, 'i would laugh if lexie aggrod me'. 
 
Lexie cants, 'I see dead people'. 
 
Nicholai cants, 'I see dumb people. They walk around like everyone else, they don't know they are dumb'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'Dimwit, I would be worried about unwanted nibbles'. 
 
Dimwit gossips (in gnomish), 'those are the best ones'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'I've already doused myself in garlic and holy water'. 
 
Nicholai gossips (in elven), 'marinading?'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'doh...am i marinading myself or is it marinating'. 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'i dont speak foodspeak'. 
 
Nicholai gossips (in elven), 'I usually buy marinade and not that cheap marinate stuff'. 
 
Porthas gossips (in common), 'lol'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'well i don't cook so i dont know :P and i certainly don't intend to be anyone's pinot today'. 
 
Porthas gossips (in common), 'wow I am the only one on TS'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'i will go there so we can plot against the vampires'. 
 
You gossip, 'Er, probably. I'm on Skype with Lexie. :-P'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'oh go ahead and reveal my super secret plot my Pet! I was planning a secret infiltration of your ftell'. 
 
You gossip, 'I'm not revealing the plot. I don't kiss and tell. ;-)'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'hehehe'. 
 
Porthas tells you (in common), 'no you just do it so others can eavesdrop hehe'. 
Porthas tells you (in common), 'LOL'. 
 
==A Visit With Drakar - Log by DarkClaw==
 
Lexie tells you (in common), 'why'. 
 
You tell Lexie, 'Why what?'. 
 
Lexie tells you (in common), 'oh im being dsylexic'. 
 
You tell Lexie, '*laugh* Meant for Drakar?'. 
 
Lexie tells you (in common), 'that was meant for draka ahaha'. 
 
Drakar tells you, 'So, I suppose that my presence does not even warrant a hug these days?'. 
Drakar tells you, 'Tsk, tsk..'. 
 
The Chat Room 
[Exits: none] 
A small white fountain gushes forth here. 
(Invis 71) (Intense Dark Cyan Aura) Drakar is here. 
 
Drakar taps his foot with mock impatience. 
Drakar grins happily. 
 
DarkClaw sneaks up behind you and leans in, pressing her body against your back and nuzzlig your neck. 
 
Drakar says, 'Ahhh, that is more like it!'. 
 
You say, 'Forgive me, Tiger. I've been rather distracted lately.'. 
 
Drakar says, 'It would seem so!'. 
Drakar grins happily. 
 
Drakar pokes you in the ribs. 
 
DarkClaw feigns mock pain. "OOF!" 
 
Drakar says, 'Why don't you use a magic spell to eliminate the distractions?'. 
 
DarkClaw chuckles and runs her hands through your fur. "Unfortunately, the distractions were in another world where there is no magic." 
 
Drakar says, 'Hrm. A world with no magic? Sounds lame.'. 
 
You say, 'It's rather boring and dull indeed.'. 
Drakar says, 'It seems my old friend Golson is causing quite the stir..'. 
Drakar smirks. 
 
Drakar says, 'and I use "friend" very fluidly..'. 
 
You say, 'He's been being his usual self, just as he's always done.'. 
 
Drakar snickers softly. 
 
You say, 'Seriously...you and I both know what to expect from him.'. 
You say, 'Most people should by now.'. 
You chuckle. 
 
Drakar says, 'Although, Sparhawk should choose his words towards Lord Nash more carefully in the future..'. 
Drakar says, 'His blasphemy does not go unheard.'. 
 
You say, 'Sparhawk was even warned repeatedly'. 
You say, 'He chose not to listen.'. 
 
Drakar says, 'Young and stupid. He will have opportunities to learn.'. 
Drakar says, 'as a mortal I fell prey to the same tactic.'. 
 
You nod in recognition to him. 
You say, 'As did most of us.'. 
 
Drakar looks at you. 
 
You say, 'Cordir felt I should...look the part.'. 
 
DarkClaw spins about once for your viewing pleasure. "How do I look?" 
 
Drakar grins happily. 
Drakar says, 'Stunning, dear..as always..'. 
 
You grin evilly at him. 
You say, 'Thank you.'. 
You say, 'How're you faring?'. 
 
Drakar says, 'I am well. Very well.'. 
 
You say, 'You are missed around here, but you know that I'm sure.'. 
 
Drakar says, 'Maybe by a few, yes..'. 
Drakar says, 'But I would imagine most foolish mortals don't understand why I had to vanish for some time..'. 
You say, 'Probably right.'. 
You say, 'But then again most mortals don't understand half of what we immortals go through.'. 
 
Drakar smirks. 
Drakar says, 'Of course not, That is why they are our fodder.'. 
Drakar grins happily. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'oh thats a new one...'. 
 
You chuckle. 
You say, 'I am finding that pesky, nonmagical world rather annoying today.'. 
 
Drakar says, 'It tends to be like that often.'. 
 
You nod. 
You say, 'I apologize, Tiger, but I will have to visit with you later.'. 
 
Drakar nods in recognition to you. 
Drakar says, 'I understand.'. 
 
DarkClaw bites your ear playfully, and winks before leaving the roon. 
 
Drakar grins happily. 
Drakar waves happily. 
 
 
==Piracy aboard the Te'nayu'ka - Log by DarkClaw==
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'WHERE IS NICHOLAI'. 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'OMG IM GOING TO DIE'. 
 
Nicholai gossips (in elven), 'what?'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'the Captain no happy with me. she remembers!'. 
 
Nicholai gossips (in elven), 'oh, stay out of her room. she won't leave it'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'oh NOW YOU TELL ME'. 
 
Nicholai gossips (in elven), 'I didn't know you were back on'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'of course i'm back on my boat. I'm the Captain of this ship.. when she decides to go for a break...'. 
 
Nicholai gossips (in elven), 'there is an angry shaman fish on that boat that says otherwise'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'no one told me that before i went to visit her'. 
 
Lexie cants, 'is nich still here'. 
 
Golson cants, 'no'. 
 
Lexie cants, 'bah!'. 
Lexie cants, 'he left me alone with a hunting mob i dont want hunting me and me alone'. 
 
Golson gossips (in common), 'howd you end up with his mob>'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'well you seee'. 
Lexie gossips (in common), '*cough* I can't say, I value my life somewhat'. 
 
Golson gossips (in common), 'eh? why do you have his mob after you'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'oh fine...i wanted to be the Captain'. 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'no it's *our* mob. we shared the love'. 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'But the Lady doth scare me'. 
Lexie gossips (in common), 'so we stopped but i want to kill the mob with the captain and i suppose i cant just yet'. 
 
Golson cants, 'okay i guess'. 
 
Lexie cants, 'i see you don't care about the same things i do'. 
 
Golson cants, 'i gave up on trying to figure out what you are talking about'. 
 
Lexie cants, 'i would like to conduct a survey'. 
Lexie cants, 'how many level 50 have died to a magman'. 
 
Golson gossips (in common), 'what makes you think you will find others?'. 
 
Lexie gossips (in common), '.... I have a very very very good explanation. That particular magman is a lvl 100 arch mob'.

Aphelion

2016-09-01T22:13:32Z

Aphelion: /* Personal Timeline: */

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[[File:Aphelion Seremela.jpg|350px|thumb|left]]
[[Category:Kindred/Vampire]]
== Mud Contributions: ==
Aphelion was an aggressive competitor in the 2014 TFC Olympics, and took 4th place in the overall individual standings. Her efforts scored 57% of [[The Lost Ones|Team Lost]]'s 3rd place finish in the overall competition. 
 

== Current Description (Feb 11, 2015) ==
A calm, closed expression casts an icy shadow over the unusually lovely
features of this soldier. Her movements hold more leonine strength than
a gazelle's grace. Lush garnet lips are barely parted by the protrusion
of sharp fangs, silvery eyes darkened to steel gray with Hunger unsated.
Her long, crimson-streaked black hair is bound in a single braid to keep
it out of her face in combat or when she Feeds.

===Dressing for the Kindred Masquerade: Dec 20, 2014===
Bright silver eyes gaze back at you from behind the mysterious barrier of a
black raven mask of suede and feathers. The beak of the mask is open, as if
in a scream of victory as she gathers the spirits of the slain. The pungent
scent of death and misery clings to the form of the entity before you and a
ghostly mist trails behind her, as if for this one night, she has become an
Incarna of the Morrigan - the Carrion Crow - in truth and not masquerade.

Aphelion has a special twinkle in her eye.
Aphelion is in perfect health.

Aphelion is using:
<used as light> (Powerful magic) (Glowing) the Rod of Magic
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Transient Glow) A Memento of Hope Lost
<worn on finger> (Moderate magic) (Glowing) (Humming) a ring of violet diamonds
<worn around neck> (Token magic) a single glossy black feather
<worn around neck> a high collar of black suede and sable feathers
<worn on body> a form-fitting gown of black velvet with a feathered bodice
<worn on head> a beaked raven mask of black leather and sable feathers
<worn on legs> (Red Aura) sheer black silk stockings
<worn on arms> long, wing-like sleeves of sable feathers
<worn about body> (Moderate magic) a feather cloak
<worn around wrist> a set of bangles
<worn around wrist> a set of bangles
<wielded> a raven's claw
<wielded off-hand> a raven's claw
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra
<worn with pride> a scarlet ribbon bearing a medallion of nickel
<worn with pride> a badge, a pin, 4 ribbons

===(02/05/14): ===
Her struggle to control a new and unbearable Thirst is written all over the
unusually lovely features of this soldier. Her lush crimson lips are parted
by the protrusion of sharp fangs, her silvery eyes darkened to an icy steel
gray. Her long, crimson-streaked black hair is bound back to keep it out of
her face and from becoming stained when she relents and slakes her Hunger.
Drawing on her military training and deeply ingrained self-discipline, she
focuses on the impossible task ahead: to turn this unwelcome Rebirth into
a useful tool or weapon, instead of the curse that has ended her bloodline
and stripped her of all that she held dear. Her hands shift restlessly at
her sides, callouses visible on her palms from her weapon haft. Impeccable
armor, carefully maintained, wards her tall frame, but here and there, the
removal of insignia has left small scars upon its surface, another sign of
what has been Lost.
 
===01/06/2014===
With eyes like the halo of frost around a silvery full moon, the woman
before you has an icy calm and reserve that is almost unsettling. Her
demeanor is that of one born to privilege - and you can almost hear an
father's regretful, almost mournful tone: 'If only she had been born a
man!' Her piercing gaze sees through facades and self-illusion as she
might through cold morning dew, through challenges and deceptions like
the movement of pieces upon an inlaid chess board and through flattery
and seduction like the scant veil of an oathbreaking nun. Her hair is
arranged into a noblewoman's coronet, an intricate arrangement of ebon
strands, twin streaks of scarlet from her temples drawing your eye. To
underestimate her as simply a woman of means, however, would be error:
Her posture has the composed strength of one as capable in the courts,
be it Cillidellia or D'Or D'Terraithe, as on the blood-soaked field of
honor or glory.

== WHO Lists: ==
01/07/14 - Hum [ Cl: 8 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/13/14 - Hum [ Ra: 9 Cl: 9 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/17/14 - Hum [ Tg: 9 Cl: 9 Ra: 9 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/20/14 - Hum [ Cl:12 Tg:12 Ra:12 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
01/25/14 - Hum [ Cl:17 Ra:15 Tg:15 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
01/27/14 - Hum [ Ra:17 Cl:18 Tg:15 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
02/03/14 - Hum [ Cl:22 Tg:18 Ra:18 ] Aphelion has Lost her family name.
03/02/14 - Hum [ Tg:25 Ra:25 Cl:25 ] Aphelion has lost more than her family name
04/29/14 - Hum [ Ra:28 Cl:29 Tg:28 ] Aphelion: so much Lost, so much Gained
06/18/14 - Hum [ Ra:29 Cl:30 Tg:29 ] Aphelion: so much Lost..
06/20/14 - Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion: so much Lost..
09/01/16 - Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion hides nary a sin. Kindred. Lost.
 

== Character History: ==
===Part I===
It is not the endless repetition of my tutors that was the musical score of my childhood – it was the cadence of marching feet and the calling of drills that echoed through the courtyard of the manor. Father took his duties as a captain of the Kayrron Guard seriously and the men at arms of our household were put through their paces no less rigorously than those of the city. As soon as I could hold a stick, I would mimic them from the balcony of my chamber, which had a bird’s eye view of their movements – far more interesting than practicing embroidery or canning preserves. Father indulged me, so long as my instructors gave me good marks, once bragging to a friend that I was a more apt student than most of his two-year cadets. 

After his service to the guard was up, Father could have become a condottieri, but instead, decided to continue his service to Kayrron, as an ambassador. Cookery and the laying in of herbs were replaced with geography and language. We left behind the safety of our manor and moved in different circles: glittering courts with bright flowers and stalking creatures, intrigues and shadow dealings. I learned to wear the plumage and blend in with the other doves, despite a hawk’s heart, all while using my eyes to see and my ears to hear that which would assist my father in his negotiations. Hated lessons in dance mingled with memorizing the lineage of the Great Houses and the proper placement of forks -- and daggers. Whispers followed, of course – the false pity for a girl with a mother lost in childbirth, dragged about by a father more accustomed to the field of honor than the field of politics. I learned to ignore it; those lessons would prove handy. 

Years passed; my world was my father and my governess, Shuvalriel, and our travels. I saw the gleaming spires of Cillidellia, travelled the ancient roads of the North, picked mushrooms in caves beneath dwarven cities, listened silently and veiled in vast deserts, knelt in prayer beneath a night sky, and learned of the One I would accept as my deity. Shuvalriel was pleased when I pledged to Onieros, dark Father of Dreams to the Drow elves. Her schooling in her native tongue had been peppered with ritual songs and tales of adventure. 

I noticed first; the paleness to his features. The way that Father’s breath would sometimes catch unexpectedly during moments of exertion. His pace had slowed; it was to be expected, given the weight that soldiering buries deep in the bones. In his advanced years, old wounds pained him more, but this was something else, something more pernicious. None of the remedies in any of the lands we had travelled gave him comfort. I hired sages and priests to no avail; none could cure him, only ease the pain somewhat. 

We returned to the manor in Kayrron for the first time in a decade and I sought out the oldest shelves of the library, seeking some mention of anything that could stave off this malady. There, I found a whisper of it: the blood of the Kindred was rumored to be a cure for any ailment. While Kindred were not uncommon in Kayrron, a recent edict by the Prince had sent them all into hiding, upon threat of meeting the sun – it appears his Highness had not appreciated the attentions of his favorite paramour being distracted by their presence. I would have to seek them elsewhere. 

This is my quest; to find the cure. 
 
----
 
===Part II===
'''Excerpt from the Court Record, Kayrron Archivist''' 
Appended to Familia Seremela Annotation, Winter Moon, 23rd Year of the Reign of Arcon the Just 
Word has been received from the Frontier Lands that the last living scion of House Seremela has passed. As Ambassador Seremela left no other heir, his estates and holdings will be held in trust by the Crown until an acknowledged member of the lineage may be found. 
 
'''Personal Notes, Kayrron Archivist''' 
'While it cannot enter the Records of the Court, the attached is documented for historical purposes. - A.' 
 
''"Honored Lady Albertha -'' 
''I must first start this missive with my thanks for all that you have done for my House, my revered Father, and myself. Your tireless research was invaluable, even though my own search was fruitless. The cure was found, but its cost was that which I hoped most to guard. It is, in truth, the sanguis mortis that might have saved my Father; a cure which he has long refused, when first we entertained that possibility. It is a bittersweet agony that within my breast, I now hold both cure and damnation. In its pursuit, a moment's civility became my undoing. I am mortal no more; a Kindred's thirst wracks me and the Queen of Night and Shadow commands my loyalty as my Maker, not the Head of my House or my Crown. I fear that this news will be the death of my Father. Better that he should think me lost on my journey, than this. I praythee, seal this record until after his death. By the laws of my beloved Kayrron, I cannot inherit. I have found some hint of remnants of an ancient line of House Seremela here in the Outlands, but both are broken women who have renounced all of who they are, or are in a state of unknowing. Let it pass to the matrilineal line, if an Heir can be found.'' 
''With all my respect, '' 
''I remain eternally,'' 
''Aphelion Morwen Elizabeth Seremela"'' 
 
----
 
===Part III ===
 
It appears that I am unique amongst the Queen's Chylder - the sole product of Her frenzy. All others were created with deliberation, or in moments of tenderness or passion. I think it likely the cause of Her distance: I am a badge of shame. My presence is a reminder of the depths to which She fell, violating my consent to the deepest extent possible. 
 
As clear as the sun, I recall Her standing some distance away, arms folded, watching me writhe and scream out my life upon the cold stone floor. 
"This is the part I hate," she murmured to her lover as I succumbed. No words of comfort, of guidance, but simply annoyance. 
Since that moment, I have not had a moment's kindness from Her; only duty. I am a true-born Seremela, a veteran of the Six League War, and my father's daughter - I will not grovel for Her attention. Never has our Bond been one of openness and communion; it is no welcoming archway, but a barred gate, through which I can see what might have been. Few of the Lost acknowledge my existence, although the Eldest knows that I am his to command. Little Eluch, hag-ridden and cursed, is only a shadow of the playful boy that teased and trusted in those early days. Mayhem, thankfully, is gone; at least I need not hear his tormenting mockery. The rest I give what is required by duty and courtesy and no more. I avoid Her temple, and instead prowl the Night in solitude, just as I mastered my Thirst in solitude, sweating blood, my jaw clenched against the inferno of need within. 
I have no use for most others, though from time to time, there are those who pique my interest. Bright motes of color amidst the shadow, drawing the eye and the attention for a moment, then fading away with their brief, butterfly lives. I prefer the stillness and the cold over the fire and fervor of humanity, with its tempting blood. I am not one of those who can live amongst them, savoring the torment of their nearness. I am proud to say that I have taken only those who face me in combat, who have a fighting chance. Never an innocent and never in the fervor of passion, but with the same regard and respect I gave those who stood against me upon the field of battle. 
I have found a place where I can rest unmolested, letting the siren call of Night flow over me without disturbing my torpor. The gravekeeper is paid well to keep away the curious, and if I become a bedtime story mothers tell their children to keep them fearful of and safe from that which the Moon reveals, well, so much the better. May Onieros grant them sweeter dreams than mine. 

== Trivia: ==
* Aphelion is the fifth vampire created by [[DarkClaw]]
 
== Player Provided Information: ==
 
== Personal Timeline: ==
01/06/14: Aphelion is created: '''[[A Solider Takes The Field]]''' 
01/08/14: '''[[Aphelion meets Venom]]''' again. 
01/20/14: Aphelion swears personal fealty to [[Venom]] for a year and a day: '''[[Aphelion is Squired]]''' 
01/21/14: Aphelion is attacked by [[Ort]] and harassed by [[Sagan]] when she responds with silence. Sagan says (in common), 'Aphelion's not talking much, her mouth is probably full. :('. As an unaligned, the Rule of Three is not honored, having not been requested in advance. 
01/25/14: Aphelion is slain by [[Ort]]. Determined to put this shame behind her, she gains nine ascensions in the next 36 hours. 
01/28/14: Aphelion is slain by [[Zephyr]]. 
01/30/14: Upon hearing of Aphelion's failures in combat, '''[[Venom Gives a Scolding]]'''. 
02/03/14: Against her will, Aphelion is Turned by [[DarkClaw]] when she makes the mistake of offering the out-of-control vampire a blood oath, after her term of service is abruptly ended by [[Venom|Mayhem]]: '''[[Aphelion's End]]''' 
02/05/14: Aphelion fights to learn: '''[[To Control Her Thirst]]''' 
'''[[02/08/14]]''': Aphelion wins the Olympic Rings Scavenger Hunt, with some assistance from [[Belsambar]] with the Black Ring. She spends time speaking with Eluch and training herself to control her Thirst. 
02/09/14: Aphelion enters the Olympic Haiku, but does not place: Battle lines are drawn / Pawns facing across a board / Who will win today? She meets Ghazkull for the first time. '''[[Kindred Meets Kindred]]''' 
'''[[02/12/2014|02/12/14]]''': Aphelion meets Arn. 
02/25/14: [[Tynian]] announces the final standings, and Aphelion takes fourth place in the overall. Her efforts help push Team Lost to the Bronze Medal, with 57% of their total score coming from Aphelion's contributions. 
06/20/14: At the request of [[Nicholai|The Eldest]], Aphelion seeks and obtains her final Ascension, witnessed by [[DarkClaw]] and [[Orpik]]. 
[[11-17-2014|11/17/14]]: Aphelion realizes there is something awry with [[Eluch]] and gains counsel on Venom's claim of continued fealty.
07/15/15: Aphelion is attacked thrice by [[Ghazkull]] in an attempt to complete one of the requirements of Wyld for his Triat Mastery Quest. He is unsuccessful. 
07/17/15: The Triat Initiate provides an explanation for his attacks, and acquiesces to Aphelion's required act of contrition: '''[[Ghazkull's Contrition]]''' 
'''[[09-07-2016|09/01/16]]:''' Aphelion discusses Hunger with the '''[[Nicholai|Eldest]]'''. 

== Player Information: ==

09-07-2016

2016-09-01T22:07:47Z

Aphelion: 09-07-2016

3 characters. Total online: 4.
Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion: so much Lost..
Elf [ Wa:28 Ma:25 Th:20 ] Stump, the eternally felled.
Elf [ Ma:30 Wa:30 Th:30 ] Nicholai LOSTLOSTLOSTLOSTLOSTLOSTLOSTLOSTLOST
 
Aphelion ftells, 'good evening Lord Nicholai'. 
 
Nicholai ftells, 'Good afternoon'. 
Nicholai ftells, 'do I have LOST in my title enough? I want to be sure Golson isn't confused'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, 'I think no force in this world can bring him true clarity of mind'. 
 
Sprauwt gossips (in common), 'where is Night, the deposed Guildmaster found?'. 
 
Nicholai gossips (in elven), 'Dauskraug Spawning caves'. 
Nicholai gossips (in elven), 'he is big hidden'. 
 
Sprauwt gossips (in common), 'lower part?'. 
 
Nicholai gossips (in elven), 'no, main part'. 
Nicholai gossips (in elven), 'above the gnome'. 
 
Sprauwt gossips (in common), 'hrm...never seen him in there'. 
 
Nicholai gossips (in elven), 'you'll only "see" him with soul sense'. 
Nicholai gossips (in elven), 'or watch for him to steal your gold in room'. 
Nicholai gossips (in elven), 'then area spell'. 
 
Sprauwt gossips (in common), 'oh'. 
Sprauwt gossips (in common), 'not really someplace i'd want to area spell...'. 
 
Nicholai gossips (in elven), 'unless you can faerie fog him'. 
 
You gossip (in common), 'or attempt to practice '. 
 
Nicholai (unseen) ftells, 'now I'm wondering...would a flatulent ogre have a natural faerie fogging ability?'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, '*shudders at the thought*'. 
 
3 characters. Total online: 4.
Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion hides nary a sin. LOST.
Elf [ Wa:28 Ma:25 Th:20 ] Stump, the eternally felled.
Elf [ Ma:30 Wa:30 Th:30 ] Nicholai LOSTLOSTLOSTLOSTLOSTLOSTLOSTLOSTLOST
 
Aphelion ftells, 'there. updated title per golson's note'. 
 
Nicholai ftells, 'from what I've learned in my travels, sin is in the eyes of the observer.'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, 'I maintain my life on the blood and life of others. Most would count it a sin.'. 
 
Nicholai ftells, 'not a willing subject'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, '..I have never taken a willing offering. I only take from those capable of giving a fight. '. 
 
Nicholai ftells, 'if they stay to fight, they are willing'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, 'I am not sure the Wardens would agree'. 
 
Nicholai ftells, 'the wardens have enough of their own sins'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, 'they fight to their last breath, striking as I drink them down.'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, 'I look forward to the day I have your age, Eldest, and no longer need to feed the Thirst.'. 
 
Nicholai ftells, 'suppress your passion and you'll suppress your thirst. The world gets a little grayer, but you won't seem to care at that point.'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, 'gray is my favorite color.'. 
 
Nicholai ftells, 'Some mourn the passing of time, some grasp in futility to stop it, and others watch it flow knowing with each fallen grain of sand, another person forgets your name'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, 'My only reason for waking, Eldest, is your request that I be available, should you have need of a priest who follows directions.'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, 'even my Maker would forget my name if she could '. 
Aphelion ftells, 'I am her only creation made in a fit of bloodlust and not the lust of flesh.'. 
 
Nicholai ftells, 'She's had many lusts, and many fits, but she doesn't forget a name'. 

[[Category:Logs]]
[[Category:RP]]
[[Category:Daily RP Logs]]

Aphelion

2016-09-01T22:07:24Z

Aphelion: /* Personal Timeline: */

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|status = Semi-Active
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[[Category:Kindred/Vampire]]
== Mud Contributions: ==
Aphelion was an aggressive competitor in the 2014 TFC Olympics, and took 4th place in the overall individual standings. Her efforts scored 57% of [[The Lost Ones|Team Lost]]'s 3rd place finish in the overall competition. 
 

== Current Description (Feb 11, 2015) ==
A calm, closed expression casts an icy shadow over the unusually lovely
features of this soldier. Her movements hold more leonine strength than
a gazelle's grace. Lush garnet lips are barely parted by the protrusion
of sharp fangs, silvery eyes darkened to steel gray with Hunger unsated.
Her long, crimson-streaked black hair is bound in a single braid to keep
it out of her face in combat or when she Feeds.

===Dressing for the Kindred Masquerade: Dec 20, 2014===
Bright silver eyes gaze back at you from behind the mysterious barrier of a
black raven mask of suede and feathers. The beak of the mask is open, as if
in a scream of victory as she gathers the spirits of the slain. The pungent
scent of death and misery clings to the form of the entity before you and a
ghostly mist trails behind her, as if for this one night, she has become an
Incarna of the Morrigan - the Carrion Crow - in truth and not masquerade.

Aphelion has a special twinkle in her eye.
Aphelion is in perfect health.

Aphelion is using:
<used as light> (Powerful magic) (Glowing) the Rod of Magic
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Transient Glow) A Memento of Hope Lost
<worn on finger> (Moderate magic) (Glowing) (Humming) a ring of violet diamonds
<worn around neck> (Token magic) a single glossy black feather
<worn around neck> a high collar of black suede and sable feathers
<worn on body> a form-fitting gown of black velvet with a feathered bodice
<worn on head> a beaked raven mask of black leather and sable feathers
<worn on legs> (Red Aura) sheer black silk stockings
<worn on arms> long, wing-like sleeves of sable feathers
<worn about body> (Moderate magic) a feather cloak
<worn around wrist> a set of bangles
<worn around wrist> a set of bangles
<wielded> a raven's claw
<wielded off-hand> a raven's claw
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra
<worn with pride> a scarlet ribbon bearing a medallion of nickel
<worn with pride> a badge, a pin, 4 ribbons

===(02/05/14): ===
Her struggle to control a new and unbearable Thirst is written all over the
unusually lovely features of this soldier. Her lush crimson lips are parted
by the protrusion of sharp fangs, her silvery eyes darkened to an icy steel
gray. Her long, crimson-streaked black hair is bound back to keep it out of
her face and from becoming stained when she relents and slakes her Hunger.
Drawing on her military training and deeply ingrained self-discipline, she
focuses on the impossible task ahead: to turn this unwelcome Rebirth into
a useful tool or weapon, instead of the curse that has ended her bloodline
and stripped her of all that she held dear. Her hands shift restlessly at
her sides, callouses visible on her palms from her weapon haft. Impeccable
armor, carefully maintained, wards her tall frame, but here and there, the
removal of insignia has left small scars upon its surface, another sign of
what has been Lost.
 
===01/06/2014===
With eyes like the halo of frost around a silvery full moon, the woman
before you has an icy calm and reserve that is almost unsettling. Her
demeanor is that of one born to privilege - and you can almost hear an
father's regretful, almost mournful tone: 'If only she had been born a
man!' Her piercing gaze sees through facades and self-illusion as she
might through cold morning dew, through challenges and deceptions like
the movement of pieces upon an inlaid chess board and through flattery
and seduction like the scant veil of an oathbreaking nun. Her hair is
arranged into a noblewoman's coronet, an intricate arrangement of ebon
strands, twin streaks of scarlet from her temples drawing your eye. To
underestimate her as simply a woman of means, however, would be error:
Her posture has the composed strength of one as capable in the courts,
be it Cillidellia or D'Or D'Terraithe, as on the blood-soaked field of
honor or glory.

== WHO Lists: ==
01/07/14 - Hum [ Cl: 8 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/13/14 - Hum [ Ra: 9 Cl: 9 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/17/14 - Hum [ Tg: 9 Cl: 9 Ra: 9 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/20/14 - Hum [ Cl:12 Tg:12 Ra:12 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
01/25/14 - Hum [ Cl:17 Ra:15 Tg:15 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
01/27/14 - Hum [ Ra:17 Cl:18 Tg:15 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
02/03/14 - Hum [ Cl:22 Tg:18 Ra:18 ] Aphelion has Lost her family name.
03/02/14 - Hum [ Tg:25 Ra:25 Cl:25 ] Aphelion has lost more than her family name
04/29/14 - Hum [ Ra:28 Cl:29 Tg:28 ] Aphelion: so much Lost, so much Gained
06/18/14 - Hum [ Ra:29 Cl:30 Tg:29 ] Aphelion: so much Lost..
06/20/14 - Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion: so much Lost..
09/01/16 - Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion hides nary a sin. Kindred. Lost.
 

== Character History: ==
===Part I===
It is not the endless repetition of my tutors that was the musical score of my childhood – it was the cadence of marching feet and the calling of drills that echoed through the courtyard of the manor. Father took his duties as a captain of the Kayrron Guard seriously and the men at arms of our household were put through their paces no less rigorously than those of the city. As soon as I could hold a stick, I would mimic them from the balcony of my chamber, which had a bird’s eye view of their movements – far more interesting than practicing embroidery or canning preserves. Father indulged me, so long as my instructors gave me good marks, once bragging to a friend that I was a more apt student than most of his two-year cadets. 

After his service to the guard was up, Father could have become a condottieri, but instead, decided to continue his service to Kayrron, as an ambassador. Cookery and the laying in of herbs were replaced with geography and language. We left behind the safety of our manor and moved in different circles: glittering courts with bright flowers and stalking creatures, intrigues and shadow dealings. I learned to wear the plumage and blend in with the other doves, despite a hawk’s heart, all while using my eyes to see and my ears to hear that which would assist my father in his negotiations. Hated lessons in dance mingled with memorizing the lineage of the Great Houses and the proper placement of forks -- and daggers. Whispers followed, of course – the false pity for a girl with a mother lost in childbirth, dragged about by a father more accustomed to the field of honor than the field of politics. I learned to ignore it; those lessons would prove handy. 

Years passed; my world was my father and my governess, Shuvalriel, and our travels. I saw the gleaming spires of Cillidellia, travelled the ancient roads of the North, picked mushrooms in caves beneath dwarven cities, listened silently and veiled in vast deserts, knelt in prayer beneath a night sky, and learned of the One I would accept as my deity. Shuvalriel was pleased when I pledged to Onieros, dark Father of Dreams to the Drow elves. Her schooling in her native tongue had been peppered with ritual songs and tales of adventure. 

I noticed first; the paleness to his features. The way that Father’s breath would sometimes catch unexpectedly during moments of exertion. His pace had slowed; it was to be expected, given the weight that soldiering buries deep in the bones. In his advanced years, old wounds pained him more, but this was something else, something more pernicious. None of the remedies in any of the lands we had travelled gave him comfort. I hired sages and priests to no avail; none could cure him, only ease the pain somewhat. 

We returned to the manor in Kayrron for the first time in a decade and I sought out the oldest shelves of the library, seeking some mention of anything that could stave off this malady. There, I found a whisper of it: the blood of the Kindred was rumored to be a cure for any ailment. While Kindred were not uncommon in Kayrron, a recent edict by the Prince had sent them all into hiding, upon threat of meeting the sun – it appears his Highness had not appreciated the attentions of his favorite paramour being distracted by their presence. I would have to seek them elsewhere. 

This is my quest; to find the cure. 
 
----
 
===Part II===
'''Excerpt from the Court Record, Kayrron Archivist''' 
Appended to Familia Seremela Annotation, Winter Moon, 23rd Year of the Reign of Arcon the Just 
Word has been received from the Frontier Lands that the last living scion of House Seremela has passed. As Ambassador Seremela left no other heir, his estates and holdings will be held in trust by the Crown until an acknowledged member of the lineage may be found. 
 
'''Personal Notes, Kayrron Archivist''' 
'While it cannot enter the Records of the Court, the attached is documented for historical purposes. - A.' 
 
''"Honored Lady Albertha -'' 
''I must first start this missive with my thanks for all that you have done for my House, my revered Father, and myself. Your tireless research was invaluable, even though my own search was fruitless. The cure was found, but its cost was that which I hoped most to guard. It is, in truth, the sanguis mortis that might have saved my Father; a cure which he has long refused, when first we entertained that possibility. It is a bittersweet agony that within my breast, I now hold both cure and damnation. In its pursuit, a moment's civility became my undoing. I am mortal no more; a Kindred's thirst wracks me and the Queen of Night and Shadow commands my loyalty as my Maker, not the Head of my House or my Crown. I fear that this news will be the death of my Father. Better that he should think me lost on my journey, than this. I praythee, seal this record until after his death. By the laws of my beloved Kayrron, I cannot inherit. I have found some hint of remnants of an ancient line of House Seremela here in the Outlands, but both are broken women who have renounced all of who they are, or are in a state of unknowing. Let it pass to the matrilineal line, if an Heir can be found.'' 
''With all my respect, '' 
''I remain eternally,'' 
''Aphelion Morwen Elizabeth Seremela"'' 
 
----
 
===Part III ===
 
It appears that I am unique amongst the Queen's Chylder - the sole product of Her frenzy. All others were created with deliberation, or in moments of tenderness or passion. I think it likely the cause of Her distance: I am a badge of shame. My presence is a reminder of the depths to which She fell, violating my consent to the deepest extent possible. 
 
As clear as the sun, I recall Her standing some distance away, arms folded, watching me writhe and scream out my life upon the cold stone floor. 
"This is the part I hate," she murmured to her lover as I succumbed. No words of comfort, of guidance, but simply annoyance. 
Since that moment, I have not had a moment's kindness from Her; only duty. I am a true-born Seremela, a veteran of the Six League War, and my father's daughter - I will not grovel for Her attention. Never has our Bond been one of openness and communion; it is no welcoming archway, but a barred gate, through which I can see what might have been. Few of the Lost acknowledge my existence, although the Eldest knows that I am his to command. Little Eluch, hag-ridden and cursed, is only a shadow of the playful boy that teased and trusted in those early days. Mayhem, thankfully, is gone; at least I need not hear his tormenting mockery. The rest I give what is required by duty and courtesy and no more. I avoid Her temple, and instead prowl the Night in solitude, just as I mastered my Thirst in solitude, sweating blood, my jaw clenched against the inferno of need within. 
I have no use for most others, though from time to time, there are those who pique my interest. Bright motes of color amidst the shadow, drawing the eye and the attention for a moment, then fading away with their brief, butterfly lives. I prefer the stillness and the cold over the fire and fervor of humanity, with its tempting blood. I am not one of those who can live amongst them, savoring the torment of their nearness. I am proud to say that I have taken only those who face me in combat, who have a fighting chance. Never an innocent and never in the fervor of passion, but with the same regard and respect I gave those who stood against me upon the field of battle. 
I have found a place where I can rest unmolested, letting the siren call of Night flow over me without disturbing my torpor. The gravekeeper is paid well to keep away the curious, and if I become a bedtime story mothers tell their children to keep them fearful of and safe from that which the Moon reveals, well, so much the better. May Onieros grant them sweeter dreams than mine. 

== Trivia: ==
* Aphelion is the fifth vampire created by [[DarkClaw]]
 
== Player Provided Information: ==
 
== Personal Timeline: ==
01/06/14: Aphelion is created: '''[[A Solider Takes The Field]]''' 
01/08/14: '''[[Aphelion meets Venom]]''' again. 
01/20/14: Aphelion swears personal fealty to [[Venom]] for a year and a day: '''[[Aphelion is Squired]]''' 
01/21/14: Aphelion is attacked by [[Ort]] and harassed by [[Sagan]] when she responds with silence. Sagan says (in common), 'Aphelion's not talking much, her mouth is probably full. :('. As an unaligned, the Rule of Three is not honored, having not been requested in advance. 
01/25/14: Aphelion is slain by [[Ort]]. Determined to put this shame behind her, she gains nine ascensions in the next 36 hours. 
01/28/14: Aphelion is slain by [[Zephyr]]. 
01/30/14: Upon hearing of Aphelion's failures in combat, '''[[Venom Gives a Scolding]]'''. 
02/03/14: Against her will, Aphelion is Turned by [[DarkClaw]] when she makes the mistake of offering the out-of-control vampire a blood oath, after her term of service is abruptly ended by [[Venom|Mayhem]]: '''[[Aphelion's End]]''' 
02/05/14: Aphelion fights to learn: '''[[To Control Her Thirst]]''' 
'''[[02/08/14]]''': Aphelion wins the Olympic Rings Scavenger Hunt, with some assistance from [[Belsambar]] with the Black Ring. She spends time speaking with Eluch and training herself to control her Thirst. 
02/09/14: Aphelion enters the Olympic Haiku, but does not place: Battle lines are drawn / Pawns facing across a board / Who will win today? She meets Ghazkull for the first time. '''[[Kindred Meets Kindred]]''' 
'''[[02/12/2014|02/12/14]]''': Aphelion meets Arn. 
02/25/14: [[Tynian]] announces the final standings, and Aphelion takes fourth place in the overall. Her efforts help push Team Lost to the Bronze Medal, with 57% of their total score coming from Aphelion's contributions. 
06/20/14: At the request of [[Nicholai|The Eldest]], Aphelion seeks and obtains her final Ascension, witnessed by [[DarkClaw]] and [[Orpik]]. 
07/15/15: Aphelion is attacked thrice by [[Ghazkull]] in an attempt to complete one of the requirements of Wyld for his Triat Mastery Quest. He is unsuccessful. 
07/17/15: The Triat Initiate provides an explanation for his attacks, and acquiesces to Aphelion's required act of contrition: '''[[Ghazkull's Contrition]]''' 
'''[[09-07-2016|09/01/16]]:''' Aphelion discusses Hunger with the '''[[Nicholai|Eldest]]'''. 

== Player Information: ==

Aphelion

2016-09-01T22:07:03Z

Aphelion: /* Personal Timeline: */

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[[Category:Kindred/Vampire]]
== Mud Contributions: ==
Aphelion was an aggressive competitor in the 2014 TFC Olympics, and took 4th place in the overall individual standings. Her efforts scored 57% of [[The Lost Ones|Team Lost]]'s 3rd place finish in the overall competition. 
 

== Current Description (Feb 11, 2015) ==
A calm, closed expression casts an icy shadow over the unusually lovely
features of this soldier. Her movements hold more leonine strength than
a gazelle's grace. Lush garnet lips are barely parted by the protrusion
of sharp fangs, silvery eyes darkened to steel gray with Hunger unsated.
Her long, crimson-streaked black hair is bound in a single braid to keep
it out of her face in combat or when she Feeds.

===Dressing for the Kindred Masquerade: Dec 20, 2014===
Bright silver eyes gaze back at you from behind the mysterious barrier of a
black raven mask of suede and feathers. The beak of the mask is open, as if
in a scream of victory as she gathers the spirits of the slain. The pungent
scent of death and misery clings to the form of the entity before you and a
ghostly mist trails behind her, as if for this one night, she has become an
Incarna of the Morrigan - the Carrion Crow - in truth and not masquerade.

Aphelion has a special twinkle in her eye.
Aphelion is in perfect health.

Aphelion is using:
<used as light> (Powerful magic) (Glowing) the Rod of Magic
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Transient Glow) A Memento of Hope Lost
<worn on finger> (Moderate magic) (Glowing) (Humming) a ring of violet diamonds
<worn around neck> (Token magic) a single glossy black feather
<worn around neck> a high collar of black suede and sable feathers
<worn on body> a form-fitting gown of black velvet with a feathered bodice
<worn on head> a beaked raven mask of black leather and sable feathers
<worn on legs> (Red Aura) sheer black silk stockings
<worn on arms> long, wing-like sleeves of sable feathers
<worn about body> (Moderate magic) a feather cloak
<worn around wrist> a set of bangles
<worn around wrist> a set of bangles
<wielded> a raven's claw
<wielded off-hand> a raven's claw
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra
<worn with pride> a scarlet ribbon bearing a medallion of nickel
<worn with pride> a badge, a pin, 4 ribbons

===(02/05/14): ===
Her struggle to control a new and unbearable Thirst is written all over the
unusually lovely features of this soldier. Her lush crimson lips are parted
by the protrusion of sharp fangs, her silvery eyes darkened to an icy steel
gray. Her long, crimson-streaked black hair is bound back to keep it out of
her face and from becoming stained when she relents and slakes her Hunger.
Drawing on her military training and deeply ingrained self-discipline, she
focuses on the impossible task ahead: to turn this unwelcome Rebirth into
a useful tool or weapon, instead of the curse that has ended her bloodline
and stripped her of all that she held dear. Her hands shift restlessly at
her sides, callouses visible on her palms from her weapon haft. Impeccable
armor, carefully maintained, wards her tall frame, but here and there, the
removal of insignia has left small scars upon its surface, another sign of
what has been Lost.
 
===01/06/2014===
With eyes like the halo of frost around a silvery full moon, the woman
before you has an icy calm and reserve that is almost unsettling. Her
demeanor is that of one born to privilege - and you can almost hear an
father's regretful, almost mournful tone: 'If only she had been born a
man!' Her piercing gaze sees through facades and self-illusion as she
might through cold morning dew, through challenges and deceptions like
the movement of pieces upon an inlaid chess board and through flattery
and seduction like the scant veil of an oathbreaking nun. Her hair is
arranged into a noblewoman's coronet, an intricate arrangement of ebon
strands, twin streaks of scarlet from her temples drawing your eye. To
underestimate her as simply a woman of means, however, would be error:
Her posture has the composed strength of one as capable in the courts,
be it Cillidellia or D'Or D'Terraithe, as on the blood-soaked field of
honor or glory.

== WHO Lists: ==
01/07/14 - Hum [ Cl: 8 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/13/14 - Hum [ Ra: 9 Cl: 9 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/17/14 - Hum [ Tg: 9 Cl: 9 Ra: 9 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/20/14 - Hum [ Cl:12 Tg:12 Ra:12 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
01/25/14 - Hum [ Cl:17 Ra:15 Tg:15 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
01/27/14 - Hum [ Ra:17 Cl:18 Tg:15 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
02/03/14 - Hum [ Cl:22 Tg:18 Ra:18 ] Aphelion has Lost her family name.
03/02/14 - Hum [ Tg:25 Ra:25 Cl:25 ] Aphelion has lost more than her family name
04/29/14 - Hum [ Ra:28 Cl:29 Tg:28 ] Aphelion: so much Lost, so much Gained
06/18/14 - Hum [ Ra:29 Cl:30 Tg:29 ] Aphelion: so much Lost..
06/20/14 - Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion: so much Lost..
09/01/16 - Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion hides nary a sin. Kindred. Lost.
 

== Character History: ==
===Part I===
It is not the endless repetition of my tutors that was the musical score of my childhood – it was the cadence of marching feet and the calling of drills that echoed through the courtyard of the manor. Father took his duties as a captain of the Kayrron Guard seriously and the men at arms of our household were put through their paces no less rigorously than those of the city. As soon as I could hold a stick, I would mimic them from the balcony of my chamber, which had a bird’s eye view of their movements – far more interesting than practicing embroidery or canning preserves. Father indulged me, so long as my instructors gave me good marks, once bragging to a friend that I was a more apt student than most of his two-year cadets. 

After his service to the guard was up, Father could have become a condottieri, but instead, decided to continue his service to Kayrron, as an ambassador. Cookery and the laying in of herbs were replaced with geography and language. We left behind the safety of our manor and moved in different circles: glittering courts with bright flowers and stalking creatures, intrigues and shadow dealings. I learned to wear the plumage and blend in with the other doves, despite a hawk’s heart, all while using my eyes to see and my ears to hear that which would assist my father in his negotiations. Hated lessons in dance mingled with memorizing the lineage of the Great Houses and the proper placement of forks -- and daggers. Whispers followed, of course – the false pity for a girl with a mother lost in childbirth, dragged about by a father more accustomed to the field of honor than the field of politics. I learned to ignore it; those lessons would prove handy. 

Years passed; my world was my father and my governess, Shuvalriel, and our travels. I saw the gleaming spires of Cillidellia, travelled the ancient roads of the North, picked mushrooms in caves beneath dwarven cities, listened silently and veiled in vast deserts, knelt in prayer beneath a night sky, and learned of the One I would accept as my deity. Shuvalriel was pleased when I pledged to Onieros, dark Father of Dreams to the Drow elves. Her schooling in her native tongue had been peppered with ritual songs and tales of adventure. 

I noticed first; the paleness to his features. The way that Father’s breath would sometimes catch unexpectedly during moments of exertion. His pace had slowed; it was to be expected, given the weight that soldiering buries deep in the bones. In his advanced years, old wounds pained him more, but this was something else, something more pernicious. None of the remedies in any of the lands we had travelled gave him comfort. I hired sages and priests to no avail; none could cure him, only ease the pain somewhat. 

We returned to the manor in Kayrron for the first time in a decade and I sought out the oldest shelves of the library, seeking some mention of anything that could stave off this malady. There, I found a whisper of it: the blood of the Kindred was rumored to be a cure for any ailment. While Kindred were not uncommon in Kayrron, a recent edict by the Prince had sent them all into hiding, upon threat of meeting the sun – it appears his Highness had not appreciated the attentions of his favorite paramour being distracted by their presence. I would have to seek them elsewhere. 

This is my quest; to find the cure. 
 
----
 
===Part II===
'''Excerpt from the Court Record, Kayrron Archivist''' 
Appended to Familia Seremela Annotation, Winter Moon, 23rd Year of the Reign of Arcon the Just 
Word has been received from the Frontier Lands that the last living scion of House Seremela has passed. As Ambassador Seremela left no other heir, his estates and holdings will be held in trust by the Crown until an acknowledged member of the lineage may be found. 
 
'''Personal Notes, Kayrron Archivist''' 
'While it cannot enter the Records of the Court, the attached is documented for historical purposes. - A.' 
 
''"Honored Lady Albertha -'' 
''I must first start this missive with my thanks for all that you have done for my House, my revered Father, and myself. Your tireless research was invaluable, even though my own search was fruitless. The cure was found, but its cost was that which I hoped most to guard. It is, in truth, the sanguis mortis that might have saved my Father; a cure which he has long refused, when first we entertained that possibility. It is a bittersweet agony that within my breast, I now hold both cure and damnation. In its pursuit, a moment's civility became my undoing. I am mortal no more; a Kindred's thirst wracks me and the Queen of Night and Shadow commands my loyalty as my Maker, not the Head of my House or my Crown. I fear that this news will be the death of my Father. Better that he should think me lost on my journey, than this. I praythee, seal this record until after his death. By the laws of my beloved Kayrron, I cannot inherit. I have found some hint of remnants of an ancient line of House Seremela here in the Outlands, but both are broken women who have renounced all of who they are, or are in a state of unknowing. Let it pass to the matrilineal line, if an Heir can be found.'' 
''With all my respect, '' 
''I remain eternally,'' 
''Aphelion Morwen Elizabeth Seremela"'' 
 
----
 
===Part III ===
 
It appears that I am unique amongst the Queen's Chylder - the sole product of Her frenzy. All others were created with deliberation, or in moments of tenderness or passion. I think it likely the cause of Her distance: I am a badge of shame. My presence is a reminder of the depths to which She fell, violating my consent to the deepest extent possible. 
 
As clear as the sun, I recall Her standing some distance away, arms folded, watching me writhe and scream out my life upon the cold stone floor. 
"This is the part I hate," she murmured to her lover as I succumbed. No words of comfort, of guidance, but simply annoyance. 
Since that moment, I have not had a moment's kindness from Her; only duty. I am a true-born Seremela, a veteran of the Six League War, and my father's daughter - I will not grovel for Her attention. Never has our Bond been one of openness and communion; it is no welcoming archway, but a barred gate, through which I can see what might have been. Few of the Lost acknowledge my existence, although the Eldest knows that I am his to command. Little Eluch, hag-ridden and cursed, is only a shadow of the playful boy that teased and trusted in those early days. Mayhem, thankfully, is gone; at least I need not hear his tormenting mockery. The rest I give what is required by duty and courtesy and no more. I avoid Her temple, and instead prowl the Night in solitude, just as I mastered my Thirst in solitude, sweating blood, my jaw clenched against the inferno of need within. 
I have no use for most others, though from time to time, there are those who pique my interest. Bright motes of color amidst the shadow, drawing the eye and the attention for a moment, then fading away with their brief, butterfly lives. I prefer the stillness and the cold over the fire and fervor of humanity, with its tempting blood. I am not one of those who can live amongst them, savoring the torment of their nearness. I am proud to say that I have taken only those who face me in combat, who have a fighting chance. Never an innocent and never in the fervor of passion, but with the same regard and respect I gave those who stood against me upon the field of battle. 
I have found a place where I can rest unmolested, letting the siren call of Night flow over me without disturbing my torpor. The gravekeeper is paid well to keep away the curious, and if I become a bedtime story mothers tell their children to keep them fearful of and safe from that which the Moon reveals, well, so much the better. May Onieros grant them sweeter dreams than mine. 

== Trivia: ==
* Aphelion is the fifth vampire created by [[DarkClaw]]
 
== Player Provided Information: ==
 
== Personal Timeline: ==
01/06/14: Aphelion is created: '''[[A Solider Takes The Field]]''' 
01/08/14: '''[[Aphelion meets Venom]]''' again. 
01/20/14: Aphelion swears personal fealty to [[Venom]] for a year and a day: '''[[Aphelion is Squired]]''' 
01/21/14: Aphelion is attacked by [[Ort]] and harassed by [[Sagan]] when she responds with silence. Sagan says (in common), 'Aphelion's not talking much, her mouth is probably full. :('. As an unaligned, the Rule of Three is not honored, having not been requested in advance. 
01/25/14: Aphelion is slain by [[Ort]]. Determined to put this shame behind her, she gains nine ascensions in the next 36 hours. 
01/28/14: Aphelion is slain by [[Zephyr]]. 
01/30/14: Upon hearing of Aphelion's failures in combat, '''[[Venom Gives a Scolding]]'''. 
02/03/14: Against her will, Aphelion is Turned by [[DarkClaw]] when she makes the mistake of offering the out-of-control vampire a blood oath, after her term of service is abruptly ended by [[Venom|Mayhem]]: '''[[Aphelion's End]]''' 
02/05/14: Aphelion fights to learn: '''[[To Control Her Thirst]]''' 
'''[[02/08/14]]''': Aphelion wins the Olympic Rings Scavenger Hunt, with some assistance from [[Belsambar]] with the Black Ring. She spends time speaking with Eluch and training herself to control her Thirst. 
02/09/14: Aphelion enters the Olympic Haiku, but does not place: Battle lines are drawn / Pawns facing across a board / Who will win today? She meets Ghazkull for the first time. '''[[Kindred Meets Kindred]]''' 
'''[[02/12/2014|02/12/14]]''': Aphelion meets Arn. 
02/25/14: [[Tynian]] announces the final standings, and Aphelion takes fourth place in the overall. Her efforts help push Team Lost to the Bronze Medal, with 57% of their total score coming from Aphelion's contributions. 
06/20/14: At the request of [[Nicholai|The Eldest]], Aphelion seeks and obtains her final Ascension, witnessed by [[DarkClaw]] and [[Orpik]]. 
07/15/15: Aphelion is attacked thrice by [[Ghazkull]] in an attempt to complete one of the requirements of Wyld for his Triat Mastery Quest. He is unsuccessful. 
07/17/15: The Triat Initiate provides an explanation for his attacks, and acquiesces to Aphelion's required act of contrition: '''[[Ghazkull's Contrition]]'''
[[09-07-2016|09/01/16]]: Aphelion discusses Hunger with the [[Nicholai|Eldest]].

== Player Information: ==

Ghazkull's Contrition

2016-09-01T21:52:40Z

Aphelion:

[[Category:Logs]]
[[Category:RP]]

5 players.
Elf [ Ma:23 Ra:20 ] Ghazkull Mahsong, Heartbringer restored, Fate/Almond
Hum [ Ra:18 Tg:18 Cl:25 ] Aphelion has lost more than her family name
Elf [ Ma:25 ] Rhyvn Hutt's adopted daughter. Lil' Sis. Student!
Gno [ Wa: 5 Cl:11 ] Hinkflink Twistnozzle of the Nexus
Hel [ Ra:30 Th:30 Cl:30 ] Bomrir.
 
The Office of the TFC Housing Authority 
[Exits: west] 
(Invis) (Hide) (Light Red Aura) Ghazkull is here. 
(White Aura) Wendell waits patiently while you decide where to live. 
 
 
Entrance to Temple Courtyard 
[Exits: west up] 
 
Ghazkull nods in recognition to her. 
 
Aphelion raises her eyebrow. 
 
Ghazkull says (in common), 'I'm glad I've run into you today.'. 
 
Aphelion folds her arms over her chest, leaning back against the bannister. 
 
Ghazkull says (in common), 'I mean no ill will, Aphelion. I have come to try and explain.'. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), 'I am listening.'. 
 
Ghazkull nods. 
 
Ghazkull looks at her. 
 
Ghazkull says (in common), 'Firstly, I would like to say that I did not attack you for pleasure. It was out of neccessity. I have been charged with a Quest of Mastery.'. 
 
Aphelion regards you in silence, listening. 
 
Ghazkull says (in common), 'One of my tasks was to Cut the Threads of various creatures around the realm... Or.. Kill a Mortal Kindred.'. 
 
Aphelion slides her tongue over her fangs from behind closed lips. 
 
Ghazkull says (in common), 'The tasks I have been set are many and varied, I sought to avoid many of them by killing you.'. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), 'That is not a particularly large pool of individuals.'. 
 
Ghazkull shakes his head. 
Ghazkull says (in common), 'At the present time, You are the only one that has presented themselves to me while I have been in a capacity to fight.'. 
 
Aphelion glances down at herself. 
Aphelion says (in common), 'I suppose I am a bit less terrifying a choice than, say, the Eldest'. 
 
Ghazkull snickers softly. 
Ghazkull shudders from the sheer thought of it. 
Ghazkull says (in common), 'Yes... The Eldest would have had me for breakfast, lunch and tea.'. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), 'Are you here to explain or to gain forgiveness and absolution?'. 
 
Ghazkull says (in common), 'I do not know. I did not come seeking forgiveness. I guess I came to explain my actions, and to apologize. It is not in my nature to attack people without cause, but I must complete the tasks set before me. If you choose to forgive me, Then that is good, but if you do not... Well, I cannot say that I would blame you.'. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), 'where did this quest come from?'. 
 
Ghazkull says (in common), 'it was granted to me by the Lady Weaver, Cordir. By my Goddess'. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), 'yet you have the aura of the Wyld '. 
 
Ghazkull nods. 
Ghazkull says (in common), 'Another Task of my Quest is to serve the Wyld for 3x3x3 days.'. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), 'You worshipped Cordir when you attacked? And did so at her command?'. 
 
Ghazkull says (in common), 'I was commanded to kill a Mortal Kindred and the Quest was given to me by Her and the Wyldess.'. 
 
Aphelion considers. 
 
Ghazkull says (in common), 'So I suppose you could say that I was ordered to.'. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), 'I am a soldier. I am commanded in war to take lives. As are those who stand opposed against me. I bear them no ill will. If your act was one by Command then I consider you as I would a fellow soldier on the other side of the field, and bear you no ill will'. 
 
Ghazkull nods in recognition to you. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), 'that said, if you want _my_ forgiveness... I ask a demonstration of good faith'. 
 
Ghazkull says (in common), 'I did not ask for forgiveness, the actions were mine. I accept the responsibility of them. But I will do what I must to demonstrate my good faith.'. 
 
Aphelion nods upwards. "Trust me." 
 
Lower Temple Courtyard 
[Exits: north east south west up down] 
 
Ghazkull nods in recognition to her. 
 
Aphelion steps close, her height a match to his. She lets her breath play over his skin. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), 'don't. Move.'. 
 
Aphelion pauses to see if he will stop her. 
 
Ghazkull stands resolute, a curious look on his face. 
 
Aphelion tilts her head to one side and bares her fangs, leaning close to barely close - but not pierce - on his throat. 
 
Ghazkull stiffens slightly but remains in position. 
 
Aphelion lets him feel her fangs on his pulse of a single heartbeat's time. 
 
Aphelion nods in recognition to him. 
Aphelion leaves down. 
 
Entrance to Temple Courtyard 
[Exits: west up] 
 
Ghazkull nods. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), 'I would not have ill will between those who are .. in some regard .. family'. 
 
Ghazkull steadies himself as the Angel starts jumping gleefully up and down on his shoulder. 
Ghazkull mutters, 'Now is _not_ the time, Wyldling' 
 
Ghazkull's head twitches slightly as the angel tugs on his hair. 
Ghazkull's head twitches slightly as the Angel leans in to whisper something in his ear. 
 
Ghazkull whispers something to the tiny angel, who responds with a sharp kick to the side of his head! 
Ghazkull winces. Ouch! 
 
Ghazkull mutters, 'Later, we shall.' 
 
Ghazkull turns back to the Kindred, 'I apologise, My... Guide, can be a little restless. 
 
Raage ftells, 'greets'. 
 
Raage arrives from the west. 
Raage leaves west. 
 
Raage ftells, 'what's going on?'. 
 
Ghazkull says (in common), 'Seems I am popular'. 
 
Ghazkull covers his ears as the angel cackles Wyldly! 
 
Raage says (in common), 'waiting for a mob?'. 
 
Ghazkull shakes his head. 
 
Raage looks at Aphelion. 
 
Ghazkull says (in common), 'I was... Making reparations for my actions'. 
 
Raage nods. 
Raage says (in common), 'well then...enjoy'. 
 
Raage leaves west. 
 
Aphelion ftells, 'sorry was afk for work'. 
 
Ghazkull nods. 
 
Aphelion glances at the restless creature on his shoulder. 
 
Aphelion ftells, 'he attacked me a few days ago'. 
Aphelion ftells, 'and was explaining why'. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), 'what is her name?'. 
Aphelion says (in common), 'and what is her nature?'. 
 
Ghazkull says (in common), 'I do not know her name, She has not told me...'. 
 
Ghazkull admits, 'Although I have never asked' 
 
Aphelion says (in common), 'Have you asked?'. 
Aphelion snickers softly. 
 
Ghazkull says (in common), 'as for her nature, she appears to be Wyld. She is constantly whispering ideas to me to help me understand the Wyld. She and my Bonded do not get on.'. 
 
Aphelion absentmindedly toys with one of her fangs with her tongue as some sort of pondering. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), 'Hm. I haven't ever seen such a creature, but being bound to law ... I haven't much truck with the Wyld '. 
 
Ghazkull chuckles, evidently amused. 
Ghazkull says (in common), 'Neither had I, a... gift from the Archmage while I am on my Quest.'. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), 'Archmage?'. 
 
Ghazkull says (in common), 'Belsambar. A title given to him by my Bonded.'. 
 
Aphelion coughs to cover a chuckle. 
 
Ghazkull says (in common), 'I have heard him named it so much by her that it kinda stuck with me'. 
Ghazkull shrugs. 
 
Aphelion says dryly, "Belsambar." She nods slightly, evidently amused. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), 'to whom are you Bound?'. 
 
Ghazkull says (in common), 'Almond?'. 
Ghazkull coughs. 
 
Ghazkull says (in common), 'I mean..'. 
Ghazkull says (in common), 'Samiyah is her name, She is the Desert Bard.'. 
 
Aphelion raises her eyebrow. 
Aphelion appears to recognize the name. 
 
Ghazkull says (in common), 'Almond is my... pet name for her.'. 
Ghazkull blushes. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), '..Venom has spoken of her.'. 
 
Ghazkull scowls in distaste at the name. 
 
Aphelion chuckles. 
Aphelion says (in common), 'a common reaction'. 
 
Ghazkull nods. 
 
Aphelion bows with military precision. 
 
(end scene)

Ghazkull's Contrition

2016-09-01T21:52:08Z

Aphelion: Ghazkull's Contrition

[[Category:Logs]]
[[Category:RP]]

Ghazkull’s Explanation 
5 players. 
Elf [ Ma:23 Ra:20 ] Ghazkull Mahsong, Heartbringer restored, Fate/Almond 
Hum [ Ra:18 Tg:18 Cl:25 ] Aphelion has lost more than her family name 
Elf [ Ma:25 ] Rhyvn Hutt's adopted daughter. Lil' Sis. Student! 
Gno [ Wa: 5 Cl:11 ] Hinkflink Twistnozzle of the Nexus 
Hel [ Ra:30 Th:30 Cl:30 ] Bomrir. 
 
The Office of the TFC Housing Authority 
[Exits: west] 
(Invis) (Hide) (Light Red Aura) Ghazkull is here. 
(White Aura) Wendell waits patiently while you decide where to live. 
 
 
Entrance to Temple Courtyard 
[Exits: west up] 
 
Ghazkull nods in recognition to her. 
 
Aphelion raises her eyebrow. 
 
Ghazkull says (in common), 'I'm glad I've run into you today.'. 
 
Aphelion folds her arms over her chest, leaning back against the bannister. 
 
Ghazkull says (in common), 'I mean no ill will, Aphelion. I have come to try and explain.'. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), 'I am listening.'. 
 
Ghazkull nods. 
 
Ghazkull looks at her. 
 
Ghazkull says (in common), 'Firstly, I would like to say that I did not attack you for pleasure. It was out of neccessity. I have been charged with a Quest of Mastery.'. 
 
Aphelion regards you in silence, listening. 
 
Ghazkull says (in common), 'One of my tasks was to Cut the Threads of various creatures around the realm... Or.. Kill a Mortal Kindred.'. 
 
Aphelion slides her tongue over her fangs from behind closed lips. 
 
Ghazkull says (in common), 'The tasks I have been set are many and varied, I sought to avoid many of them by killing you.'. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), 'That is not a particularly large pool of individuals.'. 
 
Ghazkull shakes his head. 
Ghazkull says (in common), 'At the present time, You are the only one that has presented themselves to me while I have been in a capacity to fight.'. 
 
Aphelion glances down at herself. 
Aphelion says (in common), 'I suppose I am a bit less terrifying a choice than, say, the Eldest'. 
 
Ghazkull snickers softly. 
Ghazkull shudders from the sheer thought of it. 
Ghazkull says (in common), 'Yes... The Eldest would have had me for breakfast, lunch and tea.'. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), 'Are you here to explain or to gain forgiveness and absolution?'. 
 
Ghazkull says (in common), 'I do not know. I did not come seeking forgiveness. I guess I came to explain my actions, and to apologize. It is not in my nature to attack people without cause, but I must complete the tasks set before me. If you choose to forgive me, Then that is good, but if you do not... Well, I cannot say that I would blame you.'. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), 'where did this quest come from?'. 
 
Ghazkull says (in common), 'it was granted to me by the Lady Weaver, Cordir. By my Goddess'. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), 'yet you have the aura of the Wyld '. 
 
Ghazkull nods. 
Ghazkull says (in common), 'Another Task of my Quest is to serve the Wyld for 3x3x3 days.'. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), 'You worshipped Cordir when you attacked? And did so at her command?'. 
 
Ghazkull says (in common), 'I was commanded to kill a Mortal Kindred and the Quest was given to me by Her and the Wyldess.'. 
 
Aphelion considers. 
 
Ghazkull says (in common), 'So I suppose you could say that I was ordered to.'. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), 'I am a soldier. I am commanded in war to take lives. As are those who stand opposed against me. I bear them no ill will. If your act was one by Command then I consider you as I would a fellow soldier on the other side of the field, and bear you no ill will'. 
 
Ghazkull nods in recognition to you. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), 'that said, if you want _my_ forgiveness... I ask a demonstration of good faith'. 
 
Ghazkull says (in common), 'I did not ask for forgiveness, the actions were mine. I accept the responsibility of them. But I will do what I must to demonstrate my good faith.'. 
 
Aphelion nods upwards. "Trust me." 
 
Lower Temple Courtyard 
[Exits: north east south west up down] 
 
Ghazkull nods in recognition to her. 
 
Aphelion steps close, her height a match to his. She lets her breath play over his skin. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), 'don't. Move.'. 
 
Aphelion pauses to see if he will stop her. 
 
Ghazkull stands resolute, a curious look on his face. 
 
Aphelion tilts her head to one side and bares her fangs, leaning close to barely close - but not pierce - on his throat. 
 
Ghazkull stiffens slightly but remains in position. 
 
Aphelion lets him feel her fangs on his pulse of a single heartbeat's time. 
 
Aphelion nods in recognition to him. 
Aphelion leaves down. 
 
Entrance to Temple Courtyard 
[Exits: west up] 
 
Ghazkull nods. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), 'I would not have ill will between those who are .. in some regard .. family'. 
 
Ghazkull steadies himself as the Angel starts jumping gleefully up and down on his shoulder. 
Ghazkull mutters, 'Now is _not_ the time, Wyldling' 
 
Ghazkull's head twitches slightly as the angel tugs on his hair. 
Ghazkull's head twitches slightly as the Angel leans in to whisper something in his ear. 
 
Ghazkull whispers something to the tiny angel, who responds with a sharp kick to the side of his head! 
Ghazkull winces. Ouch! 
 
Ghazkull mutters, 'Later, we shall.' 
 
Ghazkull turns back to the Kindred, 'I apologise, My... Guide, can be a little restless. 
 
Raage ftells, 'greets'. 
 
Raage arrives from the west. 
Raage leaves west. 
 
Raage ftells, 'what's going on?'. 
 
Ghazkull says (in common), 'Seems I am popular'. 
 
Ghazkull covers his ears as the angel cackles Wyldly! 
 
Raage says (in common), 'waiting for a mob?'. 
 
Ghazkull shakes his head. 
 
Raage looks at Aphelion. 
 
Ghazkull says (in common), 'I was... Making reparations for my actions'. 
 
Raage nods. 
Raage says (in common), 'well then...enjoy'. 
 
Raage leaves west. 
 
Aphelion ftells, 'sorry was afk for work'. 
 
Ghazkull nods. 
 
Aphelion glances at the restless creature on his shoulder. 
 
Aphelion ftells, 'he attacked me a few days ago'. 
Aphelion ftells, 'and was explaining why'. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), 'what is her name?'. 
Aphelion says (in common), 'and what is her nature?'. 
 
Ghazkull says (in common), 'I do not know her name, She has not told me...'. 
 
Ghazkull admits, 'Although I have never asked' 
 
Aphelion says (in common), 'Have you asked?'. 
Aphelion snickers softly. 
 
Ghazkull says (in common), 'as for her nature, she appears to be Wyld. She is constantly whispering ideas to me to help me understand the Wyld. She and my Bonded do not get on.'. 
 
Aphelion absentmindedly toys with one of her fangs with her tongue as some sort of pondering. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), 'Hm. I haven't ever seen such a creature, but being bound to law ... I haven't much truck with the Wyld '. 
 
Ghazkull chuckles, evidently amused. 
Ghazkull says (in common), 'Neither had I, a... gift from the Archmage while I am on my Quest.'. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), 'Archmage?'. 
 
Ghazkull says (in common), 'Belsambar. A title given to him by my Bonded.'. 
 
Aphelion coughs to cover a chuckle. 
 
Ghazkull says (in common), 'I have heard him named it so much by her that it kinda stuck with me'. 
Ghazkull shrugs. 
 
Aphelion says dryly, "Belsambar." She nods slightly, evidently amused. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), 'to whom are you Bound?'. 
 
Ghazkull says (in common), 'Almond?'. 
Ghazkull coughs. 
 
Ghazkull says (in common), 'I mean..'. 
Ghazkull says (in common), 'Samiyah is her name, She is the Desert Bard.'. 
 
Aphelion raises her eyebrow. 
Aphelion appears to recognize the name. 
 
Ghazkull says (in common), 'Almond is my... pet name for her.'. 
Ghazkull blushes. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), '..Venom has spoken of her.'. 
 
Ghazkull scowls in distaste at the name. 
 
Aphelion chuckles. 
Aphelion says (in common), 'a common reaction'. 
 
Ghazkull nods. 
 
Aphelion bows with military precision. 
 
(end scene)

Aphelion

2016-09-01T21:51:11Z

Aphelion: /* Personal Timeline: */

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|status = Semi-Active
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|race = {{Race|Human}} ([[Kindred (Vampires)|Kindred]])
|hometown = [[Riverhold]]
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|last_seen =
|followed = [[DarkClaw]]
|spouse =
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|children =
|relatives = Briefly squired to [[Venom]]
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[[Category:Kindred/Vampire]]
== Mud Contributions: ==
Aphelion was an aggressive competitor in the 2014 TFC Olympics, and took 4th place in the overall individual standings. Her efforts scored 57% of [[The Lost Ones|Team Lost]]'s 3rd place finish in the overall competition. 
 

== Current Description (Feb 11, 2015) ==
A calm, closed expression casts an icy shadow over the unusually lovely
features of this soldier. Her movements hold more leonine strength than
a gazelle's grace. Lush garnet lips are barely parted by the protrusion
of sharp fangs, silvery eyes darkened to steel gray with Hunger unsated.
Her long, crimson-streaked black hair is bound in a single braid to keep
it out of her face in combat or when she Feeds.

===Dressing for the Kindred Masquerade: Dec 20, 2014===
Bright silver eyes gaze back at you from behind the mysterious barrier of a
black raven mask of suede and feathers. The beak of the mask is open, as if
in a scream of victory as she gathers the spirits of the slain. The pungent
scent of death and misery clings to the form of the entity before you and a
ghostly mist trails behind her, as if for this one night, she has become an
Incarna of the Morrigan - the Carrion Crow - in truth and not masquerade.

Aphelion has a special twinkle in her eye.
Aphelion is in perfect health.

Aphelion is using:
<used as light> (Powerful magic) (Glowing) the Rod of Magic
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Transient Glow) A Memento of Hope Lost
<worn on finger> (Moderate magic) (Glowing) (Humming) a ring of violet diamonds
<worn around neck> (Token magic) a single glossy black feather
<worn around neck> a high collar of black suede and sable feathers
<worn on body> a form-fitting gown of black velvet with a feathered bodice
<worn on head> a beaked raven mask of black leather and sable feathers
<worn on legs> (Red Aura) sheer black silk stockings
<worn on arms> long, wing-like sleeves of sable feathers
<worn about body> (Moderate magic) a feather cloak
<worn around wrist> a set of bangles
<worn around wrist> a set of bangles
<wielded> a raven's claw
<wielded off-hand> a raven's claw
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra
<worn with pride> a scarlet ribbon bearing a medallion of nickel
<worn with pride> a badge, a pin, 4 ribbons

===(02/05/14): ===
Her struggle to control a new and unbearable Thirst is written all over the
unusually lovely features of this soldier. Her lush crimson lips are parted
by the protrusion of sharp fangs, her silvery eyes darkened to an icy steel
gray. Her long, crimson-streaked black hair is bound back to keep it out of
her face and from becoming stained when she relents and slakes her Hunger.
Drawing on her military training and deeply ingrained self-discipline, she
focuses on the impossible task ahead: to turn this unwelcome Rebirth into
a useful tool or weapon, instead of the curse that has ended her bloodline
and stripped her of all that she held dear. Her hands shift restlessly at
her sides, callouses visible on her palms from her weapon haft. Impeccable
armor, carefully maintained, wards her tall frame, but here and there, the
removal of insignia has left small scars upon its surface, another sign of
what has been Lost.
 
===01/06/2014===
With eyes like the halo of frost around a silvery full moon, the woman
before you has an icy calm and reserve that is almost unsettling. Her
demeanor is that of one born to privilege - and you can almost hear an
father's regretful, almost mournful tone: 'If only she had been born a
man!' Her piercing gaze sees through facades and self-illusion as she
might through cold morning dew, through challenges and deceptions like
the movement of pieces upon an inlaid chess board and through flattery
and seduction like the scant veil of an oathbreaking nun. Her hair is
arranged into a noblewoman's coronet, an intricate arrangement of ebon
strands, twin streaks of scarlet from her temples drawing your eye. To
underestimate her as simply a woman of means, however, would be error:
Her posture has the composed strength of one as capable in the courts,
be it Cillidellia or D'Or D'Terraithe, as on the blood-soaked field of
honor or glory.

== WHO Lists: ==
01/07/14 - Hum [ Cl: 8 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/13/14 - Hum [ Ra: 9 Cl: 9 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/17/14 - Hum [ Tg: 9 Cl: 9 Ra: 9 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/20/14 - Hum [ Cl:12 Tg:12 Ra:12 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
01/25/14 - Hum [ Cl:17 Ra:15 Tg:15 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
01/27/14 - Hum [ Ra:17 Cl:18 Tg:15 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
02/03/14 - Hum [ Cl:22 Tg:18 Ra:18 ] Aphelion has Lost her family name.
03/02/14 - Hum [ Tg:25 Ra:25 Cl:25 ] Aphelion has lost more than her family name
04/29/14 - Hum [ Ra:28 Cl:29 Tg:28 ] Aphelion: so much Lost, so much Gained
06/18/14 - Hum [ Ra:29 Cl:30 Tg:29 ] Aphelion: so much Lost..
06/20/14 - Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion: so much Lost..
09/01/16 - Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion hides nary a sin. Kindred. Lost.
 

== Character History: ==
===Part I===
It is not the endless repetition of my tutors that was the musical score of my childhood – it was the cadence of marching feet and the calling of drills that echoed through the courtyard of the manor. Father took his duties as a captain of the Kayrron Guard seriously and the men at arms of our household were put through their paces no less rigorously than those of the city. As soon as I could hold a stick, I would mimic them from the balcony of my chamber, which had a bird’s eye view of their movements – far more interesting than practicing embroidery or canning preserves. Father indulged me, so long as my instructors gave me good marks, once bragging to a friend that I was a more apt student than most of his two-year cadets. 

After his service to the guard was up, Father could have become a condottieri, but instead, decided to continue his service to Kayrron, as an ambassador. Cookery and the laying in of herbs were replaced with geography and language. We left behind the safety of our manor and moved in different circles: glittering courts with bright flowers and stalking creatures, intrigues and shadow dealings. I learned to wear the plumage and blend in with the other doves, despite a hawk’s heart, all while using my eyes to see and my ears to hear that which would assist my father in his negotiations. Hated lessons in dance mingled with memorizing the lineage of the Great Houses and the proper placement of forks -- and daggers. Whispers followed, of course – the false pity for a girl with a mother lost in childbirth, dragged about by a father more accustomed to the field of honor than the field of politics. I learned to ignore it; those lessons would prove handy. 

Years passed; my world was my father and my governess, Shuvalriel, and our travels. I saw the gleaming spires of Cillidellia, travelled the ancient roads of the North, picked mushrooms in caves beneath dwarven cities, listened silently and veiled in vast deserts, knelt in prayer beneath a night sky, and learned of the One I would accept as my deity. Shuvalriel was pleased when I pledged to Onieros, dark Father of Dreams to the Drow elves. Her schooling in her native tongue had been peppered with ritual songs and tales of adventure. 

I noticed first; the paleness to his features. The way that Father’s breath would sometimes catch unexpectedly during moments of exertion. His pace had slowed; it was to be expected, given the weight that soldiering buries deep in the bones. In his advanced years, old wounds pained him more, but this was something else, something more pernicious. None of the remedies in any of the lands we had travelled gave him comfort. I hired sages and priests to no avail; none could cure him, only ease the pain somewhat. 

We returned to the manor in Kayrron for the first time in a decade and I sought out the oldest shelves of the library, seeking some mention of anything that could stave off this malady. There, I found a whisper of it: the blood of the Kindred was rumored to be a cure for any ailment. While Kindred were not uncommon in Kayrron, a recent edict by the Prince had sent them all into hiding, upon threat of meeting the sun – it appears his Highness had not appreciated the attentions of his favorite paramour being distracted by their presence. I would have to seek them elsewhere. 

This is my quest; to find the cure. 
 
----
 
===Part II===
'''Excerpt from the Court Record, Kayrron Archivist''' 
Appended to Familia Seremela Annotation, Winter Moon, 23rd Year of the Reign of Arcon the Just 
Word has been received from the Frontier Lands that the last living scion of House Seremela has passed. As Ambassador Seremela left no other heir, his estates and holdings will be held in trust by the Crown until an acknowledged member of the lineage may be found. 
 
'''Personal Notes, Kayrron Archivist''' 
'While it cannot enter the Records of the Court, the attached is documented for historical purposes. - A.' 
 
''"Honored Lady Albertha -'' 
''I must first start this missive with my thanks for all that you have done for my House, my revered Father, and myself. Your tireless research was invaluable, even though my own search was fruitless. The cure was found, but its cost was that which I hoped most to guard. It is, in truth, the sanguis mortis that might have saved my Father; a cure which he has long refused, when first we entertained that possibility. It is a bittersweet agony that within my breast, I now hold both cure and damnation. In its pursuit, a moment's civility became my undoing. I am mortal no more; a Kindred's thirst wracks me and the Queen of Night and Shadow commands my loyalty as my Maker, not the Head of my House or my Crown. I fear that this news will be the death of my Father. Better that he should think me lost on my journey, than this. I praythee, seal this record until after his death. By the laws of my beloved Kayrron, I cannot inherit. I have found some hint of remnants of an ancient line of House Seremela here in the Outlands, but both are broken women who have renounced all of who they are, or are in a state of unknowing. Let it pass to the matrilineal line, if an Heir can be found.'' 
''With all my respect, '' 
''I remain eternally,'' 
''Aphelion Morwen Elizabeth Seremela"'' 
 
----
 
===Part III ===
 
It appears that I am unique amongst the Queen's Chylder - the sole product of Her frenzy. All others were created with deliberation, or in moments of tenderness or passion. I think it likely the cause of Her distance: I am a badge of shame. My presence is a reminder of the depths to which She fell, violating my consent to the deepest extent possible. 
 
As clear as the sun, I recall Her standing some distance away, arms folded, watching me writhe and scream out my life upon the cold stone floor. 
"This is the part I hate," she murmured to her lover as I succumbed. No words of comfort, of guidance, but simply annoyance. 
Since that moment, I have not had a moment's kindness from Her; only duty. I am a true-born Seremela, a veteran of the Six League War, and my father's daughter - I will not grovel for Her attention. Never has our Bond been one of openness and communion; it is no welcoming archway, but a barred gate, through which I can see what might have been. Few of the Lost acknowledge my existence, although the Eldest knows that I am his to command. Little Eluch, hag-ridden and cursed, is only a shadow of the playful boy that teased and trusted in those early days. Mayhem, thankfully, is gone; at least I need not hear his tormenting mockery. The rest I give what is required by duty and courtesy and no more. I avoid Her temple, and instead prowl the Night in solitude, just as I mastered my Thirst in solitude, sweating blood, my jaw clenched against the inferno of need within. 
I have no use for most others, though from time to time, there are those who pique my interest. Bright motes of color amidst the shadow, drawing the eye and the attention for a moment, then fading away with their brief, butterfly lives. I prefer the stillness and the cold over the fire and fervor of humanity, with its tempting blood. I am not one of those who can live amongst them, savoring the torment of their nearness. I am proud to say that I have taken only those who face me in combat, who have a fighting chance. Never an innocent and never in the fervor of passion, but with the same regard and respect I gave those who stood against me upon the field of battle. 
I have found a place where I can rest unmolested, letting the siren call of Night flow over me without disturbing my torpor. The gravekeeper is paid well to keep away the curious, and if I become a bedtime story mothers tell their children to keep them fearful of and safe from that which the Moon reveals, well, so much the better. May Onieros grant them sweeter dreams than mine. 

== Trivia: ==
* Aphelion is the fifth vampire created by [[DarkClaw]]
 
== Player Provided Information: ==
 
== Personal Timeline: ==
01/06/14: Aphelion is created: '''[[A Solider Takes The Field]]''' 
01/08/14: '''[[Aphelion meets Venom]]''' again. 
01/20/14: Aphelion swears personal fealty to [[Venom]] for a year and a day: '''[[Aphelion is Squired]]''' 
01/21/14: Aphelion is attacked by [[Ort]] and harassed by [[Sagan]] when she responds with silence. Sagan says (in common), 'Aphelion's not talking much, her mouth is probably full. :('. As an unaligned, the Rule of Three is not honored, having not been requested in advance. 
01/25/14: Aphelion is slain by [[Ort]]. Determined to put this shame behind her, she gains nine ascensions in the next 36 hours. 
01/28/14: Aphelion is slain by [[Zephyr]]. 
01/30/14: Upon hearing of Aphelion's failures in combat, '''[[Venom Gives a Scolding]]'''. 
02/03/14: Against her will, Aphelion is Turned by [[DarkClaw]] when she makes the mistake of offering the out-of-control vampire a blood oath, after her term of service is abruptly ended by [[Venom|Mayhem]]: '''[[Aphelion's End]]''' 
02/05/14: Aphelion fights to learn: '''[[To Control Her Thirst]]''' 
'''[[02/08/14]]''': Aphelion wins the Olympic Rings Scavenger Hunt, with some assistance from [[Belsambar]] with the Black Ring. She spends time speaking with Eluch and training herself to control her Thirst. 
02/09/14: Aphelion enters the Olympic Haiku, but does not place: Battle lines are drawn / Pawns facing across a board / Who will win today? She meets Ghazkull for the first time. '''[[Kindred Meets Kindred]]''' 
'''[[02/12/2014|02/12/14]]''': Aphelion meets Arn. 
02/25/14: [[Tynian]] announces the final standings, and Aphelion takes fourth place in the overall. Her efforts help push Team Lost to the Bronze Medal, with 57% of their total score coming from Aphelion's contributions. 
06/20/14: At the request of [[Nicholai|The Eldest]], Aphelion seeks and obtains her final Ascension, witnessed by [[DarkClaw]] and [[Orpik]]. 
07/15/15: Aphelion is attacked thrice by [[Ghazkull]] in an attempt to complete one of the requirements of Wyld for his Triat Mastery Quest. He is unsuccessful. 
07/17/15: The Triat Initiate provides an explanation for his attacks, and acquiesces to Aphelion's required act of contrition: '''[[Ghazkull's Contrition]]'''

== Player Information: ==

Aphelion

2016-09-01T21:46:11Z

Aphelion: /* Personal Timeline: */

{{Info pc
|name = Aphelion Morwen Elizabeth Seremela
|incarnation = VI
|styled_as =
|imm_rank =
|created = January 6, 2014
|status = Semi-Active
|retire_date =
|race = {{Race|Human}} ([[Kindred (Vampires)|Kindred]])
|hometown = [[Riverhold]]
|classes = {{Class|Cleric}} {{Class|Ranger}} {{Class|Thug}}
|last_seen =
|followed = [[DarkClaw]]
|spouse =
|partner =
|parents =
|children =
|relatives = Briefly squired to [[Venom]]
|areas_written =
|immorted_on =
|following =
|portfolio =
}}
[[File:Aphelion Seremela.jpg|350px|thumb|left]]
[[Category:Kindred/Vampire]]
== Mud Contributions: ==
Aphelion was an aggressive competitor in the 2014 TFC Olympics, and took 4th place in the overall individual standings. Her efforts scored 57% of [[The Lost Ones|Team Lost]]'s 3rd place finish in the overall competition. 
 

== Current Description (Feb 11, 2015) ==
A calm, closed expression casts an icy shadow over the unusually lovely
features of this soldier. Her movements hold more leonine strength than
a gazelle's grace. Lush garnet lips are barely parted by the protrusion
of sharp fangs, silvery eyes darkened to steel gray with Hunger unsated.
Her long, crimson-streaked black hair is bound in a single braid to keep
it out of her face in combat or when she Feeds.

===Dressing for the Kindred Masquerade: Dec 20, 2014===
Bright silver eyes gaze back at you from behind the mysterious barrier of a
black raven mask of suede and feathers. The beak of the mask is open, as if
in a scream of victory as she gathers the spirits of the slain. The pungent
scent of death and misery clings to the form of the entity before you and a
ghostly mist trails behind her, as if for this one night, she has become an
Incarna of the Morrigan - the Carrion Crow - in truth and not masquerade.

Aphelion has a special twinkle in her eye.
Aphelion is in perfect health.

Aphelion is using:
<used as light> (Powerful magic) (Glowing) the Rod of Magic
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Transient Glow) A Memento of Hope Lost
<worn on finger> (Moderate magic) (Glowing) (Humming) a ring of violet diamonds
<worn around neck> (Token magic) a single glossy black feather
<worn around neck> a high collar of black suede and sable feathers
<worn on body> a form-fitting gown of black velvet with a feathered bodice
<worn on head> a beaked raven mask of black leather and sable feathers
<worn on legs> (Red Aura) sheer black silk stockings
<worn on arms> long, wing-like sleeves of sable feathers
<worn about body> (Moderate magic) a feather cloak
<worn around wrist> a set of bangles
<worn around wrist> a set of bangles
<wielded> a raven's claw
<wielded off-hand> a raven's claw
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra
<worn with pride> a scarlet ribbon bearing a medallion of nickel
<worn with pride> a badge, a pin, 4 ribbons

===(02/05/14): ===
Her struggle to control a new and unbearable Thirst is written all over the
unusually lovely features of this soldier. Her lush crimson lips are parted
by the protrusion of sharp fangs, her silvery eyes darkened to an icy steel
gray. Her long, crimson-streaked black hair is bound back to keep it out of
her face and from becoming stained when she relents and slakes her Hunger.
Drawing on her military training and deeply ingrained self-discipline, she
focuses on the impossible task ahead: to turn this unwelcome Rebirth into
a useful tool or weapon, instead of the curse that has ended her bloodline
and stripped her of all that she held dear. Her hands shift restlessly at
her sides, callouses visible on her palms from her weapon haft. Impeccable
armor, carefully maintained, wards her tall frame, but here and there, the
removal of insignia has left small scars upon its surface, another sign of
what has been Lost.
 
===01/06/2014===
With eyes like the halo of frost around a silvery full moon, the woman
before you has an icy calm and reserve that is almost unsettling. Her
demeanor is that of one born to privilege - and you can almost hear an
father's regretful, almost mournful tone: 'If only she had been born a
man!' Her piercing gaze sees through facades and self-illusion as she
might through cold morning dew, through challenges and deceptions like
the movement of pieces upon an inlaid chess board and through flattery
and seduction like the scant veil of an oathbreaking nun. Her hair is
arranged into a noblewoman's coronet, an intricate arrangement of ebon
strands, twin streaks of scarlet from her temples drawing your eye. To
underestimate her as simply a woman of means, however, would be error:
Her posture has the composed strength of one as capable in the courts,
be it Cillidellia or D'Or D'Terraithe, as on the blood-soaked field of
honor or glory.

== WHO Lists: ==
01/07/14 - Hum [ Cl: 8 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/13/14 - Hum [ Ra: 9 Cl: 9 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/17/14 - Hum [ Tg: 9 Cl: 9 Ra: 9 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/20/14 - Hum [ Cl:12 Tg:12 Ra:12 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
01/25/14 - Hum [ Cl:17 Ra:15 Tg:15 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
01/27/14 - Hum [ Ra:17 Cl:18 Tg:15 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
02/03/14 - Hum [ Cl:22 Tg:18 Ra:18 ] Aphelion has Lost her family name.
03/02/14 - Hum [ Tg:25 Ra:25 Cl:25 ] Aphelion has lost more than her family name
04/29/14 - Hum [ Ra:28 Cl:29 Tg:28 ] Aphelion: so much Lost, so much Gained
06/18/14 - Hum [ Ra:29 Cl:30 Tg:29 ] Aphelion: so much Lost..
06/20/14 - Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion: so much Lost..
09/01/16 - Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion hides nary a sin. Kindred. Lost.
 

== Character History: ==
===Part I===
It is not the endless repetition of my tutors that was the musical score of my childhood – it was the cadence of marching feet and the calling of drills that echoed through the courtyard of the manor. Father took his duties as a captain of the Kayrron Guard seriously and the men at arms of our household were put through their paces no less rigorously than those of the city. As soon as I could hold a stick, I would mimic them from the balcony of my chamber, which had a bird’s eye view of their movements – far more interesting than practicing embroidery or canning preserves. Father indulged me, so long as my instructors gave me good marks, once bragging to a friend that I was a more apt student than most of his two-year cadets. 

After his service to the guard was up, Father could have become a condottieri, but instead, decided to continue his service to Kayrron, as an ambassador. Cookery and the laying in of herbs were replaced with geography and language. We left behind the safety of our manor and moved in different circles: glittering courts with bright flowers and stalking creatures, intrigues and shadow dealings. I learned to wear the plumage and blend in with the other doves, despite a hawk’s heart, all while using my eyes to see and my ears to hear that which would assist my father in his negotiations. Hated lessons in dance mingled with memorizing the lineage of the Great Houses and the proper placement of forks -- and daggers. Whispers followed, of course – the false pity for a girl with a mother lost in childbirth, dragged about by a father more accustomed to the field of honor than the field of politics. I learned to ignore it; those lessons would prove handy. 

Years passed; my world was my father and my governess, Shuvalriel, and our travels. I saw the gleaming spires of Cillidellia, travelled the ancient roads of the North, picked mushrooms in caves beneath dwarven cities, listened silently and veiled in vast deserts, knelt in prayer beneath a night sky, and learned of the One I would accept as my deity. Shuvalriel was pleased when I pledged to Onieros, dark Father of Dreams to the Drow elves. Her schooling in her native tongue had been peppered with ritual songs and tales of adventure. 

I noticed first; the paleness to his features. The way that Father’s breath would sometimes catch unexpectedly during moments of exertion. His pace had slowed; it was to be expected, given the weight that soldiering buries deep in the bones. In his advanced years, old wounds pained him more, but this was something else, something more pernicious. None of the remedies in any of the lands we had travelled gave him comfort. I hired sages and priests to no avail; none could cure him, only ease the pain somewhat. 

We returned to the manor in Kayrron for the first time in a decade and I sought out the oldest shelves of the library, seeking some mention of anything that could stave off this malady. There, I found a whisper of it: the blood of the Kindred was rumored to be a cure for any ailment. While Kindred were not uncommon in Kayrron, a recent edict by the Prince had sent them all into hiding, upon threat of meeting the sun – it appears his Highness had not appreciated the attentions of his favorite paramour being distracted by their presence. I would have to seek them elsewhere. 

This is my quest; to find the cure. 
 
----
 
===Part II===
'''Excerpt from the Court Record, Kayrron Archivist''' 
Appended to Familia Seremela Annotation, Winter Moon, 23rd Year of the Reign of Arcon the Just 
Word has been received from the Frontier Lands that the last living scion of House Seremela has passed. As Ambassador Seremela left no other heir, his estates and holdings will be held in trust by the Crown until an acknowledged member of the lineage may be found. 
 
'''Personal Notes, Kayrron Archivist''' 
'While it cannot enter the Records of the Court, the attached is documented for historical purposes. - A.' 
 
''"Honored Lady Albertha -'' 
''I must first start this missive with my thanks for all that you have done for my House, my revered Father, and myself. Your tireless research was invaluable, even though my own search was fruitless. The cure was found, but its cost was that which I hoped most to guard. It is, in truth, the sanguis mortis that might have saved my Father; a cure which he has long refused, when first we entertained that possibility. It is a bittersweet agony that within my breast, I now hold both cure and damnation. In its pursuit, a moment's civility became my undoing. I am mortal no more; a Kindred's thirst wracks me and the Queen of Night and Shadow commands my loyalty as my Maker, not the Head of my House or my Crown. I fear that this news will be the death of my Father. Better that he should think me lost on my journey, than this. I praythee, seal this record until after his death. By the laws of my beloved Kayrron, I cannot inherit. I have found some hint of remnants of an ancient line of House Seremela here in the Outlands, but both are broken women who have renounced all of who they are, or are in a state of unknowing. Let it pass to the matrilineal line, if an Heir can be found.'' 
''With all my respect, '' 
''I remain eternally,'' 
''Aphelion Morwen Elizabeth Seremela"'' 
 
----
 
===Part III ===
 
It appears that I am unique amongst the Queen's Chylder - the sole product of Her frenzy. All others were created with deliberation, or in moments of tenderness or passion. I think it likely the cause of Her distance: I am a badge of shame. My presence is a reminder of the depths to which She fell, violating my consent to the deepest extent possible. 
 
As clear as the sun, I recall Her standing some distance away, arms folded, watching me writhe and scream out my life upon the cold stone floor. 
"This is the part I hate," she murmured to her lover as I succumbed. No words of comfort, of guidance, but simply annoyance. 
Since that moment, I have not had a moment's kindness from Her; only duty. I am a true-born Seremela, a veteran of the Six League War, and my father's daughter - I will not grovel for Her attention. Never has our Bond been one of openness and communion; it is no welcoming archway, but a barred gate, through which I can see what might have been. Few of the Lost acknowledge my existence, although the Eldest knows that I am his to command. Little Eluch, hag-ridden and cursed, is only a shadow of the playful boy that teased and trusted in those early days. Mayhem, thankfully, is gone; at least I need not hear his tormenting mockery. The rest I give what is required by duty and courtesy and no more. I avoid Her temple, and instead prowl the Night in solitude, just as I mastered my Thirst in solitude, sweating blood, my jaw clenched against the inferno of need within. 
I have no use for most others, though from time to time, there are those who pique my interest. Bright motes of color amidst the shadow, drawing the eye and the attention for a moment, then fading away with their brief, butterfly lives. I prefer the stillness and the cold over the fire and fervor of humanity, with its tempting blood. I am not one of those who can live amongst them, savoring the torment of their nearness. I am proud to say that I have taken only those who face me in combat, who have a fighting chance. Never an innocent and never in the fervor of passion, but with the same regard and respect I gave those who stood against me upon the field of battle. 
I have found a place where I can rest unmolested, letting the siren call of Night flow over me without disturbing my torpor. The gravekeeper is paid well to keep away the curious, and if I become a bedtime story mothers tell their children to keep them fearful of and safe from that which the Moon reveals, well, so much the better. May Onieros grant them sweeter dreams than mine. 

== Trivia: ==
* Aphelion is the fifth vampire created by [[DarkClaw]]
 
== Player Provided Information: ==
 
== Personal Timeline: ==
01/06/14: Aphelion is created: '''[[A Solider Takes The Field]]''' 
01/08/14: '''[[Aphelion meets Venom]]''' again. 
01/20/14: Aphelion swears personal fealty to [[Venom]] for a year and a day: '''[[Aphelion is Squired]]''' 
01/21/14: Aphelion is attacked by [[Ort]] and harassed by [[Sagan]] when she responds with silence. Sagan says (in common), 'Aphelion's not talking much, her mouth is probably full. :('. As an unaligned, the Rule of Three is not honored, having not been requested in advance. 
01/25/14: Aphelion is slain by [[Ort]]. Determined to put this shame behind her, she gains nine ascensions in the next 36 hours. 
01/28/14: Aphelion is slain by [[Zephyr]]. 
01/30/14: Upon hearing of Aphelion's failures in combat, '''[[Venom Gives a Scolding]]'''. 
02/03/14: Against her will, Aphelion is Turned by [[DarkClaw]] when she makes the mistake of offering the out-of-control vampire a blood oath, after her term of service is abruptly ended by [[Venom|Mayhem]]: '''[[Aphelion's End]]''' 
02/05/14: Aphelion fights to learn: '''[[To Control Her Thirst]]''' 
'''[[02/08/14]]''': Aphelion wins the Olympic Rings Scavenger Hunt, with some assistance from [[Belsambar]] with the Black Ring. She spends time speaking with Eluch and training herself to control her Thirst. 
02/09/14: Aphelion enters the Olympic Haiku, but does not place: Battle lines are drawn / Pawns facing across a board / Who will win today? She meets Ghazkull for the first time. '''[[Kindred Meets Kindred]]''' 
'''[[02/12/2014|02/12/14]]''': Aphelion meets Arn. 
02/25/14: [[Tynian]] announces the final standings, and Aphelion takes fourth place in the overall. Her efforts help push Team Lost to the Bronze Medal, with 57% of their total score coming from Aphelion's contributions. 
06/20/14: At the request of [[Nicholai|The Eldest]], Aphelion seeks and obtains her final Ascension, witnessed by [[DarkClaw]] and [[Orpik]]. 
07/15/15: Aphelion is attacked thrice by [[Ghazkull]] in an attempt to complete one of the requirements of Wyld for his Triat Mastery Quest. He is unsuccessful. 
07/17/15: The Triat Initiate provides an explanation for his attacks, and acquiesces to Aphelion's required act of contrition.

== Player Information: ==

Kindred Meets Kindred

2016-09-01T21:45:49Z

Aphelion: Kindred Meets Kindred

Aphelion

2016-09-01T21:41:40Z

Aphelion: /* Personal Timeline: */

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|incarnation = VI
|styled_as =
|imm_rank =
|created = January 6, 2014
|status = Semi-Active
|retire_date =
|race = {{Race|Human}} ([[Kindred (Vampires)|Kindred]])
|hometown = [[Riverhold]]
|classes = {{Class|Cleric}} {{Class|Ranger}} {{Class|Thug}}
|last_seen =
|followed = [[DarkClaw]]
|spouse =
|partner =
|parents =
|children =
|relatives = Briefly squired to [[Venom]]
|areas_written =
|immorted_on =
|following =
|portfolio =
}}
[[File:Aphelion Seremela.jpg|350px|thumb|left]]
[[Category:Kindred/Vampire]]
== Mud Contributions: ==
Aphelion was an aggressive competitor in the 2014 TFC Olympics, and took 4th place in the overall individual standings. Her efforts scored 57% of [[The Lost Ones|Team Lost]]'s 3rd place finish in the overall competition. 
 

== Current Description (Feb 11, 2015) ==
A calm, closed expression casts an icy shadow over the unusually lovely
features of this soldier. Her movements hold more leonine strength than
a gazelle's grace. Lush garnet lips are barely parted by the protrusion
of sharp fangs, silvery eyes darkened to steel gray with Hunger unsated.
Her long, crimson-streaked black hair is bound in a single braid to keep
it out of her face in combat or when she Feeds.

===Dressing for the Kindred Masquerade: Dec 20, 2014===
Bright silver eyes gaze back at you from behind the mysterious barrier of a
black raven mask of suede and feathers. The beak of the mask is open, as if
in a scream of victory as she gathers the spirits of the slain. The pungent
scent of death and misery clings to the form of the entity before you and a
ghostly mist trails behind her, as if for this one night, she has become an
Incarna of the Morrigan - the Carrion Crow - in truth and not masquerade.

Aphelion has a special twinkle in her eye.
Aphelion is in perfect health.

Aphelion is using:
<used as light> (Powerful magic) (Glowing) the Rod of Magic
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Transient Glow) A Memento of Hope Lost
<worn on finger> (Moderate magic) (Glowing) (Humming) a ring of violet diamonds
<worn around neck> (Token magic) a single glossy black feather
<worn around neck> a high collar of black suede and sable feathers
<worn on body> a form-fitting gown of black velvet with a feathered bodice
<worn on head> a beaked raven mask of black leather and sable feathers
<worn on legs> (Red Aura) sheer black silk stockings
<worn on arms> long, wing-like sleeves of sable feathers
<worn about body> (Moderate magic) a feather cloak
<worn around wrist> a set of bangles
<worn around wrist> a set of bangles
<wielded> a raven's claw
<wielded off-hand> a raven's claw
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra
<worn with pride> a scarlet ribbon bearing a medallion of nickel
<worn with pride> a badge, a pin, 4 ribbons

===(02/05/14): ===
Her struggle to control a new and unbearable Thirst is written all over the
unusually lovely features of this soldier. Her lush crimson lips are parted
by the protrusion of sharp fangs, her silvery eyes darkened to an icy steel
gray. Her long, crimson-streaked black hair is bound back to keep it out of
her face and from becoming stained when she relents and slakes her Hunger.
Drawing on her military training and deeply ingrained self-discipline, she
focuses on the impossible task ahead: to turn this unwelcome Rebirth into
a useful tool or weapon, instead of the curse that has ended her bloodline
and stripped her of all that she held dear. Her hands shift restlessly at
her sides, callouses visible on her palms from her weapon haft. Impeccable
armor, carefully maintained, wards her tall frame, but here and there, the
removal of insignia has left small scars upon its surface, another sign of
what has been Lost.
 
===01/06/2014===
With eyes like the halo of frost around a silvery full moon, the woman
before you has an icy calm and reserve that is almost unsettling. Her
demeanor is that of one born to privilege - and you can almost hear an
father's regretful, almost mournful tone: 'If only she had been born a
man!' Her piercing gaze sees through facades and self-illusion as she
might through cold morning dew, through challenges and deceptions like
the movement of pieces upon an inlaid chess board and through flattery
and seduction like the scant veil of an oathbreaking nun. Her hair is
arranged into a noblewoman's coronet, an intricate arrangement of ebon
strands, twin streaks of scarlet from her temples drawing your eye. To
underestimate her as simply a woman of means, however, would be error:
Her posture has the composed strength of one as capable in the courts,
be it Cillidellia or D'Or D'Terraithe, as on the blood-soaked field of
honor or glory.

== WHO Lists: ==
01/07/14 - Hum [ Cl: 8 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/13/14 - Hum [ Ra: 9 Cl: 9 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/17/14 - Hum [ Tg: 9 Cl: 9 Ra: 9 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/20/14 - Hum [ Cl:12 Tg:12 Ra:12 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
01/25/14 - Hum [ Cl:17 Ra:15 Tg:15 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
01/27/14 - Hum [ Ra:17 Cl:18 Tg:15 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
02/03/14 - Hum [ Cl:22 Tg:18 Ra:18 ] Aphelion has Lost her family name.
03/02/14 - Hum [ Tg:25 Ra:25 Cl:25 ] Aphelion has lost more than her family name
04/29/14 - Hum [ Ra:28 Cl:29 Tg:28 ] Aphelion: so much Lost, so much Gained
06/18/14 - Hum [ Ra:29 Cl:30 Tg:29 ] Aphelion: so much Lost..
06/20/14 - Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion: so much Lost..
09/01/16 - Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion hides nary a sin. Kindred. Lost.
 

== Character History: ==
===Part I===
It is not the endless repetition of my tutors that was the musical score of my childhood – it was the cadence of marching feet and the calling of drills that echoed through the courtyard of the manor. Father took his duties as a captain of the Kayrron Guard seriously and the men at arms of our household were put through their paces no less rigorously than those of the city. As soon as I could hold a stick, I would mimic them from the balcony of my chamber, which had a bird’s eye view of their movements – far more interesting than practicing embroidery or canning preserves. Father indulged me, so long as my instructors gave me good marks, once bragging to a friend that I was a more apt student than most of his two-year cadets. 

After his service to the guard was up, Father could have become a condottieri, but instead, decided to continue his service to Kayrron, as an ambassador. Cookery and the laying in of herbs were replaced with geography and language. We left behind the safety of our manor and moved in different circles: glittering courts with bright flowers and stalking creatures, intrigues and shadow dealings. I learned to wear the plumage and blend in with the other doves, despite a hawk’s heart, all while using my eyes to see and my ears to hear that which would assist my father in his negotiations. Hated lessons in dance mingled with memorizing the lineage of the Great Houses and the proper placement of forks -- and daggers. Whispers followed, of course – the false pity for a girl with a mother lost in childbirth, dragged about by a father more accustomed to the field of honor than the field of politics. I learned to ignore it; those lessons would prove handy. 

Years passed; my world was my father and my governess, Shuvalriel, and our travels. I saw the gleaming spires of Cillidellia, travelled the ancient roads of the North, picked mushrooms in caves beneath dwarven cities, listened silently and veiled in vast deserts, knelt in prayer beneath a night sky, and learned of the One I would accept as my deity. Shuvalriel was pleased when I pledged to Onieros, dark Father of Dreams to the Drow elves. Her schooling in her native tongue had been peppered with ritual songs and tales of adventure. 

I noticed first; the paleness to his features. The way that Father’s breath would sometimes catch unexpectedly during moments of exertion. His pace had slowed; it was to be expected, given the weight that soldiering buries deep in the bones. In his advanced years, old wounds pained him more, but this was something else, something more pernicious. None of the remedies in any of the lands we had travelled gave him comfort. I hired sages and priests to no avail; none could cure him, only ease the pain somewhat. 

We returned to the manor in Kayrron for the first time in a decade and I sought out the oldest shelves of the library, seeking some mention of anything that could stave off this malady. There, I found a whisper of it: the blood of the Kindred was rumored to be a cure for any ailment. While Kindred were not uncommon in Kayrron, a recent edict by the Prince had sent them all into hiding, upon threat of meeting the sun – it appears his Highness had not appreciated the attentions of his favorite paramour being distracted by their presence. I would have to seek them elsewhere. 

This is my quest; to find the cure. 
 
----
 
===Part II===
'''Excerpt from the Court Record, Kayrron Archivist''' 
Appended to Familia Seremela Annotation, Winter Moon, 23rd Year of the Reign of Arcon the Just 
Word has been received from the Frontier Lands that the last living scion of House Seremela has passed. As Ambassador Seremela left no other heir, his estates and holdings will be held in trust by the Crown until an acknowledged member of the lineage may be found. 
 
'''Personal Notes, Kayrron Archivist''' 
'While it cannot enter the Records of the Court, the attached is documented for historical purposes. - A.' 
 
''"Honored Lady Albertha -'' 
''I must first start this missive with my thanks for all that you have done for my House, my revered Father, and myself. Your tireless research was invaluable, even though my own search was fruitless. The cure was found, but its cost was that which I hoped most to guard. It is, in truth, the sanguis mortis that might have saved my Father; a cure which he has long refused, when first we entertained that possibility. It is a bittersweet agony that within my breast, I now hold both cure and damnation. In its pursuit, a moment's civility became my undoing. I am mortal no more; a Kindred's thirst wracks me and the Queen of Night and Shadow commands my loyalty as my Maker, not the Head of my House or my Crown. I fear that this news will be the death of my Father. Better that he should think me lost on my journey, than this. I praythee, seal this record until after his death. By the laws of my beloved Kayrron, I cannot inherit. I have found some hint of remnants of an ancient line of House Seremela here in the Outlands, but both are broken women who have renounced all of who they are, or are in a state of unknowing. Let it pass to the matrilineal line, if an Heir can be found.'' 
''With all my respect, '' 
''I remain eternally,'' 
''Aphelion Morwen Elizabeth Seremela"'' 
 
----
 
===Part III ===
 
It appears that I am unique amongst the Queen's Chylder - the sole product of Her frenzy. All others were created with deliberation, or in moments of tenderness or passion. I think it likely the cause of Her distance: I am a badge of shame. My presence is a reminder of the depths to which She fell, violating my consent to the deepest extent possible. 
 
As clear as the sun, I recall Her standing some distance away, arms folded, watching me writhe and scream out my life upon the cold stone floor. 
"This is the part I hate," she murmured to her lover as I succumbed. No words of comfort, of guidance, but simply annoyance. 
Since that moment, I have not had a moment's kindness from Her; only duty. I am a true-born Seremela, a veteran of the Six League War, and my father's daughter - I will not grovel for Her attention. Never has our Bond been one of openness and communion; it is no welcoming archway, but a barred gate, through which I can see what might have been. Few of the Lost acknowledge my existence, although the Eldest knows that I am his to command. Little Eluch, hag-ridden and cursed, is only a shadow of the playful boy that teased and trusted in those early days. Mayhem, thankfully, is gone; at least I need not hear his tormenting mockery. The rest I give what is required by duty and courtesy and no more. I avoid Her temple, and instead prowl the Night in solitude, just as I mastered my Thirst in solitude, sweating blood, my jaw clenched against the inferno of need within. 
I have no use for most others, though from time to time, there are those who pique my interest. Bright motes of color amidst the shadow, drawing the eye and the attention for a moment, then fading away with their brief, butterfly lives. I prefer the stillness and the cold over the fire and fervor of humanity, with its tempting blood. I am not one of those who can live amongst them, savoring the torment of their nearness. I am proud to say that I have taken only those who face me in combat, who have a fighting chance. Never an innocent and never in the fervor of passion, but with the same regard and respect I gave those who stood against me upon the field of battle. 
I have found a place where I can rest unmolested, letting the siren call of Night flow over me without disturbing my torpor. The gravekeeper is paid well to keep away the curious, and if I become a bedtime story mothers tell their children to keep them fearful of and safe from that which the Moon reveals, well, so much the better. May Onieros grant them sweeter dreams than mine. 

== Trivia: ==
* Aphelion is the fifth vampire created by [[DarkClaw]]
 
== Player Provided Information: ==
 
== Personal Timeline: ==
01/06/14: Aphelion is created: '''[[A Solider Takes The Field]]''' 
01/08/14: '''[[Aphelion meets Venom]]''' again. 
01/20/14: Aphelion swears personal fealty to [[Venom]] for a year and a day: '''[[Aphelion is Squired]]''' 
01/21/14: Aphelion is attacked by [[Ort]] and harassed by [[Sagan]] when she responds with silence. Sagan says (in common), 'Aphelion's not talking much, her mouth is probably full. :('. As an unaligned, the Rule of Three is not honored, having not been requested in advance. 
01/25/14: Aphelion is slain by [[Ort]]. Determined to put this shame behind her, she gains nine ascensions in the next 36 hours. 
01/28/14: Aphelion is slain by [[Zephyr]]. 
01/30/14: Upon hearing of Aphelion's failures in combat, '''[[Venom Gives a Scolding]]'''. 
02/03/14: Against her will, Aphelion is Turned by [[DarkClaw]] when she makes the mistake of offering the out-of-control vampire a blood oath, after her term of service is abruptly ended by [[Venom|Mayhem]]: '''[[Aphelion's End]]''' 
02/05/14: Aphelion fights to learn: '''[[To Control Her Thirst]]''' 
'''[[02/08/14]]''': Aphelion wins the Olympic Rings Scavenger Hunt, with some assistance from [[Belsambar]] with the Black Ring. She spends time speaking with Eluch and training herself to control her Thirst. 
02/09/14: Aphelion enters the Olympic Haiku, but does not place: Battle lines are drawn / Pawns facing across a board / Who will win today? She meets Ghazkull for the first time. [[Kindred Meets Kindred]] 
[[02/12/2014|02/12/14]]: Aphelion meets Arn. 
02/25/14: [[Tynian]] announces the final standings, and Aphelion takes fourth place in the overall. Her efforts help push Team Lost to the Bronze Medal, with 57% of their total score coming from Aphelion's contributions. 
06/20/14: At the request of [[Nicholai|The Eldest]], Aphelion seeks and obtains her final Ascension, witnessed by [[DarkClaw]] and [[Orpik]]. 
07/15/15: Aphelion is attacked thrice by [[Ghazkull]] in an attempt to complete one of the requirements of Wyld for his Triat Mastery Quest. He is unsuccessful. 
07/17/15: The Triat Initiate provides an explanation for his attacks, and acquiesces to Aphelion's required act of contrition.

== Player Information: ==

02/12/2014

2016-09-01T19:54:21Z

Aphelion: Created page with "Category:Daily RP Logs Category:Logs Category:Kindred Looking Lost – Log by Aphelion DarkClaw gossips, 'Grats, Arn.'. Arn gossips (in common), 'Thank you'...."

[[Category:Daily RP Logs]]
[[Category:Logs]]
[[Category:Kindred]]

Looking Lost – Log by Aphelion

DarkClaw gossips, 'Grats, Arn.'.

Arn gossips (in common), 'Thank you'.

Aphelion tells Arn (in common), '*nods in acknowledgement of your achievement but does not speak*'.

Arn tells Aphelion (in common), 'Thank you evil one'.

The Riverhold Town Hall and School
[Exits: north south]

Arn was last here, traveling north.

In a Wheat Field
[Exits: north east south west]
A tiny little field mouse was last here, traveling south.
(Dark Blue Aura) (*Enemy*) Arn is here, fighting a small, crippled, hobbling mouse.
A small boy stands here, polishing an apple stolen from the orchards.
A small, crippled, hobbling mouse is here, fighting Arn.
Whiskers aquiver, a fat little gray mouse dashes past.

Arn yells (in common), ‘You look lost!’

Aphelion tells Arn (in common), 'I was not lost in Riverhold. I live there'.

Arn tells Aphelion (in common), 'You looked lost to me'.

Aphelion tells Arn (in common), 'Philosophically - somewhat. Physically - No.'.

Arn tells Aphelion (in common), 'Maybe you need a head pounding to loosen up the cobwebs?'.

Aphelion tells Arn (in common), '*amused* Are you volunteering?'.

Arn tells Aphelion (in common), 'When I am closer to your size, yes'.

Aphelion tells Arn (in common), 'By all means. I await your convenience.'.

Arn tells Aphelion (in common), 'I highly doubt that'.

Aphelion ftells, 'well. Arn has offered to bludgeon my head so as to knock sense into it.'.

Aphelion tells Arn (in common), 'Believe as you will.'.

DarkClaw ftells, 'For what?'.

Arn tells Aphelion (in common), 'I would anyway evil one'.

Aphelion ftells, 'for my own good to convince me from the path of evil?'.

Aphelion tells Arn (in common), '*nods silently*'.

DarkClaw ftells, 'I see.'.

Aphelion

2016-09-01T19:53:26Z

Aphelion: /* Personal Timeline: */

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== Mud Contributions: ==
Aphelion was an aggressive competitor in the 2014 TFC Olympics, and took 4th place in the overall individual standings. Her efforts scored 57% of [[The Lost Ones|Team Lost]]'s 3rd place finish in the overall competition. 
 

== Current Description (Feb 11, 2015) ==
A calm, closed expression casts an icy shadow over the unusually lovely
features of this soldier. Her movements hold more leonine strength than
a gazelle's grace. Lush garnet lips are barely parted by the protrusion
of sharp fangs, silvery eyes darkened to steel gray with Hunger unsated.
Her long, crimson-streaked black hair is bound in a single braid to keep
it out of her face in combat or when she Feeds.

===Dressing for the Kindred Masquerade: Dec 20, 2014===
Bright silver eyes gaze back at you from behind the mysterious barrier of a
black raven mask of suede and feathers. The beak of the mask is open, as if
in a scream of victory as she gathers the spirits of the slain. The pungent
scent of death and misery clings to the form of the entity before you and a
ghostly mist trails behind her, as if for this one night, she has become an
Incarna of the Morrigan - the Carrion Crow - in truth and not masquerade.

Aphelion has a special twinkle in her eye.
Aphelion is in perfect health.

Aphelion is using:
<used as light> (Powerful magic) (Glowing) the Rod of Magic
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Transient Glow) A Memento of Hope Lost
<worn on finger> (Moderate magic) (Glowing) (Humming) a ring of violet diamonds
<worn around neck> (Token magic) a single glossy black feather
<worn around neck> a high collar of black suede and sable feathers
<worn on body> a form-fitting gown of black velvet with a feathered bodice
<worn on head> a beaked raven mask of black leather and sable feathers
<worn on legs> (Red Aura) sheer black silk stockings
<worn on arms> long, wing-like sleeves of sable feathers
<worn about body> (Moderate magic) a feather cloak
<worn around wrist> a set of bangles
<worn around wrist> a set of bangles
<wielded> a raven's claw
<wielded off-hand> a raven's claw
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra
<worn with pride> a scarlet ribbon bearing a medallion of nickel
<worn with pride> a badge, a pin, 4 ribbons

===(02/05/14): ===
Her struggle to control a new and unbearable Thirst is written all over the
unusually lovely features of this soldier. Her lush crimson lips are parted
by the protrusion of sharp fangs, her silvery eyes darkened to an icy steel
gray. Her long, crimson-streaked black hair is bound back to keep it out of
her face and from becoming stained when she relents and slakes her Hunger.
Drawing on her military training and deeply ingrained self-discipline, she
focuses on the impossible task ahead: to turn this unwelcome Rebirth into
a useful tool or weapon, instead of the curse that has ended her bloodline
and stripped her of all that she held dear. Her hands shift restlessly at
her sides, callouses visible on her palms from her weapon haft. Impeccable
armor, carefully maintained, wards her tall frame, but here and there, the
removal of insignia has left small scars upon its surface, another sign of
what has been Lost.
 
===01/06/2014===
With eyes like the halo of frost around a silvery full moon, the woman
before you has an icy calm and reserve that is almost unsettling. Her
demeanor is that of one born to privilege - and you can almost hear an
father's regretful, almost mournful tone: 'If only she had been born a
man!' Her piercing gaze sees through facades and self-illusion as she
might through cold morning dew, through challenges and deceptions like
the movement of pieces upon an inlaid chess board and through flattery
and seduction like the scant veil of an oathbreaking nun. Her hair is
arranged into a noblewoman's coronet, an intricate arrangement of ebon
strands, twin streaks of scarlet from her temples drawing your eye. To
underestimate her as simply a woman of means, however, would be error:
Her posture has the composed strength of one as capable in the courts,
be it Cillidellia or D'Or D'Terraithe, as on the blood-soaked field of
honor or glory.

== WHO Lists: ==
01/07/14 - Hum [ Cl: 8 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/13/14 - Hum [ Ra: 9 Cl: 9 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/17/14 - Hum [ Tg: 9 Cl: 9 Ra: 9 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/20/14 - Hum [ Cl:12 Tg:12 Ra:12 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
01/25/14 - Hum [ Cl:17 Ra:15 Tg:15 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
01/27/14 - Hum [ Ra:17 Cl:18 Tg:15 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
02/03/14 - Hum [ Cl:22 Tg:18 Ra:18 ] Aphelion has Lost her family name.
03/02/14 - Hum [ Tg:25 Ra:25 Cl:25 ] Aphelion has lost more than her family name
04/29/14 - Hum [ Ra:28 Cl:29 Tg:28 ] Aphelion: so much Lost, so much Gained
06/18/14 - Hum [ Ra:29 Cl:30 Tg:29 ] Aphelion: so much Lost..
06/20/14 - Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion: so much Lost..
09/01/16 - Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion hides nary a sin. Kindred. Lost.
 

== Character History: ==
===Part I===
It is not the endless repetition of my tutors that was the musical score of my childhood – it was the cadence of marching feet and the calling of drills that echoed through the courtyard of the manor. Father took his duties as a captain of the Kayrron Guard seriously and the men at arms of our household were put through their paces no less rigorously than those of the city. As soon as I could hold a stick, I would mimic them from the balcony of my chamber, which had a bird’s eye view of their movements – far more interesting than practicing embroidery or canning preserves. Father indulged me, so long as my instructors gave me good marks, once bragging to a friend that I was a more apt student than most of his two-year cadets. 

After his service to the guard was up, Father could have become a condottieri, but instead, decided to continue his service to Kayrron, as an ambassador. Cookery and the laying in of herbs were replaced with geography and language. We left behind the safety of our manor and moved in different circles: glittering courts with bright flowers and stalking creatures, intrigues and shadow dealings. I learned to wear the plumage and blend in with the other doves, despite a hawk’s heart, all while using my eyes to see and my ears to hear that which would assist my father in his negotiations. Hated lessons in dance mingled with memorizing the lineage of the Great Houses and the proper placement of forks -- and daggers. Whispers followed, of course – the false pity for a girl with a mother lost in childbirth, dragged about by a father more accustomed to the field of honor than the field of politics. I learned to ignore it; those lessons would prove handy. 

Years passed; my world was my father and my governess, Shuvalriel, and our travels. I saw the gleaming spires of Cillidellia, travelled the ancient roads of the North, picked mushrooms in caves beneath dwarven cities, listened silently and veiled in vast deserts, knelt in prayer beneath a night sky, and learned of the One I would accept as my deity. Shuvalriel was pleased when I pledged to Onieros, dark Father of Dreams to the Drow elves. Her schooling in her native tongue had been peppered with ritual songs and tales of adventure. 

I noticed first; the paleness to his features. The way that Father’s breath would sometimes catch unexpectedly during moments of exertion. His pace had slowed; it was to be expected, given the weight that soldiering buries deep in the bones. In his advanced years, old wounds pained him more, but this was something else, something more pernicious. None of the remedies in any of the lands we had travelled gave him comfort. I hired sages and priests to no avail; none could cure him, only ease the pain somewhat. 

We returned to the manor in Kayrron for the first time in a decade and I sought out the oldest shelves of the library, seeking some mention of anything that could stave off this malady. There, I found a whisper of it: the blood of the Kindred was rumored to be a cure for any ailment. While Kindred were not uncommon in Kayrron, a recent edict by the Prince had sent them all into hiding, upon threat of meeting the sun – it appears his Highness had not appreciated the attentions of his favorite paramour being distracted by their presence. I would have to seek them elsewhere. 

This is my quest; to find the cure. 
 
----
 
===Part II===
'''Excerpt from the Court Record, Kayrron Archivist''' 
Appended to Familia Seremela Annotation, Winter Moon, 23rd Year of the Reign of Arcon the Just 
Word has been received from the Frontier Lands that the last living scion of House Seremela has passed. As Ambassador Seremela left no other heir, his estates and holdings will be held in trust by the Crown until an acknowledged member of the lineage may be found. 
 
'''Personal Notes, Kayrron Archivist''' 
'While it cannot enter the Records of the Court, the attached is documented for historical purposes. - A.' 
 
''"Honored Lady Albertha -'' 
''I must first start this missive with my thanks for all that you have done for my House, my revered Father, and myself. Your tireless research was invaluable, even though my own search was fruitless. The cure was found, but its cost was that which I hoped most to guard. It is, in truth, the sanguis mortis that might have saved my Father; a cure which he has long refused, when first we entertained that possibility. It is a bittersweet agony that within my breast, I now hold both cure and damnation. In its pursuit, a moment's civility became my undoing. I am mortal no more; a Kindred's thirst wracks me and the Queen of Night and Shadow commands my loyalty as my Maker, not the Head of my House or my Crown. I fear that this news will be the death of my Father. Better that he should think me lost on my journey, than this. I praythee, seal this record until after his death. By the laws of my beloved Kayrron, I cannot inherit. I have found some hint of remnants of an ancient line of House Seremela here in the Outlands, but both are broken women who have renounced all of who they are, or are in a state of unknowing. Let it pass to the matrilineal line, if an Heir can be found.'' 
''With all my respect, '' 
''I remain eternally,'' 
''Aphelion Morwen Elizabeth Seremela"'' 
 
----
 
===Part III ===
 
It appears that I am unique amongst the Queen's Chylder - the sole product of Her frenzy. All others were created with deliberation, or in moments of tenderness or passion. I think it likely the cause of Her distance: I am a badge of shame. My presence is a reminder of the depths to which She fell, violating my consent to the deepest extent possible. 
 
As clear as the sun, I recall Her standing some distance away, arms folded, watching me writhe and scream out my life upon the cold stone floor. 
"This is the part I hate," she murmured to her lover as I succumbed. No words of comfort, of guidance, but simply annoyance. 
Since that moment, I have not had a moment's kindness from Her; only duty. I am a true-born Seremela, a veteran of the Six League War, and my father's daughter - I will not grovel for Her attention. Never has our Bond been one of openness and communion; it is no welcoming archway, but a barred gate, through which I can see what might have been. Few of the Lost acknowledge my existence, although the Eldest knows that I am his to command. Little Eluch, hag-ridden and cursed, is only a shadow of the playful boy that teased and trusted in those early days. Mayhem, thankfully, is gone; at least I need not hear his tormenting mockery. The rest I give what is required by duty and courtesy and no more. I avoid Her temple, and instead prowl the Night in solitude, just as I mastered my Thirst in solitude, sweating blood, my jaw clenched against the inferno of need within. 
I have no use for most others, though from time to time, there are those who pique my interest. Bright motes of color amidst the shadow, drawing the eye and the attention for a moment, then fading away with their brief, butterfly lives. I prefer the stillness and the cold over the fire and fervor of humanity, with its tempting blood. I am not one of those who can live amongst them, savoring the torment of their nearness. I am proud to say that I have taken only those who face me in combat, who have a fighting chance. Never an innocent and never in the fervor of passion, but with the same regard and respect I gave those who stood against me upon the field of battle. 
I have found a place where I can rest unmolested, letting the siren call of Night flow over me without disturbing my torpor. The gravekeeper is paid well to keep away the curious, and if I become a bedtime story mothers tell their children to keep them fearful of and safe from that which the Moon reveals, well, so much the better. May Onieros grant them sweeter dreams than mine. 

== Trivia: ==
* Aphelion is the fifth vampire created by [[DarkClaw]]
 
== Player Provided Information: ==
 
== Personal Timeline: ==
01/06/14: Aphelion is created: '''[[A Solider Takes The Field]]''' 
01/08/14: '''[[Aphelion meets Venom]]''' again. 
01/20/14: Aphelion swears personal fealty to [[Venom]] for a year and a day: '''[[Aphelion is Squired]]''' 
01/21/14: Aphelion is attacked by [[Ort]] and harassed by [[Sagan]] when she responds with silence. Sagan says (in common), 'Aphelion's not talking much, her mouth is probably full. :('. As an unaligned, the Rule of Three is not honored, having not been requested in advance. 
01/25/14: Aphelion is slain by [[Ort]]. Determined to put this shame behind her, she gains nine ascensions in the next 36 hours. 
01/28/14: Aphelion is slain by [[Zephyr]]. 
01/30/14: Upon hearing of Aphelion's failures in combat, '''[[Venom Gives a Scolding]]'''. 
02/03/14: Against her will, Aphelion is Turned by [[DarkClaw]] when she makes the mistake of offering the out-of-control vampire a blood oath, after her term of service is abruptly ended by [[Venom|Mayhem]]: '''[[Aphelion's End]]''' 
02/05/14: Aphelion fights to learn: '''[[To Control Her Thirst]]''' 
'''[[02/08/14]]''': Aphelion wins the Olympic Rings Scavenger Hunt, with some assistance from [[Belsambar]] with the Black Ring. She spends time speaking with Eluch and training herself to control her Thirst. 
02/09/14: Aphelion enters the Olympic Haiku, but does not place: Battle lines are drawn / Pawns facing across a board / Who will win today? 
[[02/12/2014|02/12/14]]: Aphelion meets Arn. 
02/25/14: [[Tynian]] announces the final standings, and Aphelion takes fourth place in the overall. Her efforts help push Team Lost to the Bronze Medal, with 57% of their total score coming from Aphelion's contributions. 
06/20/14: At the request of [[Nicholai|The Eldest]], Aphelion seeks and obtains her final Ascension, witnessed by [[DarkClaw]] and [[Orpik]]. 
07/15/15: Aphelion is attacked thrice by [[Ghazkull]] in an attempt to complete one of the requirements of Wyld for his Triat Mastery Quest. He is unsuccessful. 
07/17/15: The Triat Initiate provides an explanation for his attacks, and acquiesces to Aphelion's required act of contrition.

== Player Information: ==

02/08/14

2016-09-01T19:50:07Z

Aphelion: 02/08/14

[[Category:Logs]]
[[Category:Daily RP Logs]]
[[Category:RP]]
[[Category:Kindred]]

==Pleasantries and Warnings – Log by Aphelion==
<pre>
DarkClaw ftells, 'Good morning/afternoon. :-)'.

Aphelion ftells, ‘*wipes her mouth* Hello Lady'.

DarkClaw ftells, '*rakes her gaze over Aphelion, noticing the lack of tension and the hint of color to her complexion*'.

DarkClaw ftells, 'Are you adjusting, Aphelion?'.

Aphelion ftells, ‘... that is an interesting term for it. I am .. improvising and adapting. I will overcome this and make it a tool and not a torment.'.

Aphelion ftells, ‘did you handle that hunter, Eluch? Or do you need help?'.

Eluch ftells, 'no, I sent him back from where he came'.
Eluch ftells, 'but thanks!'.

Aphelion ftells, ‘nods'.

Aphelion ftells, ‘so.. *tries to distract herself* What were we talking about last time, Eluch?'.

Eluch ftells, 'well, we talked about people who didn't know who they were.. like fisherman and Venom.. *scratches his head*'.

Aphelion ftells, ‘*nods* '.

Eluch ftells, 'then we talked about the history of Riverhold..I was gonna do some investigating.. but I've been pretty darn busy to tell the truth..'.

Aphelion ftells, ‘and that you have a scent of fish and apples..*wry chuckle*'.

Eluch ftells, 'oh yeah, we did talk about that. I suppose it could be worse… those darn centaurs in wintermeet small terrible!'.

Aphelion ftells, ‘they do, yes'.

Eluch ftells, 'not as bad as ogres..but I don't see to many of them..'.

Aphelion ftells, ‘where are you?'.

Eluch ftells, 'I'm on the Sava'.

Aphelion ftells, ‘.. I want to test my control... and help at the same time.'.

Aphelion watches out the open doorway as the sun slowly sets.

Eluch ftells, 'ya know, speaking of smells and such.. I met an elven lass that smelled really nice..and she was really pretty too. *fidgets nervously*'.

Aphelion ftells, ‘have you never courted?'.

Eluch ftells, 'hrm, no.. I'm kinda shy about that sorta thing'.

Aphelion ftells, ‘*nods distractedly* Understandable. I wi...was.. to have an arranged marriage but that .. that’s the past now.'.

Eluch ftells, 'somebody arranged you to marry someone? that don't sound too natural'.

Aphelion ftells, ‘it is how things are done amongst noble families.'.

Eluch ftells, 'oh you mean like kings and queens and stuff?'.

Aphelion ftells, ‘far lower than that but yes'.

Eluch arrives from the south.
Eluch enters timidly, his hand idly playing at the hilt of his weapon.
Eluch says (in common), 'Hi...'.

Aphelion's eyes narrow as he enters, but maintains her post at the open doorway.

Aphelion says (in common), ‘..hello.'.

Eluch fidgets at his armor nervously.

You are thirsty.

Aphelion does not breathe or move, save her lips in speaking the spell.

>c armor Eluch
Ok.

>ch eluch
Eluch has looked a lot healthier.

Eluch says (in common), 'I'm supposed to go exp with that pretty girl I was talking about..I hope I don't embarrass myself..'.

Eluch frowns.

Aphelion's frame stiffens as she scents his blood and wounds.

>cast ‘cure critical’ eluch
Ok.
>cast ‘cure critical’ eluch
Ok.
>cast ‘cure critical’ eluch
Ok.
>cast ‘cure critical’ eluch
Ok.

Eluch says (in common), 'Thank you, that was really nice of you..'.

Aphelion holds to the door frame, the wood splintering.
Aphelion murmurs, "Go."

Eluch looks at her naively and then offers a wave, departing.
Eluch leaves north.

Aphelion ftells, ‘*softly* Eluch.... '.

Eluch ftells, 'yes?'.

Aphelion ftells, ‘We discussed your blood...

Aphelion ftells, ‘..you did not warn me you were injured... I owe Elvalee a new doorway. You *must* warn me if you are hurt. Do you understand?'.

Eluch ftells, 'i sure do..I will in the future, I promise'.

Aphelion ftells, ‘good.'.
</pre>

==His Elven Girl and a Lesson for Aphelion: Log by DarkClaw==
<pre>
Aphelion ftells, 'did you find your elven girl, Eluch?'.

Eluch ftells, 'umm..yes...*blush*'.

Aphelion ftells, 'Good'.

Aphelion ftells, 'where are you'.

Eluch ftells, 'i'm killin the pesky centaurs'.

Aphelion ftells, 'nods okay. Just wanted to know in case you need help.'.

Aphelion ftells, '*murmured softly to herself* Like a Kayrron wine.'.

Aphelion ftells, '.. Is your elf girl Rhyvn?'.

Eluch ftells, 'ermm..um..yeah..'.

Aphelion ftells, '.. and you fancy her?'.

Eluch ftells, 'she is real pretty and smart..and a great wizard..but..'.

Eluch ftells, 'she would never be interested in someone like me..'.

### [Eluch says (in common), 'sorry, just speaking to my fellows in faith']

Aphelion ftells, 'Eluch. Do YOU fancy HER.?'.

Eluch ftells, 'yeah, i'd think someone would hafta be blind not to...hehe'.

### [Eluch says (in common), 'are you ok?']

Aphelion ftells, 'then warn her about being injured around me. If you care about her. '.

Eluch ftells, 'oh! I sure will then.. *nod*'.

Aphelion ftells, 'i am limiting myself to men at arms, soldiers, those who know battle .. when I can choose...'.

You ftell, 'Aphelion...'.

Aphelion ftells, '*quietly* sometimes i cannot choose. I am not strong enough yet. But i am learning. Nicholai's advice was well taken.'.

Aphelion ftells, 'Yes Lady'.

You ftell, 'You do not have to kill to sate your hunger.'.

You ftell, 'Yes, it is hard to stop this early in your undeath, but force yourself to pull away as you can.'.

Aphelion ftells, '*dryly* Not many volunteer or seem to survive the process.'.

You ftell, 'Learn to listen to their heartbeat...pay attention to their weakening form as you hold them.'.

You ftell, 'In time you will be able to stop sooner, but you must be willing to force yourself to.'.

Aphelion ftells, '*nods in acknowledgement*'.

Aphelion ftells, 'Yes Lady'.

You ftell, 'You have the ability to erase the memory of you from those who survive. And if one victim is not enough, there are more.'.

You ftell, '*softly* And not killing them will ease your guilt.'.

Aphelion ftells, 'How many walk this world with vampire shaped holes in their minds?'.

You ftell, 'I cannot answer that, as I am not aware of who has used it or how often.'.

### [Rhyvn says (in common), 'who'da thought? Two mages!']

### [Eluch says (in common), 'I couldn't do no right that day..']

Eluch ftells, '*groan* I called the elven lass pretty on accident...i'm so foolish..'.

Eluch ftells, 'i mean, she is..but i'm not supposed to say those sorts of things..'.

You ftell, '*amused* What was her reaction?'.

Eluch ftells, 'well, she said thank you...'.

Eluch ftells, 'said she was learning to accept those types of compliments..'.

Eluch ftells, 'and I said I was learnin how to give em!'.

Eluch ftells, 'you know what Aphelion?'.

Aphelion ftells, '*struggling to focus and speak calmly* Yes Eluch?'.

Eluch ftells, 'i'm halfway to my experience goal!'.

Aphelion ftells, 'that is well done, Eluch'.
</pre>

==Just Trying to Help – Log by Aphelion==
<pre>
Eluch drops the corpse of Alowicius Took.

Eluch ftells, 'that is for you, if you need it..'.
Eluch ftells, 'I wasn't hurt when I came in either! just like you reminded me!'.

Aphelion ftells, ‘.. thank You. But dead... '.

Eluch ftells, 'oh..'.

Aphelion ftells, ‘*cough* I take no nourishment from the dead, Eluch'.

> sacrifice corpse
DarkClaw accepts your sacrifice.

Eluch ftells, 'oh, ok! good to know!'.

Aphelion ftells, ‘Eluch...'.

Eluch (unseen) ftells, 'yes?'.

Aphelion ftells, ‘*takes a breath* no. never mind.'.

Eluch (unseen) ftells, 'wave'.
Eluch (unseen) ftells, 'you can ask me! go ahead'.

Aphelion fights her Hunger.

Aphelion ftells, ‘NO Eluch... I won't ask it.'.

Eluch (unseen) ftells, '*scratches his head* ...oh...ok then'.

Aphelion ftells, ‘Keep being sweet and innocent Eluch. It helps.'.

Eluch arrives from the east.
A diseased, homeless human beggar arrives from the east.

Eluch points at a diseased, homeless human beggar accusingly.
Eluch smiles proudly.

Aphelion says (in common), ‘Eluch...'.

Eluch says (in common), '...yes?'.

Aphelion says (in common), ‘Don't....'.

Aphelion closes her eyes.

Eluch says (in common), '..but..I just want to help..'.

Aphelion says, as if convincing herself: "I take only those who have a fighting chance."

Eluch frowns dejectedly, and then nods, taking his leave.

Eluch leaves east.
A diseased, homeless human beggar leaves east.

Aphelion ftells, ‘*laughs but the sound has no humor to it* You are a torment, Eluch, with your good intentions!'.

Eluch ftells, 'my good intentions are probably very evil to that free-loading beggar!'.

Aphelion ftells, ‘true.'.

Eluch ftells, 'but, this is the only family I’ve ever known. So I will do whatever to help.. and to learn..'.

Aphelion ftells, ‘*smiles briefly and nods*'.

Eluch ftells, 'Aphelion..do you happen to have an extra potion of remove curse?'.

Aphelion ftells, ‘let me look'.

DarkClaw ftells, 'You are not cursed.'.

Eluch ftells, 'nope, but I want to be on the safe side in case I ever am'.

Aphelion ftells, ‘it is wise to be prepared Lady'.

DarkClaw ftells, 'Ahh, understood.'.

Aphelion ftells, ‘i have only one Eluch I am sorry'.

Eluch ftells, 'its ok!'.

DarkClaw ftells, 'Need anything before I go?'.

Aphelion ftells, ‘*murmurs* ..a pulse..'.

DarkClaw ftells, '...You could feed from me, Aphelion.'.

Aphelion ftells, ‘*blinks* and what would that do?'.

DarkClaw ftells, 'Help to sate your thirst, of course.'.

Aphelion ftells, ‘No.'.

Eluch ftells, 'i found a remove curse potion! what luck'.

DarkClaw ftells, '*raises a brow* It is a standing offer, should you choose.'.

Aphelion ftells, ‘*fighting her Thirst* no Lady'.

DarkClaw ftells, 'I will return.'.
</pre>

==Tactics - Log by Aphelion==
<pre>
Belgarion has entered the game.

Belgarion ftells, 'hey'.
Belgarion ftells, 'how are you'.

Aphelion ftells, '..*low and quiet* I am hungry. I need to Hunt.'.

Belgarion ftells, 'nod.. do what you have to do'.

Aphelion ftells, 'She tells me I can feed without killing but I have not managed it yet'.

Belgarion ftells, 'you will learn. She has fed off me before'.

Aphelion ftells, '*blink*'.

Belgarion ftells, 'you seem surprised'.

Aphelion ftells, 'perhaps i need to hunt those who are stronger - I fight men at arms, wardens, brigands.. those who might have a chance...'.

Belgarion ftells, 'I see'.

Aphelion ftells, 'and yes. I would not have thought ...'.

Belgarion ftells, 'maybe so then'.

Aphelion ftells, 'why do you allow it?'.

Belgarion ftells, 'well she was in bad shape and it was time for her to put Seraph in his place. She was weak because it had been a long time since she last fed'.

Aphelion ftells, 'so it was a tactical decision?'.

Belgarion ftells, 'it was something I did to help her. I would rather keep my Goddess strong not weak'.

Aphelion ftells, 'tactics. Hm.'.

Belgarion ftells, 'you may call what you wish I guess. I wouldn't do it for just anyone at anytime'.

Aphelion ftells, 'how do you bear the pain of it? '.

Belgarion ftells, 'it was not painful at all'.

Aphelion ftells, '*blinks*'.
Aphelion ftells, '*blinks*'.

Belgarion ftells, 'it was ...pleasurable'.

Aphelion ftells, 'It appears you had a different experience than I did.'.

Belgarion ftells, 'well I am not a vampire I just fed DarkClaw'.

Belgarion gossips (in common), 'I have a bronze medal for something'.

Someone gossips, 'for being here and being awesome!'.

Rhyvn gossips (in common), 'whoo hoo! :)'.

3 players.
Elf [ Honorable Mention ] Rhyvn, Hutt's adopted daughter.
Hum [ Bronze Medal ] Belgarion, *DC*
Hum [ Gold Medal ] Aphelion has lost more than her family name

Belgarion gossips (in common), 'lol at least someone thinks I am awesome ;)'.

Belgarion gossips (in common), 'does this count for the 4 hours I played this morning as well ;)'.

Someone gossips, 'you're always awesome'.
</pre>

==Dinner - Log by Aphelion==
<pre>
Aphelion says hoarsely, "I cannot wait any longer. I Thirst."

DarkClaw hardens herself and pushes her emotions aside, forcing a false calm to take its place.

Aphelion makes a brief, almost military-like bow, her eyes maintaining contact with yours.

DarkClaw says, 'You may feed from me if you wish.'.

Aphelion rises swiftly and flees the temple.

In the Common Room of the Lemming
[Exits: north up]
(White Aura) A Warden of the Frontier stands here alert for trouble.
(White Aura) A Warden of the Frontier stands here alert for trouble.
Her tanned hands lithe and fluid on her lute's strings, Jahrie strums a tune.
Tall and broad shouldered, this man carries his weapons with ease.
His bowed legs and swaying walk reveal this man to be an intoxicated sailor.
Smiling sweetly, Mitzi invites you to stay a while.

A Warden of the Frontier is surrounded by a pink outline.

(combat snipped)

Aphelion assaults the Warden, her fangs sinking deep.

Aphelion feeds thirstily.

A Warden of the Frontier dodges your attack.
A Warden of the Frontier's armor deflects your attack.
Your pound mauls a Warden of the Frontier.
A Warden of the Frontier is DEAD!!
You receive 101 experience points.
You hear a Warden of the Frontier's death cry.
You get 372 gold coins from the corpse of a Warden of the Frontier.
The corpse of a Warden of the Frontier contains:
(Weak magic) (Humming) a leather shirt
(Weak magic) a pair of studded leather sleeves stout brigandine armor splinted cuisses

The ghost of a Warden of the Frontier shimmers and solidifies slightly.
You invoke the unholy power of DarkClaw's omnipotence!
You glow with an incandescent black light.
The ghost of a Warden of the Frontier is utterly destroyed by DarkClaw's unholy might!

The Kitchen
[Exits: west]
A small white fountain gushes forth here.
Rhyvn is here.

Rhyvn makes a complicated-looking gesture.
Rhyvn draws a funny looking rune on a golden rose.

Rhyvn bows deeply.

Aphelion nods, washing her face in the fountain.

Rhyvn leaves east.

Belsambar gossips (in common), '....'.
Belsambar gossips (in common), 'Hrm. You know. If I do my full name, there's no room for anything else'.

6 players.
Elf [ Ma:25 ] Rhyvn Adopted daughter, student, pickle jumper!
Hum [ Cl:30 Wa:30 ] Raage the Once and Future Lost Player
Hum [ Gold Medal ] Aphelion has lost more than her family name
Hum [ Ra:30 Th:30 Ma:30 ] Belsambar Lin Bloodstar Silverdyne k'Treva k'Sheyna the
Hum [ Th: 5 Wa:30 Ma:30 ] Jafar.
Hum [ Lesser Goddess ] DarkClaw: Lost Chylde of Ybarra. *AOB* -=Belgarion=-

Rhyvn tells Aphelion (in common), 'Are you okay Aphelion?'.

Aphelion tells Rhyvn (in common), '*her voice low and growling* Better. I am ...better.'.

Rhyvn tells Aphelion (in common), '*nods* Very good....i think?'.

Aphelion tells Rhyvn (in common), 'The Warden would not say so... but i would..'.

Rhyvn tells Aphelion (in common), 'The warden?'.

Aphelion tells Rhyvn (in common), '..Dinner.'.

Rhyvn tells Aphelion (in common), 'oh ... ok. '.
</pre>

==Training - Log by Aphelion==
<pre>
Aphelion tells Rhyvn (in common), 'are ...are you injured at current?'.

Aphelion tells Belsambar (in common), 'May i ask your assistance?'.

Rhyvn tells Aphelion (in common), 'no, I am with Bels At mish.'.

Belsambar tells Aphelion (in common), 'hrm?'.

Aphelion tells Belsambar (in common), 'I need... *takes a moment* I need to learn to be around blood. Yet not ..take what is not offered. Would you or your student - or both - be willing to help?'.

Belsambar tells Aphelion (in common), '*raises an eyebrow* Offered, or just, what ends up dripping and spraying about over the course of adventure'.

Aphelion shifts restlessly as the Thirst builds.

Aphelion tells Belsambar (in common), '..both.'.

You are thirsty.

Belsambar tells Aphelion (in common), 'ahhh'.

You are thirsty.

Aphelion tells Belsambar (in common), 'I need to learn how to be around the injured and not lose control... I know that i will.. at first.. so I need someone strong to prevent me.'.

Belsambar tells Aphelion (in common), 'sure, I can try to help'.

(RP continues off mud)

Aphelion descends the stairs to the Lower Hall, her pace rather like that of a lioness on the strike - strong and direct, with no subterfuge. She pauses a short distance away, her hands away from her weapons, palms visible to you to show their emptiness.

"If you are willing...?" She asks, carefully not breathing in your scent. "I am doing well controlling it, the Lady says, but if I cannot be around the wounded, I cannot travel with others..."

He nods, seemingly at ease, even given the considerable latent danger at what is proposed. "What do you need me to do? Just bleed. and hold you off if need be?"

Her eyes harden a little, resembling cold iron covered in wintery frost, bracing herself for the task ahead, and nods. "Just so. Yes. Bleed." Her voice as she says that last word is almost hopeless and yet hungry. Still maintaining a lack of breath, she unbuckles her weaponry and sets it in its belts and harnesses to one side. She kneels, formally, as if a knight in vigil, and nods to you.

He nods at your preparations, and stands a little straighter. A fingertip glows, causing the air around it to warp and bend. He draws the point of light across his other palm quickly, as if it were a very sharp dagger. Blood wells up from the gash, and he studies you intently as he holds his palm outward, the crimson fluid starting to trail down his sleeveless arms and drip onto the pavement...his vambraces seem to pulse slightly with an inner glow in the emerald plating as the blood comes in contact with them in its path bound by gravity, forming a slow rivulet on its way to his elbow.

Aphelion's jaw clenches as your arm extends towards her, eyes latched on to it with a narrowed intensity. Her body sways forward unconsciously, until she realizes it, and checks the movement with a soft growl. She lays her palms on her thighs, the fingertips flexing in a rhythm you realize matches your heartbeat.

She swallows, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips, briefly baring the fangs she works so hard to conceal, and you realize her mouth has flooded with saliva. She nods, though you cannot tell if it is in agreement with your actions or her own inter mantras of control.

As the blood continues to spatter upon the pavement her eyes close and her lips part, and she takes a long, slow, deep breath - the scent of you filling her senses.

He watches the young vampire patiently, noting the fluctuations in her energies. He waits to see what will happen, paying little mind to the blood he sheds upon the stone at his feet.

DarkClaw watches on from afar intently, a growing sense of disgust and loathing discernible through the bond, along with a trace of...regret? She watches as the drops of blood fall to the mage's feet, her own torment adding to Aphelion's once again, fueling the hunger, forcing it more towards the unbearable breaking point. Her lips curl upward in a silent snarl and, abruptly, the connection is cut off, leaving the newly made chylder feeling empty.

For several long moments, she simply kneels in vigil, the quick breaths and fingers digging into the mail upon her legs the only sign of the struggle within. Her eyes remain closed.

Then, as you watch, the Hunger begins to build yet higher: Your other senses see it clearly - sending her aura from one of focused intent to a flame of need. Her eyes snap open, the agony in them clear. One hand fumbles at a pouch at her hip and extracts a strip of nearly raw venison. With a grimace, she forces it down, distaste seen in every bite. Her aura calms a fraction, and she returns to her earlier posture: back straight, eyes closed, hands resting upon her thighs, simply breathing in the scent of you and your exquisite blood. This works for several minutes; this time, the gradually building energies are more clear, pulsing and pounding in time with the demon within, her breathing quickening, the fingers clenching once more.

He speaks out "You're doing well. If you can keep that control...you can do this, young one..." as he consciously flexes musculature in his wrist, hand, and forearm, causing the flow to quicken oh so subtly. He keeps a watchful eye on you, though he still seems to be at ease, from all outward appearances.

A soft moan of hunger escapes from her clenched jaw, and again, she sways forward, eyes tightly closed, as she fears the sight of that crimson flow will destroy any remaining grip she has on the thirst. Hands visibly shaking, she blindly reaches for another strip of venison, choking it down grimly. "Thank you, Nicholai," she murmurs, then steels herself.

Opening her eyes, she does not bother to look at your face. Only your wrist, tantalizingly close, the sweet, salty scent of your blood the focus of her entire being. Her eyes shift in the same instant her aura does, the sight too much to bear.

With a low gasp, she begs? commands? "Enough...No more.."

He nods. "You did well." As he says this, he lowers his hand, his palm inward, though loosely at his side, so that the wound cannot be seen. Reality itself seems to warp around his hand for a moment, and he produces a black silk cloth from within his robes, cleaning up the remaining blood on his hand and arm with it, all traces of the gash now gone. The drops of blood on the stone at his feet burst into ghostly flames and then seem to sink into the stone as glittering light, before fading.

Aphelion gulps for air - though purely from mortal habit and not actual need - trembling, looking like a hound at the end of a coursing race. She nods, once, in thanks. When her eyes meet yours, they are a stark silver, blind with Thirst. She cries out softly, snatches up her weapon, belts and scabbards, and races up the stairs.

The Room of Records
[Exits: east]

A slow breeze tugs in waves at Aphelion's hair. Like a brisk wind, the smell of lavender and the essence of masculinity permeate the empty atmosphere like the christening of freshly baked bread. The thirst would die momentarily under the circumstances, easing her and filling her with the old memories of life and finite existence, making her whole and fulfilled. The essence moves about the room, as if paying each intricate detail to the entirety of dimension and space. Slowly, solidifying in unison with your senses, the Tiger takes form, surrounded out of order by the almost violet aura he mistakenly wears. He refuses to move, watching you..a hint of sorrow and empathy laid like diamonds amongst the rough of his ageless dark pupils.

He speaks, intentful and almost regretting the circumstances in how he speaks.. "Hello Aphelion...how do you feel?" He keeps it short purposefully, underwhelming her with simplicity that offsets the complex decree in which he hears her soul scream.

She gasps at the sudden lessening of her anguish, taking several long breaths to try and calm herself, not having lost that mortal habit. "By Onieros... thank you, Lord." Weary from fighting, she leans against the stone wall of the hall, her eyes keeping watchful note through the portal into her home of Riverhold. "I am.. weary. I ... I battle with this, every day, hoping to gain some measure of control. I will NOT be like Her..." Her words at the end are biting, a promise to herself made.

Drakar quietly yet carefully circles you, his strides graceful and soothing; devoid of intimidation that would normally be associated with such an act. He bears his fangs in a fleeting moment of the lapse of levity at the mention of "her". His eyes dilate and regress with admonishment at the lack of synthesis within soul. When he stops, he nods, the only physical adherence to the words she speaks.

"You must not be...her precedent is for the wicked.. heretical and unfounded. My old friend has done a disservice to your mortal.. an act I cannot change..." he pauses, sighing softly but it echoes in her ears like the dissonance of a vapid choir. "Nor would I...but...I hear your cry, young one.. and.. you are not alone..." He pads to you, now his body withering in paces that mimic a strand of wool flowing through a loom.

She clings to the gift of surcease he has given her with his presence and blessing, and bows formally, the movement rigid and taut.

"I will fight this the only way I know how: Practice, drills, discipline, structure." She glances down at a black wax-lined pouch at her hip. "..and rare venison."

A wry grin parts her lips, flashing her fangs, much to her instant discomfiture. "I do not forgive Her, what she has done. She has stolen two lives - mine, and my father's - but you are right: There is no going back. She has claimed me to her service, and like a good soldier, I will follow orders as I am bid... but by the Gods, I will yet be a SOLDIER, and not so murderous, raging thing..."

She bows her head slightly, her lips moving silently in private prayer: "Onieros grant it be so."
</pre>

Aphelion

2016-09-01T19:47:42Z

Aphelion: /* Personal Timeline: */

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|created = January 6, 2014
|status = Semi-Active
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|race = {{Race|Human}} ([[Kindred (Vampires)|Kindred]])
|hometown = [[Riverhold]]
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|last_seen =
|followed = [[DarkClaw]]
|spouse =
|partner =
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|children =
|relatives = Briefly squired to [[Venom]]
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[[Category:Kindred/Vampire]]
== Mud Contributions: ==
Aphelion was an aggressive competitor in the 2014 TFC Olympics, and took 4th place in the overall individual standings. Her efforts scored 57% of [[The Lost Ones|Team Lost]]'s 3rd place finish in the overall competition. 
 

== Current Description (Feb 11, 2015) ==
A calm, closed expression casts an icy shadow over the unusually lovely
features of this soldier. Her movements hold more leonine strength than
a gazelle's grace. Lush garnet lips are barely parted by the protrusion
of sharp fangs, silvery eyes darkened to steel gray with Hunger unsated.
Her long, crimson-streaked black hair is bound in a single braid to keep
it out of her face in combat or when she Feeds.

===Dressing for the Kindred Masquerade: Dec 20, 2014===
Bright silver eyes gaze back at you from behind the mysterious barrier of a
black raven mask of suede and feathers. The beak of the mask is open, as if
in a scream of victory as she gathers the spirits of the slain. The pungent
scent of death and misery clings to the form of the entity before you and a
ghostly mist trails behind her, as if for this one night, she has become an
Incarna of the Morrigan - the Carrion Crow - in truth and not masquerade.

Aphelion has a special twinkle in her eye.
Aphelion is in perfect health.

Aphelion is using:
<used as light> (Powerful magic) (Glowing) the Rod of Magic
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Transient Glow) A Memento of Hope Lost
<worn on finger> (Moderate magic) (Glowing) (Humming) a ring of violet diamonds
<worn around neck> (Token magic) a single glossy black feather
<worn around neck> a high collar of black suede and sable feathers
<worn on body> a form-fitting gown of black velvet with a feathered bodice
<worn on head> a beaked raven mask of black leather and sable feathers
<worn on legs> (Red Aura) sheer black silk stockings
<worn on arms> long, wing-like sleeves of sable feathers
<worn about body> (Moderate magic) a feather cloak
<worn around wrist> a set of bangles
<worn around wrist> a set of bangles
<wielded> a raven's claw
<wielded off-hand> a raven's claw
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra
<worn with pride> a scarlet ribbon bearing a medallion of nickel
<worn with pride> a badge, a pin, 4 ribbons

===(02/05/14): ===
Her struggle to control a new and unbearable Thirst is written all over the
unusually lovely features of this soldier. Her lush crimson lips are parted
by the protrusion of sharp fangs, her silvery eyes darkened to an icy steel
gray. Her long, crimson-streaked black hair is bound back to keep it out of
her face and from becoming stained when she relents and slakes her Hunger.
Drawing on her military training and deeply ingrained self-discipline, she
focuses on the impossible task ahead: to turn this unwelcome Rebirth into
a useful tool or weapon, instead of the curse that has ended her bloodline
and stripped her of all that she held dear. Her hands shift restlessly at
her sides, callouses visible on her palms from her weapon haft. Impeccable
armor, carefully maintained, wards her tall frame, but here and there, the
removal of insignia has left small scars upon its surface, another sign of
what has been Lost.
 
===01/06/2014===
With eyes like the halo of frost around a silvery full moon, the woman
before you has an icy calm and reserve that is almost unsettling. Her
demeanor is that of one born to privilege - and you can almost hear an
father's regretful, almost mournful tone: 'If only she had been born a
man!' Her piercing gaze sees through facades and self-illusion as she
might through cold morning dew, through challenges and deceptions like
the movement of pieces upon an inlaid chess board and through flattery
and seduction like the scant veil of an oathbreaking nun. Her hair is
arranged into a noblewoman's coronet, an intricate arrangement of ebon
strands, twin streaks of scarlet from her temples drawing your eye. To
underestimate her as simply a woman of means, however, would be error:
Her posture has the composed strength of one as capable in the courts,
be it Cillidellia or D'Or D'Terraithe, as on the blood-soaked field of
honor or glory.

== WHO Lists: ==
01/07/14 - Hum [ Cl: 8 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/13/14 - Hum [ Ra: 9 Cl: 9 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/17/14 - Hum [ Tg: 9 Cl: 9 Ra: 9 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/20/14 - Hum [ Cl:12 Tg:12 Ra:12 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
01/25/14 - Hum [ Cl:17 Ra:15 Tg:15 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
01/27/14 - Hum [ Ra:17 Cl:18 Tg:15 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
02/03/14 - Hum [ Cl:22 Tg:18 Ra:18 ] Aphelion has Lost her family name.
03/02/14 - Hum [ Tg:25 Ra:25 Cl:25 ] Aphelion has lost more than her family name
04/29/14 - Hum [ Ra:28 Cl:29 Tg:28 ] Aphelion: so much Lost, so much Gained
06/18/14 - Hum [ Ra:29 Cl:30 Tg:29 ] Aphelion: so much Lost..
06/20/14 - Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion: so much Lost..
09/01/16 - Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion hides nary a sin. Kindred. Lost.
 

== Character History: ==
===Part I===
It is not the endless repetition of my tutors that was the musical score of my childhood – it was the cadence of marching feet and the calling of drills that echoed through the courtyard of the manor. Father took his duties as a captain of the Kayrron Guard seriously and the men at arms of our household were put through their paces no less rigorously than those of the city. As soon as I could hold a stick, I would mimic them from the balcony of my chamber, which had a bird’s eye view of their movements – far more interesting than practicing embroidery or canning preserves. Father indulged me, so long as my instructors gave me good marks, once bragging to a friend that I was a more apt student than most of his two-year cadets. 

After his service to the guard was up, Father could have become a condottieri, but instead, decided to continue his service to Kayrron, as an ambassador. Cookery and the laying in of herbs were replaced with geography and language. We left behind the safety of our manor and moved in different circles: glittering courts with bright flowers and stalking creatures, intrigues and shadow dealings. I learned to wear the plumage and blend in with the other doves, despite a hawk’s heart, all while using my eyes to see and my ears to hear that which would assist my father in his negotiations. Hated lessons in dance mingled with memorizing the lineage of the Great Houses and the proper placement of forks -- and daggers. Whispers followed, of course – the false pity for a girl with a mother lost in childbirth, dragged about by a father more accustomed to the field of honor than the field of politics. I learned to ignore it; those lessons would prove handy. 

Years passed; my world was my father and my governess, Shuvalriel, and our travels. I saw the gleaming spires of Cillidellia, travelled the ancient roads of the North, picked mushrooms in caves beneath dwarven cities, listened silently and veiled in vast deserts, knelt in prayer beneath a night sky, and learned of the One I would accept as my deity. Shuvalriel was pleased when I pledged to Onieros, dark Father of Dreams to the Drow elves. Her schooling in her native tongue had been peppered with ritual songs and tales of adventure. 

I noticed first; the paleness to his features. The way that Father’s breath would sometimes catch unexpectedly during moments of exertion. His pace had slowed; it was to be expected, given the weight that soldiering buries deep in the bones. In his advanced years, old wounds pained him more, but this was something else, something more pernicious. None of the remedies in any of the lands we had travelled gave him comfort. I hired sages and priests to no avail; none could cure him, only ease the pain somewhat. 

We returned to the manor in Kayrron for the first time in a decade and I sought out the oldest shelves of the library, seeking some mention of anything that could stave off this malady. There, I found a whisper of it: the blood of the Kindred was rumored to be a cure for any ailment. While Kindred were not uncommon in Kayrron, a recent edict by the Prince had sent them all into hiding, upon threat of meeting the sun – it appears his Highness had not appreciated the attentions of his favorite paramour being distracted by their presence. I would have to seek them elsewhere. 

This is my quest; to find the cure. 
 
----
 
===Part II===
'''Excerpt from the Court Record, Kayrron Archivist''' 
Appended to Familia Seremela Annotation, Winter Moon, 23rd Year of the Reign of Arcon the Just 
Word has been received from the Frontier Lands that the last living scion of House Seremela has passed. As Ambassador Seremela left no other heir, his estates and holdings will be held in trust by the Crown until an acknowledged member of the lineage may be found. 
 
'''Personal Notes, Kayrron Archivist''' 
'While it cannot enter the Records of the Court, the attached is documented for historical purposes. - A.' 
 
''"Honored Lady Albertha -'' 
''I must first start this missive with my thanks for all that you have done for my House, my revered Father, and myself. Your tireless research was invaluable, even though my own search was fruitless. The cure was found, but its cost was that which I hoped most to guard. It is, in truth, the sanguis mortis that might have saved my Father; a cure which he has long refused, when first we entertained that possibility. It is a bittersweet agony that within my breast, I now hold both cure and damnation. In its pursuit, a moment's civility became my undoing. I am mortal no more; a Kindred's thirst wracks me and the Queen of Night and Shadow commands my loyalty as my Maker, not the Head of my House or my Crown. I fear that this news will be the death of my Father. Better that he should think me lost on my journey, than this. I praythee, seal this record until after his death. By the laws of my beloved Kayrron, I cannot inherit. I have found some hint of remnants of an ancient line of House Seremela here in the Outlands, but both are broken women who have renounced all of who they are, or are in a state of unknowing. Let it pass to the matrilineal line, if an Heir can be found.'' 
''With all my respect, '' 
''I remain eternally,'' 
''Aphelion Morwen Elizabeth Seremela"'' 
 
----
 
===Part III ===
 
It appears that I am unique amongst the Queen's Chylder - the sole product of Her frenzy. All others were created with deliberation, or in moments of tenderness or passion. I think it likely the cause of Her distance: I am a badge of shame. My presence is a reminder of the depths to which She fell, violating my consent to the deepest extent possible. 
 
As clear as the sun, I recall Her standing some distance away, arms folded, watching me writhe and scream out my life upon the cold stone floor. 
"This is the part I hate," she murmured to her lover as I succumbed. No words of comfort, of guidance, but simply annoyance. 
Since that moment, I have not had a moment's kindness from Her; only duty. I am a true-born Seremela, a veteran of the Six League War, and my father's daughter - I will not grovel for Her attention. Never has our Bond been one of openness and communion; it is no welcoming archway, but a barred gate, through which I can see what might have been. Few of the Lost acknowledge my existence, although the Eldest knows that I am his to command. Little Eluch, hag-ridden and cursed, is only a shadow of the playful boy that teased and trusted in those early days. Mayhem, thankfully, is gone; at least I need not hear his tormenting mockery. The rest I give what is required by duty and courtesy and no more. I avoid Her temple, and instead prowl the Night in solitude, just as I mastered my Thirst in solitude, sweating blood, my jaw clenched against the inferno of need within. 
I have no use for most others, though from time to time, there are those who pique my interest. Bright motes of color amidst the shadow, drawing the eye and the attention for a moment, then fading away with their brief, butterfly lives. I prefer the stillness and the cold over the fire and fervor of humanity, with its tempting blood. I am not one of those who can live amongst them, savoring the torment of their nearness. I am proud to say that I have taken only those who face me in combat, who have a fighting chance. Never an innocent and never in the fervor of passion, but with the same regard and respect I gave those who stood against me upon the field of battle. 
I have found a place where I can rest unmolested, letting the siren call of Night flow over me without disturbing my torpor. The gravekeeper is paid well to keep away the curious, and if I become a bedtime story mothers tell their children to keep them fearful of and safe from that which the Moon reveals, well, so much the better. May Onieros grant them sweeter dreams than mine. 

== Trivia: ==
* Aphelion is the fifth vampire created by [[DarkClaw]]
 
== Player Provided Information: ==
 
== Personal Timeline: ==
01/06/14: Aphelion is created: '''[[A Solider Takes The Field]]''' 
01/08/14: '''[[Aphelion meets Venom]]''' again. 
01/20/14: Aphelion swears personal fealty to [[Venom]] for a year and a day: '''[[Aphelion is Squired]]''' 
01/21/14: Aphelion is attacked by [[Ort]] and harassed by [[Sagan]] when she responds with silence. Sagan says (in common), 'Aphelion's not talking much, her mouth is probably full. :('. As an unaligned, the Rule of Three is not honored, having not been requested in advance. 
01/25/14: Aphelion is slain by [[Ort]]. Determined to put this shame behind her, she gains nine ascensions in the next 36 hours. 
01/28/14: Aphelion is slain by [[Zephyr]]. 
01/30/14: Upon hearing of Aphelion's failures in combat, '''[[Venom Gives a Scolding]]'''. 
02/03/14: Against her will, Aphelion is Turned by [[DarkClaw]] when she makes the mistake of offering the out-of-control vampire a blood oath, after her term of service is abruptly ended by [[Venom|Mayhem]]: '''[[Aphelion's End]]''' 
02/05/14: Aphelion fights to learn: '''[[To Control Her Thirst]]''' 
'''[[02/08/14]]''': Aphelion wins the Olympic Rings Scavenger Hunt, with some assistance from [[Belsambar]] with the Black Ring. She spends time speaking with Eluch and training herself to control her Thirst. 
02/09/14: Aphelion enters the Olympic Haiku, but does not place: Battle lines are drawn / Pawns facing across a board / Who will win today? 
02/25/14: [[Tynian]] announces the final standings, and Aphelion takes fourth place in the overall. Her efforts help push Team Lost to the Bronze Medal, with 57% of their total score coming from Aphelion's contributions. 
06/20/14: At the request of [[Nicholai|The Eldest]], Aphelion seeks and obtains her final Ascension, witnessed by [[DarkClaw]] and [[Orpik]]. 
07/15/15: Aphelion is attacked thrice by [[Ghazkull]] in an attempt to complete one of the requirements of Wyld for his Triat Mastery Quest. He is unsuccessful. 
07/17/15: The Triat Initiate provides an explanation for his attacks, and acquiesces to Aphelion's required act of contrition.

== Player Information: ==

Aphelion

2016-09-01T19:38:35Z

Aphelion: /* Personal Timeline: */

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[[Category:Kindred/Vampire]]
== Mud Contributions: ==
Aphelion was an aggressive competitor in the 2014 TFC Olympics, and took 4th place in the overall individual standings. Her efforts scored 57% of [[The Lost Ones|Team Lost]]'s 3rd place finish in the overall competition. 
 

== Current Description (Feb 11, 2015) ==
A calm, closed expression casts an icy shadow over the unusually lovely
features of this soldier. Her movements hold more leonine strength than
a gazelle's grace. Lush garnet lips are barely parted by the protrusion
of sharp fangs, silvery eyes darkened to steel gray with Hunger unsated.
Her long, crimson-streaked black hair is bound in a single braid to keep
it out of her face in combat or when she Feeds.

===Dressing for the Kindred Masquerade: Dec 20, 2014===
Bright silver eyes gaze back at you from behind the mysterious barrier of a
black raven mask of suede and feathers. The beak of the mask is open, as if
in a scream of victory as she gathers the spirits of the slain. The pungent
scent of death and misery clings to the form of the entity before you and a
ghostly mist trails behind her, as if for this one night, she has become an
Incarna of the Morrigan - the Carrion Crow - in truth and not masquerade.

Aphelion has a special twinkle in her eye.
Aphelion is in perfect health.

Aphelion is using:
<used as light> (Powerful magic) (Glowing) the Rod of Magic
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Transient Glow) A Memento of Hope Lost
<worn on finger> (Moderate magic) (Glowing) (Humming) a ring of violet diamonds
<worn around neck> (Token magic) a single glossy black feather
<worn around neck> a high collar of black suede and sable feathers
<worn on body> a form-fitting gown of black velvet with a feathered bodice
<worn on head> a beaked raven mask of black leather and sable feathers
<worn on legs> (Red Aura) sheer black silk stockings
<worn on arms> long, wing-like sleeves of sable feathers
<worn about body> (Moderate magic) a feather cloak
<worn around wrist> a set of bangles
<worn around wrist> a set of bangles
<wielded> a raven's claw
<wielded off-hand> a raven's claw
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra
<worn with pride> a scarlet ribbon bearing a medallion of nickel
<worn with pride> a badge, a pin, 4 ribbons

===(02/05/14): ===
Her struggle to control a new and unbearable Thirst is written all over the
unusually lovely features of this soldier. Her lush crimson lips are parted
by the protrusion of sharp fangs, her silvery eyes darkened to an icy steel
gray. Her long, crimson-streaked black hair is bound back to keep it out of
her face and from becoming stained when she relents and slakes her Hunger.
Drawing on her military training and deeply ingrained self-discipline, she
focuses on the impossible task ahead: to turn this unwelcome Rebirth into
a useful tool or weapon, instead of the curse that has ended her bloodline
and stripped her of all that she held dear. Her hands shift restlessly at
her sides, callouses visible on her palms from her weapon haft. Impeccable
armor, carefully maintained, wards her tall frame, but here and there, the
removal of insignia has left small scars upon its surface, another sign of
what has been Lost.
 
===01/06/2014===
With eyes like the halo of frost around a silvery full moon, the woman
before you has an icy calm and reserve that is almost unsettling. Her
demeanor is that of one born to privilege - and you can almost hear an
father's regretful, almost mournful tone: 'If only she had been born a
man!' Her piercing gaze sees through facades and self-illusion as she
might through cold morning dew, through challenges and deceptions like
the movement of pieces upon an inlaid chess board and through flattery
and seduction like the scant veil of an oathbreaking nun. Her hair is
arranged into a noblewoman's coronet, an intricate arrangement of ebon
strands, twin streaks of scarlet from her temples drawing your eye. To
underestimate her as simply a woman of means, however, would be error:
Her posture has the composed strength of one as capable in the courts,
be it Cillidellia or D'Or D'Terraithe, as on the blood-soaked field of
honor or glory.

== WHO Lists: ==
01/07/14 - Hum [ Cl: 8 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/13/14 - Hum [ Ra: 9 Cl: 9 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/17/14 - Hum [ Tg: 9 Cl: 9 Ra: 9 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/20/14 - Hum [ Cl:12 Tg:12 Ra:12 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
01/25/14 - Hum [ Cl:17 Ra:15 Tg:15 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
01/27/14 - Hum [ Ra:17 Cl:18 Tg:15 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
02/03/14 - Hum [ Cl:22 Tg:18 Ra:18 ] Aphelion has Lost her family name.
03/02/14 - Hum [ Tg:25 Ra:25 Cl:25 ] Aphelion has lost more than her family name
04/29/14 - Hum [ Ra:28 Cl:29 Tg:28 ] Aphelion: so much Lost, so much Gained
06/18/14 - Hum [ Ra:29 Cl:30 Tg:29 ] Aphelion: so much Lost..
06/20/14 - Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion: so much Lost..
09/01/16 - Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion hides nary a sin. Kindred. Lost.
 

== Character History: ==
===Part I===
It is not the endless repetition of my tutors that was the musical score of my childhood – it was the cadence of marching feet and the calling of drills that echoed through the courtyard of the manor. Father took his duties as a captain of the Kayrron Guard seriously and the men at arms of our household were put through their paces no less rigorously than those of the city. As soon as I could hold a stick, I would mimic them from the balcony of my chamber, which had a bird’s eye view of their movements – far more interesting than practicing embroidery or canning preserves. Father indulged me, so long as my instructors gave me good marks, once bragging to a friend that I was a more apt student than most of his two-year cadets. 

After his service to the guard was up, Father could have become a condottieri, but instead, decided to continue his service to Kayrron, as an ambassador. Cookery and the laying in of herbs were replaced with geography and language. We left behind the safety of our manor and moved in different circles: glittering courts with bright flowers and stalking creatures, intrigues and shadow dealings. I learned to wear the plumage and blend in with the other doves, despite a hawk’s heart, all while using my eyes to see and my ears to hear that which would assist my father in his negotiations. Hated lessons in dance mingled with memorizing the lineage of the Great Houses and the proper placement of forks -- and daggers. Whispers followed, of course – the false pity for a girl with a mother lost in childbirth, dragged about by a father more accustomed to the field of honor than the field of politics. I learned to ignore it; those lessons would prove handy. 

Years passed; my world was my father and my governess, Shuvalriel, and our travels. I saw the gleaming spires of Cillidellia, travelled the ancient roads of the North, picked mushrooms in caves beneath dwarven cities, listened silently and veiled in vast deserts, knelt in prayer beneath a night sky, and learned of the One I would accept as my deity. Shuvalriel was pleased when I pledged to Onieros, dark Father of Dreams to the Drow elves. Her schooling in her native tongue had been peppered with ritual songs and tales of adventure. 

I noticed first; the paleness to his features. The way that Father’s breath would sometimes catch unexpectedly during moments of exertion. His pace had slowed; it was to be expected, given the weight that soldiering buries deep in the bones. In his advanced years, old wounds pained him more, but this was something else, something more pernicious. None of the remedies in any of the lands we had travelled gave him comfort. I hired sages and priests to no avail; none could cure him, only ease the pain somewhat. 

We returned to the manor in Kayrron for the first time in a decade and I sought out the oldest shelves of the library, seeking some mention of anything that could stave off this malady. There, I found a whisper of it: the blood of the Kindred was rumored to be a cure for any ailment. While Kindred were not uncommon in Kayrron, a recent edict by the Prince had sent them all into hiding, upon threat of meeting the sun – it appears his Highness had not appreciated the attentions of his favorite paramour being distracted by their presence. I would have to seek them elsewhere. 

This is my quest; to find the cure. 
 
----
 
===Part II===
'''Excerpt from the Court Record, Kayrron Archivist''' 
Appended to Familia Seremela Annotation, Winter Moon, 23rd Year of the Reign of Arcon the Just 
Word has been received from the Frontier Lands that the last living scion of House Seremela has passed. As Ambassador Seremela left no other heir, his estates and holdings will be held in trust by the Crown until an acknowledged member of the lineage may be found. 
 
'''Personal Notes, Kayrron Archivist''' 
'While it cannot enter the Records of the Court, the attached is documented for historical purposes. - A.' 
 
''"Honored Lady Albertha -'' 
''I must first start this missive with my thanks for all that you have done for my House, my revered Father, and myself. Your tireless research was invaluable, even though my own search was fruitless. The cure was found, but its cost was that which I hoped most to guard. It is, in truth, the sanguis mortis that might have saved my Father; a cure which he has long refused, when first we entertained that possibility. It is a bittersweet agony that within my breast, I now hold both cure and damnation. In its pursuit, a moment's civility became my undoing. I am mortal no more; a Kindred's thirst wracks me and the Queen of Night and Shadow commands my loyalty as my Maker, not the Head of my House or my Crown. I fear that this news will be the death of my Father. Better that he should think me lost on my journey, than this. I praythee, seal this record until after his death. By the laws of my beloved Kayrron, I cannot inherit. I have found some hint of remnants of an ancient line of House Seremela here in the Outlands, but both are broken women who have renounced all of who they are, or are in a state of unknowing. Let it pass to the matrilineal line, if an Heir can be found.'' 
''With all my respect, '' 
''I remain eternally,'' 
''Aphelion Morwen Elizabeth Seremela"'' 
 
----
 
===Part III ===
 
It appears that I am unique amongst the Queen's Chylder - the sole product of Her frenzy. All others were created with deliberation, or in moments of tenderness or passion. I think it likely the cause of Her distance: I am a badge of shame. My presence is a reminder of the depths to which She fell, violating my consent to the deepest extent possible. 
 
As clear as the sun, I recall Her standing some distance away, arms folded, watching me writhe and scream out my life upon the cold stone floor. 
"This is the part I hate," she murmured to her lover as I succumbed. No words of comfort, of guidance, but simply annoyance. 
Since that moment, I have not had a moment's kindness from Her; only duty. I am a true-born Seremela, a veteran of the Six League War, and my father's daughter - I will not grovel for Her attention. Never has our Bond been one of openness and communion; it is no welcoming archway, but a barred gate, through which I can see what might have been. Few of the Lost acknowledge my existence, although the Eldest knows that I am his to command. Little Eluch, hag-ridden and cursed, is only a shadow of the playful boy that teased and trusted in those early days. Mayhem, thankfully, is gone; at least I need not hear his tormenting mockery. The rest I give what is required by duty and courtesy and no more. I avoid Her temple, and instead prowl the Night in solitude, just as I mastered my Thirst in solitude, sweating blood, my jaw clenched against the inferno of need within. 
I have no use for most others, though from time to time, there are those who pique my interest. Bright motes of color amidst the shadow, drawing the eye and the attention for a moment, then fading away with their brief, butterfly lives. I prefer the stillness and the cold over the fire and fervor of humanity, with its tempting blood. I am not one of those who can live amongst them, savoring the torment of their nearness. I am proud to say that I have taken only those who face me in combat, who have a fighting chance. Never an innocent and never in the fervor of passion, but with the same regard and respect I gave those who stood against me upon the field of battle. 
I have found a place where I can rest unmolested, letting the siren call of Night flow over me without disturbing my torpor. The gravekeeper is paid well to keep away the curious, and if I become a bedtime story mothers tell their children to keep them fearful of and safe from that which the Moon reveals, well, so much the better. May Onieros grant them sweeter dreams than mine. 

== Trivia: ==
* Aphelion is the fifth vampire created by [[DarkClaw]]
 
== Player Provided Information: ==
 
== Personal Timeline: ==
01/06/14: Aphelion is created: '''[[A Solider Takes The Field]]''' 
01/08/14: '''[[Aphelion meets Venom]]''' again. 
01/20/14: Aphelion swears personal fealty to [[Venom]] for a year and a day: '''[[Aphelion is Squired]]''' 
01/21/14: Aphelion is attacked by [[Ort]] and harassed by [[Sagan]] when she responds with silence. Sagan says (in common), 'Aphelion's not talking much, her mouth is probably full. :('. As an unaligned, the Rule of Three is not honored, having not been requested in advance. 
01/25/14: Aphelion is slain by [[Ort]]. Determined to put this shame behind her, she gains nine ascensions in the next 36 hours. 
01/28/14: Aphelion is slain by [[Zephyr]]. 
01/30/14: Upon hearing of Aphelion's failures in combat, '''[[Venom Gives a Scolding]]'''. 
02/03/14: Against her will, Aphelion is Turned by [[DarkClaw]] when she makes the mistake of offering the out-of-control vampire a blood oath, after her term of service is abruptly ended by [[Venom|Mayhem]]: '''[[Aphelion's End]]''' 
02/05/14: Aphelion fights to learn: '''[[To Control Her Thirst]]''' 
02/08/14: Aphelion wins the Olympic Rings Scavenger Hunt, with some assistance from [[Belsambar]] with the Black Ring. 
02/09/14: Aphelion enters the Olympic Haiku, but does not place: Battle lines are drawn / Pawns facing across a board / Who will win today? 
02/25/14: [[Tynian]] announces the final standings, and Aphelion takes fourth place in the overall. Her efforts help push Team Lost to the Bronze Medal, with 57% of their total score coming from Aphelion's contributions. 
06/20/14: At the request of [[Nicholai|The Eldest]], Aphelion seeks and obtains her final Ascension, witnessed by [[DarkClaw]] and [[Orpik]]. 
07/15/15: Aphelion is attacked thrice by [[Ghazkull]] in an attempt to complete one of the requirements of Wyld for his Triat Mastery Quest. He is unsuccessful. 
07/17/15: The Triat Initiate provides an explanation for his attacks, and acquiesces to Aphelion's required act of contrition.

== Player Information: ==

To Control Her Thirst

2016-09-01T19:37:32Z

Aphelion: Control Her Thirst

[[Category:Logs]]
[[Category:RP]]
[[Category:Kindred]]
02/05/14: 
==The Tale of Eluch – Log by Aphelion==
 
Aphelion ftells, ‘*speaking with care to keep her tone calm and even* Hello'. 
 
Eluch ftells, 'heya'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, ‘are you in need of anything?'. 
 
Eluch ftells, 'do you happen to know the safe room in the savannah?'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, ‘didn’t know there was one'. 
 
Eluch ftells, 'wasn't sure'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, ‘i have not spent any time there'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, ‘so... (her tone carrying a certain careful lightness, as if to deliberately focus on something ..else...) .. Tell me of yourself'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, ‘(more quietly) I do not know any of the Lost particularly well, save Venom.'. 
 
Eluch ftells, 'well...'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, ‘(quietly, to herself) .. i may as well make the best of this I can...'. 
 
Eluch ftells, 'My father was a leatherworker from Kuroth..'. 
 
Eluch ftells, 'He moved to Riverhold and met my mother which had also migrated to Riverhold when she was younger'. 
 
Eluch ftells, 'She was an elven priestess from Lloth Lorien.'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, ‘*nods, listening intently to distract herself*'. 
 
Eluch ftells, 'I was conceived in Riverhold 36 years ago..'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, ‘of what Deity was she a priestess?'. 
 
Eluch ftells, 'Nobody knew much of them, I was orphaned at the age of 2..I was told they went on a mission trip to Barbegazi.. yet never returned..'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, ‘those are bloodthirsty gnomes... (her voice trails off, realizing the irony)'. 
 
Eluch ftells, 'Are you familiar with Nasha of Riverhold?'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, ‘I am.'. 
 
Eluch ftells, 'She tried to look after me in my younger years as her time allowed.'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, ‘(awkwardly) .. my name is... er... (bitterly) .. was... Seremela.'. 
 
Eluch ftells, 'What I know of my family have been the minute details she has given me.'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, ‘(with care to better school her tone) .. she is a kind woman.'. 
 
Eluch ftells, 'Yeah. She has tried to help much more than I would ever allow.'. 
 
DarkClaw has granted you the ability to see her when she is invis. 
DarkClaw ftells, 'Hello'. 
 
Eluch ftells, 'hi!'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, ‘(her voice carefully schooled to courtesy) Lady.'. 
 
You tell Eluch (in common), '*nods* I was raised without a mother and the phrase "You poor, dear girl!" is one i heard overmuch.'. 
 
Aphelion clamps her lips shut to suppress a groan as the hunger builds again. 
 
Eluch ftells, 'does anyone have a spare 'remove curse' potion?'. 
 
Aphelion breathes deeply - if unnecessarily - in an effort to maintain her focus. 
 
Someone ftells, '*blinks* Eluch, how did you get so big already?'. 
 
Eluch ftells, 'while others rest I work, Mistress'. 
 
Someone ftells, 'You only arrived in the realm thirteen days ago.'. 
 
 
==Food – Log by Aphelion==
 
 
Aphelion kneels in vigil, keeping her focus. 
Aphelion shifts restlessly, feeling the Hunger rising. 
 
Belgarion ftells, 'INFO : Somewhere, Aphelion shifts restlessly, feeling the Hunger rising.'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, ‘(embarrassed) ... must you be so observant..?'. 
 
Someone ftells, '*raises a brow at Aphelion's words* Hmm?'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, ‘..nothing, Lady.'. 
 
Someone ftells, 'Talking to yourself?'. 
 
Eluch ftells, 'I think she was commenting on Belg second hand information'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, ‘*nods silently to Eluch*'. 
 
Aphelion drinks water from a fountain. 
Aphelion sighs as the water does nothing to slake her thirst. 
 
DarkClaw has granted you the ability to see her when she is invis. 
 
Aphelion ftells, ‘*bows*'. 
Aphelion ftells, ‘thank you, Lady'. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'Of course.'. 
DarkClaw ftells, 'Are you feeling comfortable among the Lost?'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, ‘...No. But that will come in time.'. 
Aphelion ftells, ‘(quietly, with an undertone of upset) ... they smell like food.'. 
 
Eluch ftells, '*shifts nervously*'. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, '*frowns and you feel a hint of guilt seeping through the bond, then it is gone just as quickly* They are only food if they choose to be so.'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, ‘I would do no harm to one of Yours, Lady. But it is why I isolate myself... until I have better control of this....'. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, 'The thirst can be brutal and will take time and perseverance to control.'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, ‘I am a soldier ... This is simply another battle to fight (her tone is flat, with forced calm she does not feel as she battles within)'. 
 
Eluch arrives from the south. 
Eluch leaves north. 
 
Eluch arrives from the north. 
Eluch leaves north. 
 
Eluch arrives from the north. 
Eluch leaves south. 
 
Aphelion ftells, ‘(quietly) Please do not tarry, Eluch. I apologize .. but it is not safe.'. 
 
(a short time later) 
 
Aphelion ftells, ‘*quietly, her voice odd* .. I can still smell you in the school, Eluch, where you rested your hand on Elvalee's desk as she taught you...'. 
 
Eluch arrives from the south. 
Eluch leaves south. 
 
Aphelion ftells, ‘You smell like the river and the orchard and of sweat and exertion.'. 
 
Eluch arrives from the south. 
Eluch tries to hurry through, heeding the warning, but trips and smacks his head hard against the unforgiving ground. 
 
Eluch starts moaning. 
Eluch reaches up to his forehead, the blood trickling free into his parse fingers. 
 
Aphelion is on him in an instant, her hand hard on his arm. 
 
Eluch struggles, writhing to free himself. 
 
DarkClaw ftells, '*senses her chylder's torment through the bond, sending back soothing energy in hopes of calming her*'. 
 
Aphelion growls softly, jerking him to his feet and shoving him away, HARD. 
 
Eluch leaves north. 
Eluch ftells, '..I...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disrupt you..'. 
 
Aphelion breathes hard, gasping for breaths she does not need, her fingers flexing into claws. 
 
Eluch ftells, '*he seeks refuge in Hovelton, tending to his freely bleeding wound*'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, ‘*growls softly* Have a care as you walk next time...'. 
 
Aphelion murmurs, "By Onieros, I resisted it!!" 
 
Aphelion crouches down by where Eluch fell, drawing in the scent of his blood. 
Aphelion runs a fingertip along the floor, catching up a single droplet that fell. 
Aphelion breathes in the intoxicating smell, her lips parting, mouth watering. 
 
Aphelion swears loudly for a long time. 
Aphelion swears loudly for a long time. 
 
The Kitchen 
[Exits: west] 
A small white fountain gushes forth here. 
 
Aphelion washes her hands vigorously. 
 
Eluch drinks water from a fountain. 
 
Aphelion glances at you sharply. 
 
Aphelion ftells, ‘... be careful, Eluch...'. 
Aphelion ftells, ‘I left Riverhold to keep you .. safer..'. 
 
Someone ftells, '*strained* His wound is closed.'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, ‘(bitterly) Do not bleed around the Lady, either, Eluch. '. 
 
Eluch ftells, 'I may be young and naive about much, but do not think that I will not defend myself if I feel threatened. I am guilty of ignorance and clumsiness. I will keep my distance now. As long as you keep yours.'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, ‘I am not making threats, Eluch...'. 
 
Zephyr rests. 
Zephyr looks at you. 
 
Zephyr says (in common), 'sagan on?'. 
 
Aphelion draws back. 
 
Zephyr utters the words, 'hiqahz abyzqh'. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), '..dont know.'. 
 
Zephyr utters the words, 'hiqahz abyzqh'. 
 
Aphelion says (in common), '..please leave.. or i shall...'. 
 
Zephyr raises an eyebrow. 
 
Zephyr slides his helm down to cover his neck. 
 
Zephyr utters the words, 'hiqahz abyzqh'. 
 
Aphelion clenches her jaw and slips past you as quickly as she can. 
 
Eluch ftells, 'bye Lady and Sere..*he stops, his dictation too poor to continue* I hope you feel better..'. 
 
Someone ftells, '*shakes her head, bemused* He is so naive.'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, ‘*snaps her head up at the sound of her lost name*'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, ‘good bye, Eluch..'. 
 
Someone ftells, 'I have cautioned him away from your presence when wounded.'. 
 
Aphelion ftells, ‘(a touch of humbleness) .. thank you, Lady.'. 
 
 
==A Warning For Pie – Lob by Aphelion==
 
 
Aphelion tells Pie (in common), '(her voice low) .. Hello, Pie. I must ask a favor of you - that you avoid me for a time. My company is not.. safe.'. 
 
Pie tells Aphelion (in common), 'Hmmm....I will take your advice as requested....'. 
 
Aphelion tells Pie (in common), '(her voice taking on the slightest humor) ...not that you have much to fear - i have seen you fight - but i am struck with an.. illness.. I must master before I am able to enjoy the company of others in safety...'. 
 
Pie tells Aphelion (in common), 'hmmm.....Interesting. All others?'. 
 
Aphelion tells Pie (in common), '(her voice low, with shame) Yes.'. 
 
Pie tells Aphelion (in common), 'That is unfortunate.'. 
 
Someone gossips, 'Congratulations, Pie.'. 
 
Pie gossips (in common), 'Thank you. :)'. 
 
Aphelion gossips (in common), 'congratulations, Pie'. 
 
Pie gossips (in common), 'Thank you.'. 
 
Aphelion tells Pie (in common), '.. it is a malady of Thirst.'. 
 
Pie tells Aphelion (in common), 'I think I understand, I have been around the "turned" before.'. 
 
Aphelion tells Pie (in common), '(nods bitterly) it was unexpected.. unwelcome.. and I will not subject others to it until I can control it..'. 
 
Pie tells Aphelion (in common), 'It is one way to handle the malady....'. 
 
Aphelion tells Pie (in common), 'do you know another?!'. 
 
Pie tells Aphelion (in common), 'I have not been around another in years and years.'. 
 
Aphelion tells Pie (in common), 'no - i meant.. do you know another way to handle this malady?'. 
 
(end Scene: Pie lost link)

Aphelion

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Aphelion: /* Personal Timeline: */

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|imm_rank =
|created = January 6, 2014
|status = Semi-Active
|retire_date =
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|hometown = [[Riverhold]]
|classes = {{Class|Cleric}} {{Class|Ranger}} {{Class|Thug}}
|last_seen =
|followed = [[DarkClaw]]
|spouse =
|partner =
|parents =
|children =
|relatives = Briefly squired to [[Venom]]
|areas_written =
|immorted_on =
|following =
|portfolio =
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[[File:Aphelion Seremela.jpg|350px|thumb|left]]
[[Category:Kindred/Vampire]]
== Mud Contributions: ==
Aphelion was an aggressive competitor in the 2014 TFC Olympics, and took 4th place in the overall individual standings. Her efforts scored 57% of [[The Lost Ones|Team Lost]]'s 3rd place finish in the overall competition. 
 

== Current Description (Feb 11, 2015) ==
A calm, closed expression casts an icy shadow over the unusually lovely
features of this soldier. Her movements hold more leonine strength than
a gazelle's grace. Lush garnet lips are barely parted by the protrusion
of sharp fangs, silvery eyes darkened to steel gray with Hunger unsated.
Her long, crimson-streaked black hair is bound in a single braid to keep
it out of her face in combat or when she Feeds.

===Dressing for the Kindred Masquerade: Dec 20, 2014===
Bright silver eyes gaze back at you from behind the mysterious barrier of a
black raven mask of suede and feathers. The beak of the mask is open, as if
in a scream of victory as she gathers the spirits of the slain. The pungent
scent of death and misery clings to the form of the entity before you and a
ghostly mist trails behind her, as if for this one night, she has become an
Incarna of the Morrigan - the Carrion Crow - in truth and not masquerade.

Aphelion has a special twinkle in her eye.
Aphelion is in perfect health.

Aphelion is using:
<used as light> (Powerful magic) (Glowing) the Rod of Magic
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Transient Glow) A Memento of Hope Lost
<worn on finger> (Moderate magic) (Glowing) (Humming) a ring of violet diamonds
<worn around neck> (Token magic) a single glossy black feather
<worn around neck> a high collar of black suede and sable feathers
<worn on body> a form-fitting gown of black velvet with a feathered bodice
<worn on head> a beaked raven mask of black leather and sable feathers
<worn on legs> (Red Aura) sheer black silk stockings
<worn on arms> long, wing-like sleeves of sable feathers
<worn about body> (Moderate magic) a feather cloak
<worn around wrist> a set of bangles
<worn around wrist> a set of bangles
<wielded> a raven's claw
<wielded off-hand> a raven's claw
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra
<worn with pride> a scarlet ribbon bearing a medallion of nickel
<worn with pride> a badge, a pin, 4 ribbons

===(02/05/14): ===
Her struggle to control a new and unbearable Thirst is written all over the
unusually lovely features of this soldier. Her lush crimson lips are parted
by the protrusion of sharp fangs, her silvery eyes darkened to an icy steel
gray. Her long, crimson-streaked black hair is bound back to keep it out of
her face and from becoming stained when she relents and slakes her Hunger.
Drawing on her military training and deeply ingrained self-discipline, she
focuses on the impossible task ahead: to turn this unwelcome Rebirth into
a useful tool or weapon, instead of the curse that has ended her bloodline
and stripped her of all that she held dear. Her hands shift restlessly at
her sides, callouses visible on her palms from her weapon haft. Impeccable
armor, carefully maintained, wards her tall frame, but here and there, the
removal of insignia has left small scars upon its surface, another sign of
what has been Lost.
 
===01/06/2014===
With eyes like the halo of frost around a silvery full moon, the woman
before you has an icy calm and reserve that is almost unsettling. Her
demeanor is that of one born to privilege - and you can almost hear an
father's regretful, almost mournful tone: 'If only she had been born a
man!' Her piercing gaze sees through facades and self-illusion as she
might through cold morning dew, through challenges and deceptions like
the movement of pieces upon an inlaid chess board and through flattery
and seduction like the scant veil of an oathbreaking nun. Her hair is
arranged into a noblewoman's coronet, an intricate arrangement of ebon
strands, twin streaks of scarlet from her temples drawing your eye. To
underestimate her as simply a woman of means, however, would be error:
Her posture has the composed strength of one as capable in the courts,
be it Cillidellia or D'Or D'Terraithe, as on the blood-soaked field of
honor or glory.

== WHO Lists: ==
01/07/14 - Hum [ Cl: 8 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/13/14 - Hum [ Ra: 9 Cl: 9 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/17/14 - Hum [ Tg: 9 Cl: 9 Ra: 9 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/20/14 - Hum [ Cl:12 Tg:12 Ra:12 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
01/25/14 - Hum [ Cl:17 Ra:15 Tg:15 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
01/27/14 - Hum [ Ra:17 Cl:18 Tg:15 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
02/03/14 - Hum [ Cl:22 Tg:18 Ra:18 ] Aphelion has Lost her family name.
03/02/14 - Hum [ Tg:25 Ra:25 Cl:25 ] Aphelion has lost more than her family name
04/29/14 - Hum [ Ra:28 Cl:29 Tg:28 ] Aphelion: so much Lost, so much Gained
06/18/14 - Hum [ Ra:29 Cl:30 Tg:29 ] Aphelion: so much Lost..
06/20/14 - Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion: so much Lost..
09/01/16 - Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion hides nary a sin. Kindred. Lost.
 

== Character History: ==
===Part I===
It is not the endless repetition of my tutors that was the musical score of my childhood – it was the cadence of marching feet and the calling of drills that echoed through the courtyard of the manor. Father took his duties as a captain of the Kayrron Guard seriously and the men at arms of our household were put through their paces no less rigorously than those of the city. As soon as I could hold a stick, I would mimic them from the balcony of my chamber, which had a bird’s eye view of their movements – far more interesting than practicing embroidery or canning preserves. Father indulged me, so long as my instructors gave me good marks, once bragging to a friend that I was a more apt student than most of his two-year cadets. 

After his service to the guard was up, Father could have become a condottieri, but instead, decided to continue his service to Kayrron, as an ambassador. Cookery and the laying in of herbs were replaced with geography and language. We left behind the safety of our manor and moved in different circles: glittering courts with bright flowers and stalking creatures, intrigues and shadow dealings. I learned to wear the plumage and blend in with the other doves, despite a hawk’s heart, all while using my eyes to see and my ears to hear that which would assist my father in his negotiations. Hated lessons in dance mingled with memorizing the lineage of the Great Houses and the proper placement of forks -- and daggers. Whispers followed, of course – the false pity for a girl with a mother lost in childbirth, dragged about by a father more accustomed to the field of honor than the field of politics. I learned to ignore it; those lessons would prove handy. 

Years passed; my world was my father and my governess, Shuvalriel, and our travels. I saw the gleaming spires of Cillidellia, travelled the ancient roads of the North, picked mushrooms in caves beneath dwarven cities, listened silently and veiled in vast deserts, knelt in prayer beneath a night sky, and learned of the One I would accept as my deity. Shuvalriel was pleased when I pledged to Onieros, dark Father of Dreams to the Drow elves. Her schooling in her native tongue had been peppered with ritual songs and tales of adventure. 

I noticed first; the paleness to his features. The way that Father’s breath would sometimes catch unexpectedly during moments of exertion. His pace had slowed; it was to be expected, given the weight that soldiering buries deep in the bones. In his advanced years, old wounds pained him more, but this was something else, something more pernicious. None of the remedies in any of the lands we had travelled gave him comfort. I hired sages and priests to no avail; none could cure him, only ease the pain somewhat. 

We returned to the manor in Kayrron for the first time in a decade and I sought out the oldest shelves of the library, seeking some mention of anything that could stave off this malady. There, I found a whisper of it: the blood of the Kindred was rumored to be a cure for any ailment. While Kindred were not uncommon in Kayrron, a recent edict by the Prince had sent them all into hiding, upon threat of meeting the sun – it appears his Highness had not appreciated the attentions of his favorite paramour being distracted by their presence. I would have to seek them elsewhere. 

This is my quest; to find the cure. 
 
----
 
===Part II===
'''Excerpt from the Court Record, Kayrron Archivist''' 
Appended to Familia Seremela Annotation, Winter Moon, 23rd Year of the Reign of Arcon the Just 
Word has been received from the Frontier Lands that the last living scion of House Seremela has passed. As Ambassador Seremela left no other heir, his estates and holdings will be held in trust by the Crown until an acknowledged member of the lineage may be found. 
 
'''Personal Notes, Kayrron Archivist''' 
'While it cannot enter the Records of the Court, the attached is documented for historical purposes. - A.' 
 
''"Honored Lady Albertha -'' 
''I must first start this missive with my thanks for all that you have done for my House, my revered Father, and myself. Your tireless research was invaluable, even though my own search was fruitless. The cure was found, but its cost was that which I hoped most to guard. It is, in truth, the sanguis mortis that might have saved my Father; a cure which he has long refused, when first we entertained that possibility. It is a bittersweet agony that within my breast, I now hold both cure and damnation. In its pursuit, a moment's civility became my undoing. I am mortal no more; a Kindred's thirst wracks me and the Queen of Night and Shadow commands my loyalty as my Maker, not the Head of my House or my Crown. I fear that this news will be the death of my Father. Better that he should think me lost on my journey, than this. I praythee, seal this record until after his death. By the laws of my beloved Kayrron, I cannot inherit. I have found some hint of remnants of an ancient line of House Seremela here in the Outlands, but both are broken women who have renounced all of who they are, or are in a state of unknowing. Let it pass to the matrilineal line, if an Heir can be found.'' 
''With all my respect, '' 
''I remain eternally,'' 
''Aphelion Morwen Elizabeth Seremela"'' 
 
----
 
===Part III ===
 
It appears that I am unique amongst the Queen's Chylder - the sole product of Her frenzy. All others were created with deliberation, or in moments of tenderness or passion. I think it likely the cause of Her distance: I am a badge of shame. My presence is a reminder of the depths to which She fell, violating my consent to the deepest extent possible. 
 
As clear as the sun, I recall Her standing some distance away, arms folded, watching me writhe and scream out my life upon the cold stone floor. 
"This is the part I hate," she murmured to her lover as I succumbed. No words of comfort, of guidance, but simply annoyance. 
Since that moment, I have not had a moment's kindness from Her; only duty. I am a true-born Seremela, a veteran of the Six League War, and my father's daughter - I will not grovel for Her attention. Never has our Bond been one of openness and communion; it is no welcoming archway, but a barred gate, through which I can see what might have been. Few of the Lost acknowledge my existence, although the Eldest knows that I am his to command. Little Eluch, hag-ridden and cursed, is only a shadow of the playful boy that teased and trusted in those early days. Mayhem, thankfully, is gone; at least I need not hear his tormenting mockery. The rest I give what is required by duty and courtesy and no more. I avoid Her temple, and instead prowl the Night in solitude, just as I mastered my Thirst in solitude, sweating blood, my jaw clenched against the inferno of need within. 
I have no use for most others, though from time to time, there are those who pique my interest. Bright motes of color amidst the shadow, drawing the eye and the attention for a moment, then fading away with their brief, butterfly lives. I prefer the stillness and the cold over the fire and fervor of humanity, with its tempting blood. I am not one of those who can live amongst them, savoring the torment of their nearness. I am proud to say that I have taken only those who face me in combat, who have a fighting chance. Never an innocent and never in the fervor of passion, but with the same regard and respect I gave those who stood against me upon the field of battle. 
I have found a place where I can rest unmolested, letting the siren call of Night flow over me without disturbing my torpor. The gravekeeper is paid well to keep away the curious, and if I become a bedtime story mothers tell their children to keep them fearful of and safe from that which the Moon reveals, well, so much the better. May Onieros grant them sweeter dreams than mine. 

== Trivia: ==
* Aphelion is the fifth vampire created by [[DarkClaw]]
 
== Player Provided Information: ==
 
== Personal Timeline: ==
01/06/14: Aphelion is created: [[A Solider Takes The Field]] 
01/08/14: [[Aphelion meets Venom]] again. 
01/20/14: Aphelion swears personal fealty to [[Venom]] for a year and a day: [[Aphelion is Squired]] 
01/21/14: Aphelion is attacked by [[Ort]] and harassed by [[Sagan]] when she responds with silence. Sagan says (in common), 'Aphelion's not talking much, her mouth is probably full. :('. As an unaligned, the Rule of Three is not honored, having not been requested in advance. 
01/25/14: Aphelion is slain by [[Ort]]. Determined to put this shame behind her, she gains nine ascensions in the next 36 hours. 
01/28/14: Aphelion is slain by [[Zephyr]]. 
01/30/14: Upon hearing of Aphelion's failures in combat, [[Venom Gives a Scolding]]. 
02/03/14: Against her will, Aphelion is Turned by [[DarkClaw]] when she makes the mistake of offering the out-of-control vampire a blood oath, after her term of service is abruptly ended by [[Venom|Mayhem]]: '''[[Aphelion's End]]''' 
02/05/14: Aphelion fights to learn: [[To Control Her Thirst]] 
02/08/14: Aphelion wins the Olympic Rings Scavenger Hunt, with some assistance from [[Belsambar]] with the Black Ring. 
02/09/14: Aphelion enters the Olympic Haiku, but does not place: Battle lines are drawn / Pawns facing across a board / Who will win today? 
02/25/14: [[Tynian]] announces the final standings, and Aphelion takes fourth place in the overall. Her efforts help push Team Lost to the Bronze Medal, with 57% of their total score coming from Aphelion's contributions. 
06/20/14: At the request of [[Nicholai|The Eldest]], Aphelion seeks and obtains her final Ascension, witnessed by [[DarkClaw]] and [[Orpik]]. 
07/15/15: Aphelion is attacked thrice by [[Ghazkull]] in an attempt to complete one of the requirements of Wyld for his Triat Mastery Quest. He is unsuccessful. 
07/17/15: The Triat Initiate provides an explanation for his attacks, and acquiesces to Aphelion's required act of contrition.

== Player Information: ==

Aphelion

2016-09-01T19:35:48Z

Aphelion: /* Personal Timeline: */

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|name = Aphelion Morwen Elizabeth Seremela
|incarnation = VI
|styled_as =
|imm_rank =
|created = January 6, 2014
|status = Semi-Active
|retire_date =
|race = {{Race|Human}} ([[Kindred (Vampires)|Kindred]])
|hometown = [[Riverhold]]
|classes = {{Class|Cleric}} {{Class|Ranger}} {{Class|Thug}}
|last_seen =
|followed = [[DarkClaw]]
|spouse =
|partner =
|parents =
|children =
|relatives = Briefly squired to [[Venom]]
|areas_written =
|immorted_on =
|following =
|portfolio =
}}
[[File:Aphelion Seremela.jpg|350px|thumb|left]]
[[Category:Kindred/Vampire]]
== Mud Contributions: ==
Aphelion was an aggressive competitor in the 2014 TFC Olympics, and took 4th place in the overall individual standings. Her efforts scored 57% of [[The Lost Ones|Team Lost]]'s 3rd place finish in the overall competition. 
 

== Current Description (Feb 11, 2015) ==
A calm, closed expression casts an icy shadow over the unusually lovely
features of this soldier. Her movements hold more leonine strength than
a gazelle's grace. Lush garnet lips are barely parted by the protrusion
of sharp fangs, silvery eyes darkened to steel gray with Hunger unsated.
Her long, crimson-streaked black hair is bound in a single braid to keep
it out of her face in combat or when she Feeds.

===Dressing for the Kindred Masquerade: Dec 20, 2014===
Bright silver eyes gaze back at you from behind the mysterious barrier of a
black raven mask of suede and feathers. The beak of the mask is open, as if
in a scream of victory as she gathers the spirits of the slain. The pungent
scent of death and misery clings to the form of the entity before you and a
ghostly mist trails behind her, as if for this one night, she has become an
Incarna of the Morrigan - the Carrion Crow - in truth and not masquerade.

Aphelion has a special twinkle in her eye.
Aphelion is in perfect health.

Aphelion is using:
<used as light> (Powerful magic) (Glowing) the Rod of Magic
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Transient Glow) A Memento of Hope Lost
<worn on finger> (Moderate magic) (Glowing) (Humming) a ring of violet diamonds
<worn around neck> (Token magic) a single glossy black feather
<worn around neck> a high collar of black suede and sable feathers
<worn on body> a form-fitting gown of black velvet with a feathered bodice
<worn on head> a beaked raven mask of black leather and sable feathers
<worn on legs> (Red Aura) sheer black silk stockings
<worn on arms> long, wing-like sleeves of sable feathers
<worn about body> (Moderate magic) a feather cloak
<worn around wrist> a set of bangles
<worn around wrist> a set of bangles
<wielded> a raven's claw
<wielded off-hand> a raven's claw
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra
<worn with pride> a scarlet ribbon bearing a medallion of nickel
<worn with pride> a badge, a pin, 4 ribbons

===(02/05/14): ===
Her struggle to control a new and unbearable Thirst is written all over the
unusually lovely features of this soldier. Her lush crimson lips are parted
by the protrusion of sharp fangs, her silvery eyes darkened to an icy steel
gray. Her long, crimson-streaked black hair is bound back to keep it out of
her face and from becoming stained when she relents and slakes her Hunger.
Drawing on her military training and deeply ingrained self-discipline, she
focuses on the impossible task ahead: to turn this unwelcome Rebirth into
a useful tool or weapon, instead of the curse that has ended her bloodline
and stripped her of all that she held dear. Her hands shift restlessly at
her sides, callouses visible on her palms from her weapon haft. Impeccable
armor, carefully maintained, wards her tall frame, but here and there, the
removal of insignia has left small scars upon its surface, another sign of
what has been Lost.
 
===01/06/2014===
With eyes like the halo of frost around a silvery full moon, the woman
before you has an icy calm and reserve that is almost unsettling. Her
demeanor is that of one born to privilege - and you can almost hear an
father's regretful, almost mournful tone: 'If only she had been born a
man!' Her piercing gaze sees through facades and self-illusion as she
might through cold morning dew, through challenges and deceptions like
the movement of pieces upon an inlaid chess board and through flattery
and seduction like the scant veil of an oathbreaking nun. Her hair is
arranged into a noblewoman's coronet, an intricate arrangement of ebon
strands, twin streaks of scarlet from her temples drawing your eye. To
underestimate her as simply a woman of means, however, would be error:
Her posture has the composed strength of one as capable in the courts,
be it Cillidellia or D'Or D'Terraithe, as on the blood-soaked field of
honor or glory.

== WHO Lists: ==
01/07/14 - Hum [ Cl: 8 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/13/14 - Hum [ Ra: 9 Cl: 9 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/17/14 - Hum [ Tg: 9 Cl: 9 Ra: 9 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/20/14 - Hum [ Cl:12 Tg:12 Ra:12 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
01/25/14 - Hum [ Cl:17 Ra:15 Tg:15 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
01/27/14 - Hum [ Ra:17 Cl:18 Tg:15 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
02/03/14 - Hum [ Cl:22 Tg:18 Ra:18 ] Aphelion has Lost her family name.
03/02/14 - Hum [ Tg:25 Ra:25 Cl:25 ] Aphelion has lost more than her family name
04/29/14 - Hum [ Ra:28 Cl:29 Tg:28 ] Aphelion: so much Lost, so much Gained
06/18/14 - Hum [ Ra:29 Cl:30 Tg:29 ] Aphelion: so much Lost..
06/20/14 - Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion: so much Lost..
09/01/16 - Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion hides nary a sin. Kindred. Lost.
 

== Character History: ==
===Part I===
It is not the endless repetition of my tutors that was the musical score of my childhood – it was the cadence of marching feet and the calling of drills that echoed through the courtyard of the manor. Father took his duties as a captain of the Kayrron Guard seriously and the men at arms of our household were put through their paces no less rigorously than those of the city. As soon as I could hold a stick, I would mimic them from the balcony of my chamber, which had a bird’s eye view of their movements – far more interesting than practicing embroidery or canning preserves. Father indulged me, so long as my instructors gave me good marks, once bragging to a friend that I was a more apt student than most of his two-year cadets. 

After his service to the guard was up, Father could have become a condottieri, but instead, decided to continue his service to Kayrron, as an ambassador. Cookery and the laying in of herbs were replaced with geography and language. We left behind the safety of our manor and moved in different circles: glittering courts with bright flowers and stalking creatures, intrigues and shadow dealings. I learned to wear the plumage and blend in with the other doves, despite a hawk’s heart, all while using my eyes to see and my ears to hear that which would assist my father in his negotiations. Hated lessons in dance mingled with memorizing the lineage of the Great Houses and the proper placement of forks -- and daggers. Whispers followed, of course – the false pity for a girl with a mother lost in childbirth, dragged about by a father more accustomed to the field of honor than the field of politics. I learned to ignore it; those lessons would prove handy. 

Years passed; my world was my father and my governess, Shuvalriel, and our travels. I saw the gleaming spires of Cillidellia, travelled the ancient roads of the North, picked mushrooms in caves beneath dwarven cities, listened silently and veiled in vast deserts, knelt in prayer beneath a night sky, and learned of the One I would accept as my deity. Shuvalriel was pleased when I pledged to Onieros, dark Father of Dreams to the Drow elves. Her schooling in her native tongue had been peppered with ritual songs and tales of adventure. 

I noticed first; the paleness to his features. The way that Father’s breath would sometimes catch unexpectedly during moments of exertion. His pace had slowed; it was to be expected, given the weight that soldiering buries deep in the bones. In his advanced years, old wounds pained him more, but this was something else, something more pernicious. None of the remedies in any of the lands we had travelled gave him comfort. I hired sages and priests to no avail; none could cure him, only ease the pain somewhat. 

We returned to the manor in Kayrron for the first time in a decade and I sought out the oldest shelves of the library, seeking some mention of anything that could stave off this malady. There, I found a whisper of it: the blood of the Kindred was rumored to be a cure for any ailment. While Kindred were not uncommon in Kayrron, a recent edict by the Prince had sent them all into hiding, upon threat of meeting the sun – it appears his Highness had not appreciated the attentions of his favorite paramour being distracted by their presence. I would have to seek them elsewhere. 

This is my quest; to find the cure. 
 
----
 
===Part II===
'''Excerpt from the Court Record, Kayrron Archivist''' 
Appended to Familia Seremela Annotation, Winter Moon, 23rd Year of the Reign of Arcon the Just 
Word has been received from the Frontier Lands that the last living scion of House Seremela has passed. As Ambassador Seremela left no other heir, his estates and holdings will be held in trust by the Crown until an acknowledged member of the lineage may be found. 
 
'''Personal Notes, Kayrron Archivist''' 
'While it cannot enter the Records of the Court, the attached is documented for historical purposes. - A.' 
 
''"Honored Lady Albertha -'' 
''I must first start this missive with my thanks for all that you have done for my House, my revered Father, and myself. Your tireless research was invaluable, even though my own search was fruitless. The cure was found, but its cost was that which I hoped most to guard. It is, in truth, the sanguis mortis that might have saved my Father; a cure which he has long refused, when first we entertained that possibility. It is a bittersweet agony that within my breast, I now hold both cure and damnation. In its pursuit, a moment's civility became my undoing. I am mortal no more; a Kindred's thirst wracks me and the Queen of Night and Shadow commands my loyalty as my Maker, not the Head of my House or my Crown. I fear that this news will be the death of my Father. Better that he should think me lost on my journey, than this. I praythee, seal this record until after his death. By the laws of my beloved Kayrron, I cannot inherit. I have found some hint of remnants of an ancient line of House Seremela here in the Outlands, but both are broken women who have renounced all of who they are, or are in a state of unknowing. Let it pass to the matrilineal line, if an Heir can be found.'' 
''With all my respect, '' 
''I remain eternally,'' 
''Aphelion Morwen Elizabeth Seremela"'' 
 
----
 
===Part III ===
 
It appears that I am unique amongst the Queen's Chylder - the sole product of Her frenzy. All others were created with deliberation, or in moments of tenderness or passion. I think it likely the cause of Her distance: I am a badge of shame. My presence is a reminder of the depths to which She fell, violating my consent to the deepest extent possible. 
 
As clear as the sun, I recall Her standing some distance away, arms folded, watching me writhe and scream out my life upon the cold stone floor. 
"This is the part I hate," she murmured to her lover as I succumbed. No words of comfort, of guidance, but simply annoyance. 
Since that moment, I have not had a moment's kindness from Her; only duty. I am a true-born Seremela, a veteran of the Six League War, and my father's daughter - I will not grovel for Her attention. Never has our Bond been one of openness and communion; it is no welcoming archway, but a barred gate, through which I can see what might have been. Few of the Lost acknowledge my existence, although the Eldest knows that I am his to command. Little Eluch, hag-ridden and cursed, is only a shadow of the playful boy that teased and trusted in those early days. Mayhem, thankfully, is gone; at least I need not hear his tormenting mockery. The rest I give what is required by duty and courtesy and no more. I avoid Her temple, and instead prowl the Night in solitude, just as I mastered my Thirst in solitude, sweating blood, my jaw clenched against the inferno of need within. 
I have no use for most others, though from time to time, there are those who pique my interest. Bright motes of color amidst the shadow, drawing the eye and the attention for a moment, then fading away with their brief, butterfly lives. I prefer the stillness and the cold over the fire and fervor of humanity, with its tempting blood. I am not one of those who can live amongst them, savoring the torment of their nearness. I am proud to say that I have taken only those who face me in combat, who have a fighting chance. Never an innocent and never in the fervor of passion, but with the same regard and respect I gave those who stood against me upon the field of battle. 
I have found a place where I can rest unmolested, letting the siren call of Night flow over me without disturbing my torpor. The gravekeeper is paid well to keep away the curious, and if I become a bedtime story mothers tell their children to keep them fearful of and safe from that which the Moon reveals, well, so much the better. May Onieros grant them sweeter dreams than mine. 

== Trivia: ==
* Aphelion is the fifth vampire created by [[DarkClaw]]
 
== Player Provided Information: ==
 
== Personal Timeline: ==
01/06/14: Aphelion is created: [[A Solider Takes The Field]] 
01/08/14: [[Aphelion meets Venom]] again. 
01/20/14: Aphelion swears personal fealty to [[Venom]] for a year and a day: [[Aphelion is Squired]] 
01/21/14: Aphelion is attacked by [[Ort]] and harassed by [[Sagan]] when she responds with silence. Sagan says (in common), 'Aphelion's not talking much, her mouth is probably full. :('. As an unaligned, the Rule of Three is not honored, having not been requested in advance. 
01/25/14: Aphelion is slain by [[Ort]]. Determined to put this shame behind her, she gains nine ascensions in the next 36 hours. 
01/28/14: Aphelion is slain by [[Zephyr]]. 
01/30/14: Upon hearing of Aphelion's failures in combat, [[Venom Gives a Scolding]]. 
02/03/14: Against her will, Aphelion is Turned by [[DarkClaw]] when she makes the mistake of offering the out-of-control vampire a blood oath, after her term of service is abruptly ended by [[Venom|Mayhem]]: '''[[Aphelion's End]]''' 
02/05/14: Aphelion fights to learn: [[To Control Her Thirst]]
02/08/14: Aphelion wins the Olympic Rings Scavenger Hunt, with some assistance from [[Belsambar]] with the Black Ring. 
02/09/14: Aphelion enters the Olympic Haiku, but does not place: Battle lines are drawn / Pawns facing across a board / Who will win today? 
02/25/14: [[Tynian]] announces the final standings, and Aphelion takes fourth place in the overall. Her efforts help push Team Lost to the Bronze Medal, with 57% of their total score coming from Aphelion's contributions. 
06/20/14: At the request of [[Nicholai|The Eldest]], Aphelion seeks and obtains her final Ascension, witnessed by [[DarkClaw]] and [[Orpik]]. 
07/15/15: Aphelion is attacked thrice by [[Ghazkull]] in an attempt to complete one of the requirements of Wyld for his Triat Mastery Quest. He is unsuccessful. 
07/17/15: The Triat Initiate provides an explanation for his attacks, and acquiesces to Aphelion's required act of contrition.

== Player Information: ==

Portobello

2016-09-01T19:25:22Z

Aphelion: /* WHO Lists: */

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== Mud Contributions: ==
 
== Current Description: ==
===12/03/2013===
You see nothing special about him.
Portobello is in perfect health.

Portobello is using:
<used as light> (Red Aura) (Glowing) a darkly glowing aura of ebon flame
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Swirling) a ring of black smoke
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) a writhing band of ebon flame
<worn around neck> (Artifact magic) a Major Amulet of True Seeing
<worn around neck> (Red Aura) (Artifact magic) the Amulet of Hate
<worn on body> (Invis) (Artifact magic) (Glowing) (Humming) the enchanted suit of leather
<worn on head> (Moderate magic) the slightly moldy cap of a button mushroom
<worn on legs> (Potent magic) leg wraps of cured dauskdraug hide
<worn on feet> (Moderate magic) knee-high boots of soft black leather
<worn on hands> (Potent magic) (Frightening) A Tagnik'Zur sock puppet
<worn on arms> (Powerful magic) cardboard wings loosely attached with tape
<worn about body> (Potent magic) a quilted cloth coat
<worn about waist> (Moderate magic) a seashell belt
<worn around wrist> (Potent magic) the curious rock crystal bracelet
<worn around wrist> (Potent magic) the glazed electrum bracelet
<wielded> (Artifact magic) the awesome whip of Beemo
<wielded off-hand> (Moderate magic) a complete lack of good sense
<worn with pride> (Red Aura) (Weak magic) (Glowing) a black pearl brooch
<worn with pride> (Moderate magic) (Glowing) Silky black hair and rose petals
 
===10/30/2013: Halloween Costume Contest Entry===
BEHOLD! THE MIGHTY DRAGON!

<used as light> (Red Aura) (Burning) Fire breath!
<worn on body> A suit of hastily-painted cardboard scales
<worn on head> The dented crown of a prince
<worn on hands> Origami claws
<worn on arms> Cardboard wings loosely attached with tape
<worn as shield> (Screaming) A princess rag doll
<worn about body> A stuffed tail with cardboard spikes
<held> An empty paper treasure chest with "GOLD" scribbled in crayon
Portobello is in perfect health.
 
==EQ List: 07/03/2014==
(Posted to the TFC Forums) 
You are using:
<used as light> (Red Aura) (Glowing) a darkly glowing aura of ebon flame [geAGAN|dmg:2 hr:2 1#] 
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) the heartstrings of countless elven widows [mAG|AC 0 dmg:6 hr:7 1#] 
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) a writhing band of ebon flame [m|1-1 hr:7 dmg:6 1#] 
<worn around neck> (Artifact magic) a gold medal engraved with "TFC Olympics 2014" [m|AC 0 ts:35 hth:35 0#] 
<worn around neck> (Artifact magic) a Major Amulet of Anti-Theft [m|AC 0 at:33 svs:-6 con:5 1#] 
<worn on body> (Artifact magic) (Shrouded) the Lady's Gift [m|AC 2 dex:4 dmg:5 svs:-4 hp:5 ac:-5 4#] 
<worn on head> (Potent magic) (Formless) the Wrath of the Witch-Queen [m|AC 5 da:3 str:3 svs:-2 1#] 
<worn on legs> The Emerald Leggings [NDNR|AC 5 svs:-4 hr:2 25#] 
<worn on feet> (Artifact magic) knee-high boots of soft black leather [m|AC 4 svs:-5 dmg:5 3#] 
<worn on hands> (Potent magic) a set of blood draining suction cups [m|AC 11 str:2 svs:-5 1#] 
<worn on arms> (Powerful magic) unadorned coal black sleeves [m|AC 4 da:6 mv:15 10#] 
<worn about body> (Powerful magic) a cloak of spore-covered cortina [m|AC 6 dex:3 wis:2 dmg:5 1#] 
<worn about waist> (Moderate magic) a seashell belt [m|AC 1 hr:3 svs:-4 5#] 
<worn around wrist> (Powerful magic) a string of dried phalloides caps [m|AC 0 dmg:5 int:4 wis:3 4#] 
<worn around wrist> (Potent magic) (Glowing) a bracer of whatever [gm|AC 1 dmg:5 da:3 2#] 
<wielded> (Artifact magic) a biologically impossible twig [mND|10-12 dmg:6 hr:8 3#] 
<wielded off-hand> (Moderate magic) a complete lack of good sense [m|3-15 wis:2 int:3 6#] 
<worn with pride> (Potent magic) (Glowing) the Plumed Crest of Volant [gm|str:2 dmg:2 con:2 da:2 svs:-3 1#] 
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra [NDAGNR|hr:1 dmg:1 1#] 
 
== WHO Lists: ==
03-02-2011 Hum [ Sh:12 Ra:10 ] Portobello the Boy
03-08-2011 Hum [ Sh:14 Ra:10 ] Portobello hunts only for food.
03-13-2011 Hum [ Ra:11 Sh:15 ] Portobello hunts for a goddess.
04-08-2011 Hum [ Ra:11 Sh:15 ] Portobello hunts for a goddess.
04-24-2011 Hum [ Ra:11 Sh:15 ] Portobello hunts for a goddess.
07-08-2011 Hum [ Sh:16 Ra:11 ] Portobello.
08-23-2011 Hum [ Sh:20 Ra:11 ] Portobello has nothing you want! =HUNT=
11-27-2011 Hum [ Sh:24 Ra:18 ] Portobello, Fungus of the Hunt
12-18-2011 Hum [ Sh:24 Ra:18 ] Portobello, Fungus of the Hunt

03-15-2012 Hum [ Sh:25 Ra:18 ] Portobello, Fungus of the Hunt
06-17-2012 Hum [ Sh:26 Ra:18 ] Portobello: Hunt is fun, Gus.
12-30-2012 Hum [ Sh:26 Ra:18 ] Portobello: Hunt is fun, Gus.

01-13-2013 Hum [ Sh:27 Ra:18 ] Portobello: Hunt is fun, Gus.
01-25-2013 Hum [ Ra:20 Sh:30 ] Portobello. /Hunt
02-25-2013 Hum [ Ra:23 Sh:30 ] Portobello. /Hunt
03-31-2013 Hum [ Ra:25 Sh:30 ] Portobello. /Hunt
04-30-2013 Hum [ Ra:26 Sh:30 ] Portobello. /Hunt
05-30-2013 Hum [ Ra:30 Sh:30 ] Portobello. /Hunt
06-03-2013 Hum [ Unholy Advocate ] Portobello. /Hunt
06-06-2013 Hum [ Wyld Beacon ] Portobello, Ukhayyatun Bacon. #HUNT#
06-15-2013 Hum [ Wyld Beacan ] Portobello, makin' elven goddess stew
06-23-2013 Hum [ Wyld Beacan ] Portobello's mushroom cap is of Unusual Size
06-09-2013 Hum [ Wyld Beacan ] Portobello, Fungi of the Hunt
07-11-2013 Hum [ Or:15 Ra:30 Sh:30 ] Portobello, Fungi of the Hunt
08-11-2013 Hum [ Or:16 Ra:30 Sh:30 ] Portobello, Fungi of the Hunt
09-12-2013 Hum [ Or:17 Ra:30 Sh:30 ] Portobello, Fungi of the Hunt
10-05-2013 Hum [ Or:18 Ra:30 Sh:30 ] Portobello, Cannibalistic Fungi of the Hunt
11-30-2013 Hum [ Wyld Beacon ] Portobello, Cannibalistic Fungi of the Hunt
12-29-2013 Hum [ Or:20 Ra:30 Sh:30 ] Portobello, Cannibalistic Fungi of the Hunt

01-11-2014 Hum [ Or:20 Ra:30 Sh:30 ] Portobello, Cannibalistic Fungi of the Hunt
02-11-2014 Hum [ Or:20 Ra:30 Sh:30 ] Portobello is looking for Nati! NATI NATI BO BATI!
02-15-2014 Hum [ Or:20 Ra:30 Sh:30 ] Portobello is looking for NATILENA! Wher r u?
02-22-2014 Hum [ Or:20 Ra:30 Sh:30 ] Portobello agrees with Bomrir and is excited for her sig
03-11-2014 Hum [ Or:24 Ra:30 Sh:30 ] Portobello the Cannibal #un+
06-06-2014 Hum [ Wyld Beacon ] Portobello: Tynian's Son. #un+
06-10-2014 Hum [ Wyld Beacon ] Portobello won't PK you today. Run free! --Not Hunting--
06-14-2014 Hum [ Wyld Beacon ] Portobello isn't PKing today. Run Wyld, little ones! :)
06-15-2014 Hum [ Wyld Beacon ] Portobello seeks the MIGHTY NATILENA! RAWR! <3
06-19-2014 Hum [ Wyld Beacon ] Portobello loves the MIGHTY NATILENA! RAWR! <3
06-30-2014 Hum [ Or:27 Ra:30 Sh:30 ] Portobello is hunting Daelarga.
07-24-2014 Hum [ Or:27 Ra:30 Sh:30 ] Portobello.
08-12-2014 Hum [ Wyld Beacon ] Portobello, Wyld Cannibal of the Hunt
10-09-2014 Hum [ Wyld Beacon ] Portobello, Wyld Cannibal of the Hunt

09-01-2016 Hum [ Or:30 Ra:30 Sh:30 ] Portobello thinks Golson should get Lost.
 

== Character History: ==
 
==WHOIS 12/13/2014==
Portobello (II): Male Human 27 Ordained, 30 Ranger, 30 Shaman (Eff. 49) 
Was created 2010-07-30 22:20:59, and has 
played 1mth 17dy 6hr 4min (actual time online). 
2051304 total experience earned. 
Awarded a medal, 5 pins, 18 ribbons. 
Scored 88 mobmaster, 0 mobhunt, and 0 location quest points. 
Scavenger hunts for the year : 5th. 
Scavenger hunts overall : 6th. 
07 day activity rank : 17th. 
14 day activity rank : 16th. 
30 day activity rank : 15th. 
60 day activity rank : 24th. 
90 day activity rank : 20th. 
PK ranking: 1st. 
<nowiki>------------------------------- PK INFO -------------------------------</nowiki> 
Has initiated 506 attacks (189 justified, and 317 not justified). 
Has been attacked 282 times (149 justified, 133 not justified). 
Is credited with 55 PKs (20 justified, 35 not justified). 
Has been killed 3 times (1 justified, 2 not justified). 
 
== Trivia: ==
* Portobello was the subject of a song by '''[[Samiyah]]: [[Ode to A Mushroom]]'''.
* Portobello is mentioned in [[Mr. Tynian's Neighborhood]], a poem by '''[[Rosemark]]'''.
* Portobello, as the winner of the '''[[Aerie Volant]] Lore Prize''', is featured in a mural there:
This mural depicts a human male moving quickly through the Aerie. In
the first scene, he is seen covered in chickfleas, speaking with the
hermit. In the second, he is seen clinging to a mushroom-like hat as
the strong winds of the Aerie attempt to snatch it away. In the next,
he is pondering the very artifacts found in this room, a speculative
gaze on his face. In the fourth and final scene, he is depicted in a
carefully polite and attentive pose, listening to the Councilors. An
observant eye, however, would note the bulging sack of loot clutched
in one hand, and a few feathers clinging to his weapon. A small sign
beneath the mural reads, 'PORTOBELLO: First To Explore AND the First
to Master the Lore of Aerie Volant!'
 

==Awards==
Portobello has earned the following awards:
* Mobmastery Expert Pin
** Mobmastery Adept Pin
** Mobmastery Journeyman Pin
** Mobmastery Novice Ribbon
** Mobmastery Neophyte Ribbon
* Finder Master Medal
** Finder Expert Pin
** Finder Journeyman Pin
** Grand Finder Ribbon (x3)
** Finder Adept Ribbon (x4)
** Finder Novice Ribbon
** Finder Neophyte Ribbon
* Moon Ribbon
** Septenary Ribbon
* 4 Year Ribbon
** 3 Year Ribbon
** 2 Year Ribbon
** 1 Year Ribbon
* One Meeeellion Ribbon
 
== Player Provided Information: ==
 
==Restrings==
===a writhing band of ebon flame===
Created 06/14/2012
Long Description: Sable fires seethe and flicker, forming a perfect circle.

LOOK sable ebon fire fires flame
It is impossible to see where the fire begins and ends: it is a continuous
stream of movement, wild and chaotic. These are the flames of creation and
of death, sacred and profane. These fires witnessed the birth of worlds, a
rebirth, a sanctification. They have danced within sacred spaces and holy
grounds. They have borne witness to prophesy and pain, been balm to hearts
shattered and broken.
 
===a biologically impossible twig===
Created 4/3/2014
Long Description: A nightwood twig screams of ecological invalidity and biological impossibility.

LOOK twig nightwood
Torn from a pale nightwood sapling, this twig would make a fine play-toy for a
child or create hours of distraction for a pet. But in the right hands, however,
it is a deadly weapon, capable of tearing flesh from bone. But that's a horrid
prospect, so instead, lets imagine delightful children, like Beemo, enjoying it.

LOOK ecological invalidity
It is unkind to ignore the impact that improper usage of terms has on those who
are learned. For example, to refer to a limb that has been torn from a sapling,
as anything other than a twig or small branch, could cause great consternation,
much less referencing it as a staff stout enough to cause damage. Assuredly, a
sapling's limb that was staff-like, would be entirely ecologically invalid.
 

===a perfect, elegant black silk bow tie===
Created 12/13/14 
Long Description: The classic shape of a hand-knotted bow tie lies here, carelessly discarded.

LOOK TIE:
The black-on-black pattern woven into the fabric is terribly clever - almost
cunning. Spider webs form the background with playfully illustrated Amanita
phalloides in the foreground. The overall impression is one of subtlty with
humor, yet this neckwear would not be out of place at the most elegant event,
from weddings to funerals and anything in between. One tiny bloodstain mars
the left corner.

LOOK SILK
Impossible to mistake for any lesser fabric, this tie is made of the rarest
of materials: Yochlol silk.

LOOK AMANITA PHALLOIDES
Tiny little smirks and grins are visible on the 'faces' of the Amanita phalloides
as they dance in alternating rows across the ties. Their little 'feet' are shod,
in oversized and comical oxfords, bow ties around their throats. In each 'hand' a
leering skull is held.

LOOK KEYWORDS:
Object Keywords: silk bow tie
Restring Keywords: Tie | Silk | Amanita phalloides | keywords

Made by Cordir for Portobello for the Formal Kindred Ball, December 2014.

== Personal Timeline: ==
===2014===
12/09/14 - Portobello catches '''[[Lexie]]''' unawares and unprepared on [[The Te'nayu'ka]] and kills her: [[Portobello vs Lexie]] 
11/22/14 - Portobello finds '''[[Golson]]''' in [[Safehaven]] and prevails: [[Portobello vs Golson]]. 
09/12/14 - Portobello battles '''[[Lanae]]''' and defeats her in 11 minutes, 59 seconds (without dispel magic). 
08/25/14 - '''[[Sparhawk]]''' finds that the Mighty Mushroom does not a good meal make. 
06/12/14 - Portobello kills the Master Ranger for mobmastery level 88. 
05/25/14 - Portobello (II) killed Night, the deposed Guildmaster for mobmastery level 87. 
05/23/14 - '''[[Borion]]''' dies to Portobello: [[Portobello vs Borion]] 
05/22/14 - '''[[Argos]]''' is slain by Portobello: [[Portobello vs Argos]] 
05/18/14 - '''[[Veros]]''' is granted rebirth by Portobello. 
05/11/14 - Portobello kills Night, the deposed Guildmaster for mobmastery level 86. 
05/10/14 - Portobello kills Leon, the cleaning man for mobmastery level 85. 
03/26/14 - '''[[Kaern]]''' is killed by Portobello. ( :( ) 
03/22/14 - As part of the 20th anniversary of TFC, '''[[Aerie Volant]]''' and '''[[Hall of Memory]]''' are installed. Portobello is the first to find BOTH. He is also the first to complete the Aerie Volant Lore Quest (and the first to die in the zone: Portobello killed by Councilor Cheecheechee.) 
03/16/14 - Portobello celebrates his 401st birthday. 
03/01/14 - Portobello is appointed The Lord Grand Finder! 
02/23/14 - Team Hunt triumphs in the '''[http://forum.tfcmud.com/showthread.php/3422-Winter-Olympics-Quest-Particulars TFC Olympics]''', and Portobello is responsible for 35% of their total points. He takes the Gold Medal in the overal competition. 
02/17/14 - (QUEST) Portobello killed by President George Washington. 
 

== Player Information: ==

A Solider Takes The Field

2016-09-01T19:19:57Z

Aphelion:

[[Category:Logs]]
[[Category:Kindred]]
[[Category:RP]]
01/06/2014 
<pre>
Someone smiles at Aphelion.
Someone utters the words, 'gpuzre'.
You are surrounded by a force shield.

Someone utters the words, 'ghcandusiohp'.
You feel stronger.

Aphelion says in a voice of patrician elegance, 'Good evening.'

Someone says (in elven), 'ayyw uyununa!'.

Someone says (in common), 'oops.'.
Someone says (in common), 'good evening I means!'.

Aphelion says (in common), '... would that I might be able to see someone so friendly....'.

Rhyvn appears out of nowhere.
Rhyvn bows deeply.
Rhyvn gives Aphelion 5000 gold.

Aphelion says (in common), 'that is kind of you.'.

Rhyvn leaves east.

Venom appears out of nowhere.
Venom bows deeply.

Aphelion curtseys, her back stiff, head barely inclined.

> l venom

Venom looks at Venom.

Mish auctions, 'Venom won the auction for a mithril breastplate with onyx clasps! BID CLAIM to claim it.'.

Venom leaves east.
Venom arrives from the east.
Venom puts a mithril breastplate with onyx clasps in the donation pit.
Venom coughs.

Wadworth gets a mithril breastplate with onyx clasps from the donation pit.
Wadworth stops using an iron breast plate.
Wadworth wears a mithril breastplate with onyx clasps on his body.
Wadworth stops using a mithril breastplate with onyx clasps.
Wadworth wears an iron breast plate on his body.
Wadworth puts a mithril breastplate with onyx clasps in the donation pit.

Wadworth says (in common), 'i will never tick it '.

Aphelion gets a mithril breastplate with onyx clasps from the donation pit.

Aphelion says (in common), 'it's lovely workmanship.'.

Wadworth nods.

Venom agrees with Aphelion 100%.

Venom says (in halfling), 'veurygyu byv y fuvsyn yunrevuna rpu wufrps yb nuvguu puyy.'.

Venom says (in common), 'Pardon that wretched tongue'.

Venom says (in common), 'Suitable for a person venturing the depths of newbie hell.'.

Aphelion buckles on the armor with deft precision, clearly used to wearing armor.

Aphelion wears a mithril breastplate with onyx clasps on your body.

Rhyvn arrives from the east.

Rhyvn smiles happily.
Rhyvn looks at Aphelion.

Venom grins evilly, his elongated fangs glistening.
Venom beams a smile at Rhyvn.

Venom says (in common), 'Hello, Rhyvn'.

Rhyvn says (in elven), 'puyyy'.

Venom says (in common), 'Do you know this young lady?'.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'just for now.'.
Rhyvn shrugs.
Rhyvn says (in common), 'I like to help all little ones.'.

Rhyvn smiles happily.
Rhyvn says (in common), 'do you?'.

Venom says (in common), 'You know me, always eager to help a young lady...'.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'she's amazing.'.
Rhyvn grins wickedly.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'yeah........'.

Aphelion gives her thanks in a tone that is carefully polite, 'Oh, yes. certainly.'

Rhyvn looks off in the distance.

Venom says (in common), 'Besides, you don't seem to be helping me at all.'.
Venom says (in common), 'Thusly, you should be replaced.'.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'hm?'.

Aphelion observes the exchange in silence.

Venom looks at Aphelion.

Venom says (in common), 'Would you look at those eyes...'.
Venom says (in common), 'I bet you're no stranger to battle...'.

Aphelion says (in common), 'I am not.'.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'she's very beautiful.'.

Venom says (in common), 'You remind me of someone, though I cannot place who.'.

Aphelion inclines her head briefly. 'Pardon me a moment.'

The Pit
[Exits: east up]
This is the room of last resort. If you are weaponless, armorless,
or in need of something you can't afford, this is where you go to
depend on the generosity of others. Veteran adventurers often come
here to unload equipment they can't use, can't sell, or just want to
donate to the less fortunate. Be warned, less scrupulous individuals
have been known to dump cursed equipment here, merely for the pleasure
of seeing the poor suffer. Less than vigilant janitors have left grim
evidence that a choice piece of equipment is occasionally wanted by
more than one person.

A grand staircase leads to the temples above.
(Token magic) A magical spring flows from the ground here.
A small club-like weapon made of wood sits here ready for action.
A pit for donations dominates the room.
Rhyvn is here.
(Dark Purple Aura) Venom is here.

Aphelion steps back into the room, her gaze instantly taking in all those present.

Rhyvn shakes her head.

Venom eyes Aphelion curiously.

Cresom says (in common), 'need something for your throat rhyvn?'.

Aphelion returns the appraising glance.

Rhyvn nods in recognition to Cresom.

Cresom snickers softly.

Venom says (in common), 'You now what you need Aphelion...'.

Aphelion approaches the Kindred, closing the space between them that the conversation be more discrete.

Venom gets a Major Amulet of Health from a saddlebag.

Venom takes Aphelion's hand, his claws barely leaving a scratch.
Venom places the powerful artifact in what appears to be a strong and steady palm.

Venom gives Aphelion a Major Amulet of Health.

Aphelion allows her hand to remain in his, fingers delicately poised to cup the artifact.

Aphelion tilts her head to one side and asks, 'Nothing comes without a price. What is yours?'

Venom raises one eyebrow, mildly impressed, 'fearless and direct? what a treat...''.

Venom says (in common), 'My price is affordable.'.
Venom says (in common), 'Impress me.'.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'be careful, Aphelion.'.
Rhyvn says (in common), 'with all your self.'.

Venom says (in common), 'Pay no heed to the foolish mortals of the realm, they do not understand the Kindred ways.'.
Venom glares at Rhyvn.

Aphelion's cold grey eyes scan up and down the Kindred's proud mien, and she murmurs, 'Others may foolishly think it an easy task...'

Venom denotes with a huff, 'Your first task will be not to fall into that category... others disappoint me.'

Rhyvn mutters "thank God."

Rhyvn says (in common), 'Aphelion, if I can help, please let me know.'.

Rhyvn bows deeply.
Rhyvn leaves east.

> l venom

Venom says (in common), 'Forgive me, I'm in my adventuring attire.'.
Venom says (in common), 'I wasn't expecting to meet anyone interesting this eve.'.

Ink looks at Venom.
Ink grins evilly at Venom.

Venom nods in recognition to Ink.

Aphelion walks a slow circle around the Kindred, her pace deliberate, studying him like a captain on the battlefield might, yet graceful.

Venom says (in common), 'Greetings, Swarf.'.

> l ink
Ink smiles happily.

Venom relaxes, allowing the intrusion like a careless recruit, refusing to show concern.

Rhyvn appears out of nowhere.

Venom says (in common), 'Are you looking for something specific madam?'.

Aphelion says (in common), 'I am. Though speaking of it in haste would be unwise and unseemly.'.

Aphelion tells Rhyvn (in common), 'Would you mind coming back to the chamber for a moment?'.

Aphelion gives a Minor Amulet of Health to Rhyvn.

Rhyvn thanks you heartily.
Rhyvn says (in common), 'thank you.'.
Rhyvn says (in common), 'to what do I owe the honor?'.

Rhyvn puts a Minor Amulet of Health in a padded canvas backpack.

Venom says (in common), 'Well, we wouldn't want anyone to be unseemly... would we Rhyvn?'.

Aphelion says (in common), 'Generosity and largesse is a virtue. It has been shown me, I wished to show it in return.'.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'Oh no! We can't have any unseemlinesss!'.

Venom grins evilly, his elongated fangs glistening.

Venom says (in common), 'Something else is missing...'.
Venom says (in common), 'Pardon me.'.
Venom leaves east.

Rhyvn frowns.

Venom arrives from the east.
Venom says (in common), 'I wouldn't want those steady hands to slip upon that hilt.'.
Venom gives Aphelion a pair of quilted cloth gloves.

Venom says (in common), 'Try those on.'.

Someone gives Aphelion a begemmed vulture cuff bracelet.

Aphelion wears a pair of quilted cloth gloves on your hands.

Rhyvn beams a smile at someone.

Aphelion inclines her head in thanks and acknowledgement.

Venom says (in common), 'If you find this a better fit, it's steel matches the cold look in your eyes.'.

Aphelion wears a begemmed vulture cuff bracelet around your right wrist.

Rhyvn tells Aphelion (in common), 'don't forget to level and save!!!!!'.

Venom says (in common), 'Your hands are full'.

Venom says (in common), 'Cresom.'.
Venom says (in common), 'I have a question for you.'.

Someone raises an eyebrow.

Venom says (in common), 'This young lady, she is very intriguing.'.
Venom says (in common), 'She needs a container.'.
Venom says (in common), 'Would you mind fetching a specific corpse.'.

Someone says (in common), 'I can go get a couple '.
Someone says (in common), 'which one?'.
Someone says (in common), 'i was just going to pop easy stuff'.
Someone snickers softly.

Venom says (in common), 'No no.'.
Venom says (in common), 'I have a strong instinct about this one....'.

Someone says (in common), 'what mob am I looking for?'.

Venom's Kindred nostrils flare as he takes in the scent of this battle-hardened woman.

Venom says (in common), 'Bring me the corpse of the midnight dragon.'.
Venom says (in common), 'And I shall fashion for her a container.'.
Venom says (in common), 'From its hide.'.

Someone says (in common), 'I got a cont burned last time i was there'.

Venom says (in common), 'Do not be a coward, it is unbecoming of your status here.'.

Someone says (in common), 'ok perfect belsam is on he will do it '.

Rhyvn raises an eyebrow.

Venom says (in common), 'Some badly over-popped popcorn carried by the past.'.
Venom says (in common), 'Go, fetch the popcorn.'.

Venom gives Aphelion the glowing steel bracelet.

Venom says (in common), 'If that works for you...'.
Venom says (in common), 'It compliments the gloves.'.

Aphelion says (in common), 'dex is needed most vitally'.

Venom gives Aphelion a pair of reinforced leather pants.

Venom gives Aphelion the glittering amethyst amulet.

You stop using a Major Amulet of Health.
Aphelion wears the glittering amethyst amulet around your neck.

Venom looks at Aphelion.
Venom says (in common), 'remove the beads'.
Venom says (in common), 'wear the health and the neck I gave you'.

Aphelion wears a Major Amulet of Health around your neck.
Venom leaves east.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'bossyyyyyyyyyyyyy...'.

Someone nods.

Venom arrives from the east.

Aphelion smiles slightly and nods to the girl.

Someone says (in common), 'the corpse is coming '.

Venom gives Aphelion the runed zircon bracelet.
Venom says (in common), 'wear the two bracelets I gave you'.
Venom says (in common), 'that will be a good start on your stats'.

Venom says (in common), 'Already your neck is adorned with my touch...'.
Venom says (in common), 'How suiting.'.
Venom says (in common), 'Wrist as well, what a coincedence.'.
Venom says (in common), 'Just the two places I like to mark.'.

Aphelion says with amusement in her voice, 'Only a slattern allows herself to be marked.'

Cresom gives the corpse of the midnight dragon to Venom.

Venom recites the heavy scroll.
Venom's new bag made from midnight dragon hide looks pretty snazzy.
Venom gives Aphelion a bag made from midnight dragon hide.

Venom looks at Aphelion.

Aphelion curtseys, her back stiff and her head barely inclined.

Venom gives Aphelion a grey steel catseye ring.
Venom says (in common), 'If you get hurt in battle, twist the ring.'.

Rhyvn tells Aphelion (in common), 'be careful ...'.

Aphelion slowly arches one brow at the girl, considering her words.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'although I wouldn't have listened either.'.
Rhyvn sighs loudly.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'time will tell all, though.'.

Venom says (in common), 'Are you girls exchanging secrets?'.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'we're talking about packages.'.
Rhyvn says (in common), 'the size of them, and such.'.

Aphelion's other eyebrow raises at such crass talk.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'Christmas presents, '.
Rhyvn says (in common), 'promises.'.
Rhyvn says (in common), 'broken things.'.

Venom says (in common), 'The size of a package is not a matter for talk. It's more confirming if you just open it.'.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'I'm very careful about everything I open.'.

Venom says (in common), 'Indeed, a true coward.'.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'careful, cautious.'.
Rhyvn says (in common), 'and NOT FOR YOU.'.

Venom says (in common), 'Scared, needy, helpless..'.

Rhyvn shrugs.

Venom says (in common), 'Some are prey, some are predator.'.
Venom says (in common), 'This is simply the nature of things.'.

Aphelion's eyes flicker over the two, clearly aware of which is which.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'well, you'll have to catch me first, and you'll never have me willingly.'.
Rhyvn shrugs.

Venom says (in common), 'All I smell is fear...'.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'of what?'.
Rhyvn raises an eyebrow.

Venom grins a sly grin as though he was expecting that question, 'The unknown...'

Aphelion says with a graceful gesture, 'But is not the unknown where we face our greatest opportunities for victory?'

Venom nods in recognition to Aphelion.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'some things are not unknown. Just pale...immitations.'.
Rhyvn shrugs.

Venom says (in common), 'Indeed. But some prefer to learn carefully, to open the package cautiously, to stay safe from the darkness..'.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'I have no interest in anything vow-breakers have to offer.'.

Venom says (in common), 'Do not toy with words and dance around your petty opinion.'.
Venom says (in common), 'I vowed I would not harm you and as of today, I have not.'.
Venom says (in common), 'When I lay my fang upon you, then and only then, you will know my name is Venom.'.
Venom says (in common), 'Until then I have done nothing wrong, so keep your foul accusations to yourself.'.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'Perhaps you are right.'.
Rhyvn says (in common), 'I do know I'm very sorry for many many things.'.

Venom says (in common), 'I seek no apologies from you, child.'.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'no matter.'.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'I wish you well Aphelion.'.
Rhyvn bows deeply.
Rhyvn leaves east.

Aphelion glances at the departing girl, then at the Kindred.

Venom says (in common), 'She is hurting.'.
Venom says (in common), 'They say the first cut is the deepest.'.
Venom says (in common), 'I say the throat bleeds better than the heart.'.

Aphelion does not offer a quip in return, instead, simply listens and learns more.

Venom says (in common), 'These denizens of the realm, they are not like me... They fear that which they do not understand.'.
Venom says (in common), 'She pretensiously claims I am the illusion of the unknown, but she offers no definition for me.'.

Aphelion tilts her head to one side, saying slowly, '.. In you, I think they have a reason to fear, do they not? I do not think you one of the sheep.'

Venom says (in common), 'I am the sated wolf, I do not hunger for these foolish mortals.'.
Venom says (in common), 'I have bigger goals.'.

Aphelion says (in common), '.. you are sunset. Night without morning. Death, should you wish it. '.
Aphelion says (in common), 'do you wonder that they fear?'.
You raise your eyebrow.

Venom says (in common), 'I am the shadow that does not move, a darkness that does not cover your light if let be.'.
Venom says (in common), 'But some have meddled, and thusly I would respond.'.
Venom says (in common), 'I have no ambition to kill here... I simply respond to the prying of lesser beings with my iron boot heel'.

Someone tells Aphelion, 'Hello! If you have any questions please feel free to ask me. '.

Drakar has granted you the ability to see him when he is invis.

Aphelion tells Drakar (in common), 'my thanks for the offer, kind Sir.'.

Aphelion says (in common), 'a grey studded wristguard from the post would be very welcome, if you would be willing to undertake its obtaining.'.

Venom says (in common), 'For the dex?'.

Aphelion nods.

Venom says (in common), 'Do you not have a dex wrist item already on you?'.

Aphelion nods.
Aphelion says (in common), 'more would be useful.'.
Aphelion says (in common), 'I am a touch clumsy, despite all of those tiresome dance lessons.'.

Venom says (in common), 'What happened to that other bracelet that Cresom gave you?'.

Venom says (in common), 'Pardon me, I shall return.'.
Venom leaves east.

Venom appears out of nowhere.
Venom looks at Aphelion.

With eyes like the halo of frost around a silvery full moon, the woman
before you has an icy calm and reserve that is almost unsettling. Her
demeanor is that of one born to priviledge, and you can almost hear an
father's regretful, almost mournful tone: 'If only she had been born a
man!' Her piercing gaze sees through fascades and self-illusion as she
might through cold morning dew, through challenges and deceptions like
the movement of pieces upon an inlaid chess board and through flattery
and seduction like the scant veil of an oathbreaking nun. Her hair is
arranged into a noblewoman's coronet, an intricate arrangement of ebon
strands, twin streaks of scarlet from her temples drawing your eye. To
underestimate her as simply a woman of means, however, would be error:
Her posture has the composed strength of one as capable in the courts,
be it Cillidellia or D'Or D'Terraithe, as on the blood-soaked field of
honor or glory.
Aphelion is in perfect health.

Aphelion sweeps into a curtsey, head unbowed, eyes still remaining on yours.

(end scene)
</pre>

A Solider Takes The Field

2016-09-01T19:19:44Z

Aphelion:

[[Category:Logs]]
[[Category:Kindred]]
[[Category:RP]]
<pre>
01/06/2014 

Someone smiles at Aphelion.
Someone utters the words, 'gpuzre'.
You are surrounded by a force shield.

Someone utters the words, 'ghcandusiohp'.
You feel stronger.

Aphelion says in a voice of patrician elegance, 'Good evening.'

Someone says (in elven), 'ayyw uyununa!'.

Someone says (in common), 'oops.'.
Someone says (in common), 'good evening I means!'.

Aphelion says (in common), '... would that I might be able to see someone so friendly....'.

Rhyvn appears out of nowhere.
Rhyvn bows deeply.
Rhyvn gives Aphelion 5000 gold.

Aphelion says (in common), 'that is kind of you.'.

Rhyvn leaves east.

Venom appears out of nowhere.
Venom bows deeply.

Aphelion curtseys, her back stiff, head barely inclined.

> l venom

Venom looks at Venom.

Mish auctions, 'Venom won the auction for a mithril breastplate with onyx clasps! BID CLAIM to claim it.'.

Venom leaves east.
Venom arrives from the east.
Venom puts a mithril breastplate with onyx clasps in the donation pit.
Venom coughs.

Wadworth gets a mithril breastplate with onyx clasps from the donation pit.
Wadworth stops using an iron breast plate.
Wadworth wears a mithril breastplate with onyx clasps on his body.
Wadworth stops using a mithril breastplate with onyx clasps.
Wadworth wears an iron breast plate on his body.
Wadworth puts a mithril breastplate with onyx clasps in the donation pit.

Wadworth says (in common), 'i will never tick it '.

Aphelion gets a mithril breastplate with onyx clasps from the donation pit.

Aphelion says (in common), 'it's lovely workmanship.'.

Wadworth nods.

Venom agrees with Aphelion 100%.

Venom says (in halfling), 'veurygyu byv y fuvsyn yunrevuna rpu wufrps yb nuvguu puyy.'.

Venom says (in common), 'Pardon that wretched tongue'.

Venom says (in common), 'Suitable for a person venturing the depths of newbie hell.'.

Aphelion buckles on the armor with deft precision, clearly used to wearing armor.

Aphelion wears a mithril breastplate with onyx clasps on your body.

Rhyvn arrives from the east.

Rhyvn smiles happily.
Rhyvn looks at Aphelion.

Venom grins evilly, his elongated fangs glistening.
Venom beams a smile at Rhyvn.

Venom says (in common), 'Hello, Rhyvn'.

Rhyvn says (in elven), 'puyyy'.

Venom says (in common), 'Do you know this young lady?'.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'just for now.'.
Rhyvn shrugs.
Rhyvn says (in common), 'I like to help all little ones.'.

Rhyvn smiles happily.
Rhyvn says (in common), 'do you?'.

Venom says (in common), 'You know me, always eager to help a young lady...'.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'she's amazing.'.
Rhyvn grins wickedly.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'yeah........'.

Aphelion gives her thanks in a tone that is carefully polite, 'Oh, yes. certainly.'

Rhyvn looks off in the distance.

Venom says (in common), 'Besides, you don't seem to be helping me at all.'.
Venom says (in common), 'Thusly, you should be replaced.'.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'hm?'.

Aphelion observes the exchange in silence.

Venom looks at Aphelion.

Venom says (in common), 'Would you look at those eyes...'.
Venom says (in common), 'I bet you're no stranger to battle...'.

Aphelion says (in common), 'I am not.'.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'she's very beautiful.'.

Venom says (in common), 'You remind me of someone, though I cannot place who.'.

Aphelion inclines her head briefly. 'Pardon me a moment.'

The Pit
[Exits: east up]
This is the room of last resort. If you are weaponless, armorless,
or in need of something you can't afford, this is where you go to
depend on the generosity of others. Veteran adventurers often come
here to unload equipment they can't use, can't sell, or just want to
donate to the less fortunate. Be warned, less scrupulous individuals
have been known to dump cursed equipment here, merely for the pleasure
of seeing the poor suffer. Less than vigilant janitors have left grim
evidence that a choice piece of equipment is occasionally wanted by
more than one person.

A grand staircase leads to the temples above.
(Token magic) A magical spring flows from the ground here.
A small club-like weapon made of wood sits here ready for action.
A pit for donations dominates the room.
Rhyvn is here.
(Dark Purple Aura) Venom is here.

Aphelion steps back into the room, her gaze instantly taking in all those present.

Rhyvn shakes her head.

Venom eyes Aphelion curiously.

Cresom says (in common), 'need something for your throat rhyvn?'.

Aphelion returns the appraising glance.

Rhyvn nods in recognition to Cresom.

Cresom snickers softly.

Venom says (in common), 'You now what you need Aphelion...'.

Aphelion approaches the Kindred, closing the space between them that the conversation be more discrete.

Venom gets a Major Amulet of Health from a saddlebag.

Venom takes Aphelion's hand, his claws barely leaving a scratch.
Venom places the powerful artifact in what appears to be a strong and steady palm.

Venom gives Aphelion a Major Amulet of Health.

Aphelion allows her hand to remain in his, fingers delicately poised to cup the artifact.

Aphelion tilts her head to one side and asks, 'Nothing comes without a price. What is yours?'

Venom raises one eyebrow, mildly impressed, 'fearless and direct? what a treat...''.

Venom says (in common), 'My price is affordable.'.
Venom says (in common), 'Impress me.'.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'be careful, Aphelion.'.
Rhyvn says (in common), 'with all your self.'.

Venom says (in common), 'Pay no heed to the foolish mortals of the realm, they do not understand the Kindred ways.'.
Venom glares at Rhyvn.

Aphelion's cold grey eyes scan up and down the Kindred's proud mien, and she murmurs, 'Others may foolishly think it an easy task...'

Venom denotes with a huff, 'Your first task will be not to fall into that category... others disappoint me.'

Rhyvn mutters "thank God."

Rhyvn says (in common), 'Aphelion, if I can help, please let me know.'.

Rhyvn bows deeply.
Rhyvn leaves east.

> l venom

Venom says (in common), 'Forgive me, I'm in my adventuring attire.'.
Venom says (in common), 'I wasn't expecting to meet anyone interesting this eve.'.

Ink looks at Venom.
Ink grins evilly at Venom.

Venom nods in recognition to Ink.

Aphelion walks a slow circle around the Kindred, her pace deliberate, studying him like a captain on the battlefield might, yet graceful.

Venom says (in common), 'Greetings, Swarf.'.

> l ink
Ink smiles happily.

Venom relaxes, allowing the intrusion like a careless recruit, refusing to show concern.

Rhyvn appears out of nowhere.

Venom says (in common), 'Are you looking for something specific madam?'.

Aphelion says (in common), 'I am. Though speaking of it in haste would be unwise and unseemly.'.

Aphelion tells Rhyvn (in common), 'Would you mind coming back to the chamber for a moment?'.

Aphelion gives a Minor Amulet of Health to Rhyvn.

Rhyvn thanks you heartily.
Rhyvn says (in common), 'thank you.'.
Rhyvn says (in common), 'to what do I owe the honor?'.

Rhyvn puts a Minor Amulet of Health in a padded canvas backpack.

Venom says (in common), 'Well, we wouldn't want anyone to be unseemly... would we Rhyvn?'.

Aphelion says (in common), 'Generosity and largesse is a virtue. It has been shown me, I wished to show it in return.'.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'Oh no! We can't have any unseemlinesss!'.

Venom grins evilly, his elongated fangs glistening.

Venom says (in common), 'Something else is missing...'.
Venom says (in common), 'Pardon me.'.
Venom leaves east.

Rhyvn frowns.

Venom arrives from the east.
Venom says (in common), 'I wouldn't want those steady hands to slip upon that hilt.'.
Venom gives Aphelion a pair of quilted cloth gloves.

Venom says (in common), 'Try those on.'.

Someone gives Aphelion a begemmed vulture cuff bracelet.

Aphelion wears a pair of quilted cloth gloves on your hands.

Rhyvn beams a smile at someone.

Aphelion inclines her head in thanks and acknowledgement.

Venom says (in common), 'If you find this a better fit, it's steel matches the cold look in your eyes.'.

Aphelion wears a begemmed vulture cuff bracelet around your right wrist.

Rhyvn tells Aphelion (in common), 'don't forget to level and save!!!!!'.

Venom says (in common), 'Your hands are full'.

Venom says (in common), 'Cresom.'.
Venom says (in common), 'I have a question for you.'.

Someone raises an eyebrow.

Venom says (in common), 'This young lady, she is very intriguing.'.
Venom says (in common), 'She needs a container.'.
Venom says (in common), 'Would you mind fetching a specific corpse.'.

Someone says (in common), 'I can go get a couple '.
Someone says (in common), 'which one?'.
Someone says (in common), 'i was just going to pop easy stuff'.
Someone snickers softly.

Venom says (in common), 'No no.'.
Venom says (in common), 'I have a strong instinct about this one....'.

Someone says (in common), 'what mob am I looking for?'.

Venom's Kindred nostrils flare as he takes in the scent of this battle-hardened woman.

Venom says (in common), 'Bring me the corpse of the midnight dragon.'.
Venom says (in common), 'And I shall fashion for her a container.'.
Venom says (in common), 'From its hide.'.

Someone says (in common), 'I got a cont burned last time i was there'.

Venom says (in common), 'Do not be a coward, it is unbecoming of your status here.'.

Someone says (in common), 'ok perfect belsam is on he will do it '.

Rhyvn raises an eyebrow.

Venom says (in common), 'Some badly over-popped popcorn carried by the past.'.
Venom says (in common), 'Go, fetch the popcorn.'.

Venom gives Aphelion the glowing steel bracelet.

Venom says (in common), 'If that works for you...'.
Venom says (in common), 'It compliments the gloves.'.

Aphelion says (in common), 'dex is needed most vitally'.

Venom gives Aphelion a pair of reinforced leather pants.

Venom gives Aphelion the glittering amethyst amulet.

You stop using a Major Amulet of Health.
Aphelion wears the glittering amethyst amulet around your neck.

Venom looks at Aphelion.
Venom says (in common), 'remove the beads'.
Venom says (in common), 'wear the health and the neck I gave you'.

Aphelion wears a Major Amulet of Health around your neck.
Venom leaves east.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'bossyyyyyyyyyyyyy...'.

Someone nods.

Venom arrives from the east.

Aphelion smiles slightly and nods to the girl.

Someone says (in common), 'the corpse is coming '.

Venom gives Aphelion the runed zircon bracelet.
Venom says (in common), 'wear the two bracelets I gave you'.
Venom says (in common), 'that will be a good start on your stats'.

Venom says (in common), 'Already your neck is adorned with my touch...'.
Venom says (in common), 'How suiting.'.
Venom says (in common), 'Wrist as well, what a coincedence.'.
Venom says (in common), 'Just the two places I like to mark.'.

Aphelion says with amusement in her voice, 'Only a slattern allows herself to be marked.'

Cresom gives the corpse of the midnight dragon to Venom.

Venom recites the heavy scroll.
Venom's new bag made from midnight dragon hide looks pretty snazzy.
Venom gives Aphelion a bag made from midnight dragon hide.

Venom looks at Aphelion.

Aphelion curtseys, her back stiff and her head barely inclined.

Venom gives Aphelion a grey steel catseye ring.
Venom says (in common), 'If you get hurt in battle, twist the ring.'.

Rhyvn tells Aphelion (in common), 'be careful ...'.

Aphelion slowly arches one brow at the girl, considering her words.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'although I wouldn't have listened either.'.
Rhyvn sighs loudly.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'time will tell all, though.'.

Venom says (in common), 'Are you girls exchanging secrets?'.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'we're talking about packages.'.
Rhyvn says (in common), 'the size of them, and such.'.

Aphelion's other eyebrow raises at such crass talk.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'Christmas presents, '.
Rhyvn says (in common), 'promises.'.
Rhyvn says (in common), 'broken things.'.

Venom says (in common), 'The size of a package is not a matter for talk. It's more confirming if you just open it.'.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'I'm very careful about everything I open.'.

Venom says (in common), 'Indeed, a true coward.'.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'careful, cautious.'.
Rhyvn says (in common), 'and NOT FOR YOU.'.

Venom says (in common), 'Scared, needy, helpless..'.

Rhyvn shrugs.

Venom says (in common), 'Some are prey, some are predator.'.
Venom says (in common), 'This is simply the nature of things.'.

Aphelion's eyes flicker over the two, clearly aware of which is which.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'well, you'll have to catch me first, and you'll never have me willingly.'.
Rhyvn shrugs.

Venom says (in common), 'All I smell is fear...'.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'of what?'.
Rhyvn raises an eyebrow.

Venom grins a sly grin as though he was expecting that question, 'The unknown...'

Aphelion says with a graceful gesture, 'But is not the unknown where we face our greatest opportunities for victory?'

Venom nods in recognition to Aphelion.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'some things are not unknown. Just pale...immitations.'.
Rhyvn shrugs.

Venom says (in common), 'Indeed. But some prefer to learn carefully, to open the package cautiously, to stay safe from the darkness..'.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'I have no interest in anything vow-breakers have to offer.'.

Venom says (in common), 'Do not toy with words and dance around your petty opinion.'.
Venom says (in common), 'I vowed I would not harm you and as of today, I have not.'.
Venom says (in common), 'When I lay my fang upon you, then and only then, you will know my name is Venom.'.
Venom says (in common), 'Until then I have done nothing wrong, so keep your foul accusations to yourself.'.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'Perhaps you are right.'.
Rhyvn says (in common), 'I do know I'm very sorry for many many things.'.

Venom says (in common), 'I seek no apologies from you, child.'.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'no matter.'.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'I wish you well Aphelion.'.
Rhyvn bows deeply.
Rhyvn leaves east.

Aphelion glances at the departing girl, then at the Kindred.

Venom says (in common), 'She is hurting.'.
Venom says (in common), 'They say the first cut is the deepest.'.
Venom says (in common), 'I say the throat bleeds better than the heart.'.

Aphelion does not offer a quip in return, instead, simply listens and learns more.

Venom says (in common), 'These denizens of the realm, they are not like me... They fear that which they do not understand.'.
Venom says (in common), 'She pretensiously claims I am the illusion of the unknown, but she offers no definition for me.'.

Aphelion tilts her head to one side, saying slowly, '.. In you, I think they have a reason to fear, do they not? I do not think you one of the sheep.'

Venom says (in common), 'I am the sated wolf, I do not hunger for these foolish mortals.'.
Venom says (in common), 'I have bigger goals.'.

Aphelion says (in common), '.. you are sunset. Night without morning. Death, should you wish it. '.
Aphelion says (in common), 'do you wonder that they fear?'.
You raise your eyebrow.

Venom says (in common), 'I am the shadow that does not move, a darkness that does not cover your light if let be.'.
Venom says (in common), 'But some have meddled, and thusly I would respond.'.
Venom says (in common), 'I have no ambition to kill here... I simply respond to the prying of lesser beings with my iron boot heel'.

Someone tells Aphelion, 'Hello! If you have any questions please feel free to ask me. '.

Drakar has granted you the ability to see him when he is invis.

Aphelion tells Drakar (in common), 'my thanks for the offer, kind Sir.'.

Aphelion says (in common), 'a grey studded wristguard from the post would be very welcome, if you would be willing to undertake its obtaining.'.

Venom says (in common), 'For the dex?'.

Aphelion nods.

Venom says (in common), 'Do you not have a dex wrist item already on you?'.

Aphelion nods.
Aphelion says (in common), 'more would be useful.'.
Aphelion says (in common), 'I am a touch clumsy, despite all of those tiresome dance lessons.'.

Venom says (in common), 'What happened to that other bracelet that Cresom gave you?'.

Venom says (in common), 'Pardon me, I shall return.'.
Venom leaves east.

Venom appears out of nowhere.
Venom looks at Aphelion.

With eyes like the halo of frost around a silvery full moon, the woman
before you has an icy calm and reserve that is almost unsettling. Her
demeanor is that of one born to priviledge, and you can almost hear an
father's regretful, almost mournful tone: 'If only she had been born a
man!' Her piercing gaze sees through fascades and self-illusion as she
might through cold morning dew, through challenges and deceptions like
the movement of pieces upon an inlaid chess board and through flattery
and seduction like the scant veil of an oathbreaking nun. Her hair is
arranged into a noblewoman's coronet, an intricate arrangement of ebon
strands, twin streaks of scarlet from her temples drawing your eye. To
underestimate her as simply a woman of means, however, would be error:
Her posture has the composed strength of one as capable in the courts,
be it Cillidellia or D'Or D'Terraithe, as on the blood-soaked field of
honor or glory.
Aphelion is in perfect health.

Aphelion sweeps into a curtsey, head unbowed, eyes still remaining on yours.

(end scene)
</pre>

A Solider Takes The Field

2016-09-01T19:19:26Z

Aphelion: A Solider Takes The Field

[[Category:Logs]]
[[Category:Kindred]]
[[Category:RP]]
<pre>
==01/06/14 : A Soldier Takes the Field==

Someone smiles at Aphelion.
Someone utters the words, 'gpuzre'.
You are surrounded by a force shield.

Someone utters the words, 'ghcandusiohp'.
You feel stronger.

Aphelion says in a voice of patrician elegance, 'Good evening.'

Someone says (in elven), 'ayyw uyununa!'.

Someone says (in common), 'oops.'.
Someone says (in common), 'good evening I means!'.

Aphelion says (in common), '... would that I might be able to see someone so friendly....'.

Rhyvn appears out of nowhere.
Rhyvn bows deeply.
Rhyvn gives Aphelion 5000 gold.

Aphelion says (in common), 'that is kind of you.'.

Rhyvn leaves east.

Venom appears out of nowhere.
Venom bows deeply.

Aphelion curtseys, her back stiff, head barely inclined.

> l venom

Venom looks at Venom.

Mish auctions, 'Venom won the auction for a mithril breastplate with onyx clasps! BID CLAIM to claim it.'.

Venom leaves east.
Venom arrives from the east.
Venom puts a mithril breastplate with onyx clasps in the donation pit.
Venom coughs.

Wadworth gets a mithril breastplate with onyx clasps from the donation pit.
Wadworth stops using an iron breast plate.
Wadworth wears a mithril breastplate with onyx clasps on his body.
Wadworth stops using a mithril breastplate with onyx clasps.
Wadworth wears an iron breast plate on his body.
Wadworth puts a mithril breastplate with onyx clasps in the donation pit.

Wadworth says (in common), 'i will never tick it '.

Aphelion gets a mithril breastplate with onyx clasps from the donation pit.

Aphelion says (in common), 'it's lovely workmanship.'.

Wadworth nods.

Venom agrees with Aphelion 100%.

Venom says (in halfling), 'veurygyu byv y fuvsyn yunrevuna rpu wufrps yb nuvguu puyy.'.

Venom says (in common), 'Pardon that wretched tongue'.

Venom says (in common), 'Suitable for a person venturing the depths of newbie hell.'.

Aphelion buckles on the armor with deft precision, clearly used to wearing armor.

Aphelion wears a mithril breastplate with onyx clasps on your body.

Rhyvn arrives from the east.

Rhyvn smiles happily.
Rhyvn looks at Aphelion.

Venom grins evilly, his elongated fangs glistening.
Venom beams a smile at Rhyvn.

Venom says (in common), 'Hello, Rhyvn'.

Rhyvn says (in elven), 'puyyy'.

Venom says (in common), 'Do you know this young lady?'.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'just for now.'.
Rhyvn shrugs.
Rhyvn says (in common), 'I like to help all little ones.'.

Rhyvn smiles happily.
Rhyvn says (in common), 'do you?'.

Venom says (in common), 'You know me, always eager to help a young lady...'.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'she's amazing.'.
Rhyvn grins wickedly.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'yeah........'.

Aphelion gives her thanks in a tone that is carefully polite, 'Oh, yes. certainly.'

Rhyvn looks off in the distance.

Venom says (in common), 'Besides, you don't seem to be helping me at all.'.
Venom says (in common), 'Thusly, you should be replaced.'.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'hm?'.

Aphelion observes the exchange in silence.

Venom looks at Aphelion.

Venom says (in common), 'Would you look at those eyes...'.
Venom says (in common), 'I bet you're no stranger to battle...'.

Aphelion says (in common), 'I am not.'.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'she's very beautiful.'.

Venom says (in common), 'You remind me of someone, though I cannot place who.'.

Aphelion inclines her head briefly. 'Pardon me a moment.'

The Pit
[Exits: east up]
This is the room of last resort. If you are weaponless, armorless,
or in need of something you can't afford, this is where you go to
depend on the generosity of others. Veteran adventurers often come
here to unload equipment they can't use, can't sell, or just want to
donate to the less fortunate. Be warned, less scrupulous individuals
have been known to dump cursed equipment here, merely for the pleasure
of seeing the poor suffer. Less than vigilant janitors have left grim
evidence that a choice piece of equipment is occasionally wanted by
more than one person.

A grand staircase leads to the temples above.
(Token magic) A magical spring flows from the ground here.
A small club-like weapon made of wood sits here ready for action.
A pit for donations dominates the room.
Rhyvn is here.
(Dark Purple Aura) Venom is here.

Aphelion steps back into the room, her gaze instantly taking in all those present.

Rhyvn shakes her head.

Venom eyes Aphelion curiously.

Cresom says (in common), 'need something for your throat rhyvn?'.

Aphelion returns the appraising glance.

Rhyvn nods in recognition to Cresom.

Cresom snickers softly.

Venom says (in common), 'You now what you need Aphelion...'.

Aphelion approaches the Kindred, closing the space between them that the conversation be more discrete.

Venom gets a Major Amulet of Health from a saddlebag.

Venom takes Aphelion's hand, his claws barely leaving a scratch.
Venom places the powerful artifact in what appears to be a strong and steady palm.

Venom gives Aphelion a Major Amulet of Health.

Aphelion allows her hand to remain in his, fingers delicately poised to cup the artifact.

Aphelion tilts her head to one side and asks, 'Nothing comes without a price. What is yours?'

Venom raises one eyebrow, mildly impressed, 'fearless and direct? what a treat...''.

Venom says (in common), 'My price is affordable.'.
Venom says (in common), 'Impress me.'.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'be careful, Aphelion.'.
Rhyvn says (in common), 'with all your self.'.

Venom says (in common), 'Pay no heed to the foolish mortals of the realm, they do not understand the Kindred ways.'.
Venom glares at Rhyvn.

Aphelion's cold grey eyes scan up and down the Kindred's proud mien, and she murmurs, 'Others may foolishly think it an easy task...'

Venom denotes with a huff, 'Your first task will be not to fall into that category... others disappoint me.'

Rhyvn mutters "thank God."

Rhyvn says (in common), 'Aphelion, if I can help, please let me know.'.

Rhyvn bows deeply.
Rhyvn leaves east.

> l venom

Venom says (in common), 'Forgive me, I'm in my adventuring attire.'.
Venom says (in common), 'I wasn't expecting to meet anyone interesting this eve.'.

Ink looks at Venom.
Ink grins evilly at Venom.

Venom nods in recognition to Ink.

Aphelion walks a slow circle around the Kindred, her pace deliberate, studying him like a captain on the battlefield might, yet graceful.

Venom says (in common), 'Greetings, Swarf.'.

> l ink
Ink smiles happily.

Venom relaxes, allowing the intrusion like a careless recruit, refusing to show concern.

Rhyvn appears out of nowhere.

Venom says (in common), 'Are you looking for something specific madam?'.

Aphelion says (in common), 'I am. Though speaking of it in haste would be unwise and unseemly.'.

Aphelion tells Rhyvn (in common), 'Would you mind coming back to the chamber for a moment?'.

Aphelion gives a Minor Amulet of Health to Rhyvn.

Rhyvn thanks you heartily.
Rhyvn says (in common), 'thank you.'.
Rhyvn says (in common), 'to what do I owe the honor?'.

Rhyvn puts a Minor Amulet of Health in a padded canvas backpack.

Venom says (in common), 'Well, we wouldn't want anyone to be unseemly... would we Rhyvn?'.

Aphelion says (in common), 'Generosity and largesse is a virtue. It has been shown me, I wished to show it in return.'.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'Oh no! We can't have any unseemlinesss!'.

Venom grins evilly, his elongated fangs glistening.

Venom says (in common), 'Something else is missing...'.
Venom says (in common), 'Pardon me.'.
Venom leaves east.

Rhyvn frowns.

Venom arrives from the east.
Venom says (in common), 'I wouldn't want those steady hands to slip upon that hilt.'.
Venom gives Aphelion a pair of quilted cloth gloves.

Venom says (in common), 'Try those on.'.

Someone gives Aphelion a begemmed vulture cuff bracelet.

Aphelion wears a pair of quilted cloth gloves on your hands.

Rhyvn beams a smile at someone.

Aphelion inclines her head in thanks and acknowledgement.

Venom says (in common), 'If you find this a better fit, it's steel matches the cold look in your eyes.'.

Aphelion wears a begemmed vulture cuff bracelet around your right wrist.

Rhyvn tells Aphelion (in common), 'don't forget to level and save!!!!!'.

Venom says (in common), 'Your hands are full'.

Venom says (in common), 'Cresom.'.
Venom says (in common), 'I have a question for you.'.

Someone raises an eyebrow.

Venom says (in common), 'This young lady, she is very intriguing.'.
Venom says (in common), 'She needs a container.'.
Venom says (in common), 'Would you mind fetching a specific corpse.'.

Someone says (in common), 'I can go get a couple '.
Someone says (in common), 'which one?'.
Someone says (in common), 'i was just going to pop easy stuff'.
Someone snickers softly.

Venom says (in common), 'No no.'.
Venom says (in common), 'I have a strong instinct about this one....'.

Someone says (in common), 'what mob am I looking for?'.

Venom's Kindred nostrils flare as he takes in the scent of this battle-hardened woman.

Venom says (in common), 'Bring me the corpse of the midnight dragon.'.
Venom says (in common), 'And I shall fashion for her a container.'.
Venom says (in common), 'From its hide.'.

Someone says (in common), 'I got a cont burned last time i was there'.

Venom says (in common), 'Do not be a coward, it is unbecoming of your status here.'.

Someone says (in common), 'ok perfect belsam is on he will do it '.

Rhyvn raises an eyebrow.

Venom says (in common), 'Some badly over-popped popcorn carried by the past.'.
Venom says (in common), 'Go, fetch the popcorn.'.

Venom gives Aphelion the glowing steel bracelet.

Venom says (in common), 'If that works for you...'.
Venom says (in common), 'It compliments the gloves.'.

Aphelion says (in common), 'dex is needed most vitally'.

Venom gives Aphelion a pair of reinforced leather pants.

Venom gives Aphelion the glittering amethyst amulet.

You stop using a Major Amulet of Health.
Aphelion wears the glittering amethyst amulet around your neck.

Venom looks at Aphelion.
Venom says (in common), 'remove the beads'.
Venom says (in common), 'wear the health and the neck I gave you'.

Aphelion wears a Major Amulet of Health around your neck.
Venom leaves east.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'bossyyyyyyyyyyyyy...'.

Someone nods.

Venom arrives from the east.

Aphelion smiles slightly and nods to the girl.

Someone says (in common), 'the corpse is coming '.

Venom gives Aphelion the runed zircon bracelet.
Venom says (in common), 'wear the two bracelets I gave you'.
Venom says (in common), 'that will be a good start on your stats'.

Venom says (in common), 'Already your neck is adorned with my touch...'.
Venom says (in common), 'How suiting.'.
Venom says (in common), 'Wrist as well, what a coincedence.'.
Venom says (in common), 'Just the two places I like to mark.'.

Aphelion says with amusement in her voice, 'Only a slattern allows herself to be marked.'

Cresom gives the corpse of the midnight dragon to Venom.

Venom recites the heavy scroll.
Venom's new bag made from midnight dragon hide looks pretty snazzy.
Venom gives Aphelion a bag made from midnight dragon hide.

Venom looks at Aphelion.

Aphelion curtseys, her back stiff and her head barely inclined.

Venom gives Aphelion a grey steel catseye ring.
Venom says (in common), 'If you get hurt in battle, twist the ring.'.

Rhyvn tells Aphelion (in common), 'be careful ...'.

Aphelion slowly arches one brow at the girl, considering her words.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'although I wouldn't have listened either.'.
Rhyvn sighs loudly.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'time will tell all, though.'.

Venom says (in common), 'Are you girls exchanging secrets?'.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'we're talking about packages.'.
Rhyvn says (in common), 'the size of them, and such.'.

Aphelion's other eyebrow raises at such crass talk.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'Christmas presents, '.
Rhyvn says (in common), 'promises.'.
Rhyvn says (in common), 'broken things.'.

Venom says (in common), 'The size of a package is not a matter for talk. It's more confirming if you just open it.'.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'I'm very careful about everything I open.'.

Venom says (in common), 'Indeed, a true coward.'.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'careful, cautious.'.
Rhyvn says (in common), 'and NOT FOR YOU.'.

Venom says (in common), 'Scared, needy, helpless..'.

Rhyvn shrugs.

Venom says (in common), 'Some are prey, some are predator.'.
Venom says (in common), 'This is simply the nature of things.'.

Aphelion's eyes flicker over the two, clearly aware of which is which.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'well, you'll have to catch me first, and you'll never have me willingly.'.
Rhyvn shrugs.

Venom says (in common), 'All I smell is fear...'.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'of what?'.
Rhyvn raises an eyebrow.

Venom grins a sly grin as though he was expecting that question, 'The unknown...'

Aphelion says with a graceful gesture, 'But is not the unknown where we face our greatest opportunities for victory?'

Venom nods in recognition to Aphelion.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'some things are not unknown. Just pale...immitations.'.
Rhyvn shrugs.

Venom says (in common), 'Indeed. But some prefer to learn carefully, to open the package cautiously, to stay safe from the darkness..'.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'I have no interest in anything vow-breakers have to offer.'.

Venom says (in common), 'Do not toy with words and dance around your petty opinion.'.
Venom says (in common), 'I vowed I would not harm you and as of today, I have not.'.
Venom says (in common), 'When I lay my fang upon you, then and only then, you will know my name is Venom.'.
Venom says (in common), 'Until then I have done nothing wrong, so keep your foul accusations to yourself.'.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'Perhaps you are right.'.
Rhyvn says (in common), 'I do know I'm very sorry for many many things.'.

Venom says (in common), 'I seek no apologies from you, child.'.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'no matter.'.

Rhyvn says (in common), 'I wish you well Aphelion.'.
Rhyvn bows deeply.
Rhyvn leaves east.

Aphelion glances at the departing girl, then at the Kindred.

Venom says (in common), 'She is hurting.'.
Venom says (in common), 'They say the first cut is the deepest.'.
Venom says (in common), 'I say the throat bleeds better than the heart.'.

Aphelion does not offer a quip in return, instead, simply listens and learns more.

Venom says (in common), 'These denizens of the realm, they are not like me... They fear that which they do not understand.'.
Venom says (in common), 'She pretensiously claims I am the illusion of the unknown, but she offers no definition for me.'.

Aphelion tilts her head to one side, saying slowly, '.. In you, I think they have a reason to fear, do they not? I do not think you one of the sheep.'

Venom says (in common), 'I am the sated wolf, I do not hunger for these foolish mortals.'.
Venom says (in common), 'I have bigger goals.'.

Aphelion says (in common), '.. you are sunset. Night without morning. Death, should you wish it. '.
Aphelion says (in common), 'do you wonder that they fear?'.
You raise your eyebrow.

Venom says (in common), 'I am the shadow that does not move, a darkness that does not cover your light if let be.'.
Venom says (in common), 'But some have meddled, and thusly I would respond.'.
Venom says (in common), 'I have no ambition to kill here... I simply respond to the prying of lesser beings with my iron boot heel'.

Someone tells Aphelion, 'Hello! If you have any questions please feel free to ask me. '.

Drakar has granted you the ability to see him when he is invis.

Aphelion tells Drakar (in common), 'my thanks for the offer, kind Sir.'.

Aphelion says (in common), 'a grey studded wristguard from the post would be very welcome, if you would be willing to undertake its obtaining.'.

Venom says (in common), 'For the dex?'.

Aphelion nods.

Venom says (in common), 'Do you not have a dex wrist item already on you?'.

Aphelion nods.
Aphelion says (in common), 'more would be useful.'.
Aphelion says (in common), 'I am a touch clumsy, despite all of those tiresome dance lessons.'.

Venom says (in common), 'What happened to that other bracelet that Cresom gave you?'.

Venom says (in common), 'Pardon me, I shall return.'.
Venom leaves east.

Venom appears out of nowhere.
Venom looks at Aphelion.

With eyes like the halo of frost around a silvery full moon, the woman
before you has an icy calm and reserve that is almost unsettling. Her
demeanor is that of one born to priviledge, and you can almost hear an
father's regretful, almost mournful tone: 'If only she had been born a
man!' Her piercing gaze sees through fascades and self-illusion as she
might through cold morning dew, through challenges and deceptions like
the movement of pieces upon an inlaid chess board and through flattery
and seduction like the scant veil of an oathbreaking nun. Her hair is
arranged into a noblewoman's coronet, an intricate arrangement of ebon
strands, twin streaks of scarlet from her temples drawing your eye. To
underestimate her as simply a woman of means, however, would be error:
Her posture has the composed strength of one as capable in the courts,
be it Cillidellia or D'Or D'Terraithe, as on the blood-soaked field of
honor or glory.
Aphelion is in perfect health.

Aphelion sweeps into a curtsey, head unbowed, eyes still remaining on yours.

(end scene)
</pre>

Aphelion

2016-09-01T19:19:09Z

Aphelion: /* Current Description (Feb 11, 2015) */

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|name = Aphelion Morwen Elizabeth Seremela
|incarnation = VI
|styled_as =
|imm_rank =
|created = January 6, 2014
|status = Semi-Active
|retire_date =
|race = {{Race|Human}} ([[Kindred (Vampires)|Kindred]])
|hometown = [[Riverhold]]
|classes = {{Class|Cleric}} {{Class|Ranger}} {{Class|Thug}}
|last_seen =
|followed = [[DarkClaw]]
|spouse =
|partner =
|parents =
|children =
|relatives = Briefly squired to [[Venom]]
|areas_written =
|immorted_on =
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}}
[[File:Aphelion Seremela.jpg|350px|thumb|left]]
[[Category:Kindred/Vampire]]
== Mud Contributions: ==
Aphelion was an aggressive competitor in the 2014 TFC Olympics, and took 4th place in the overall individual standings. Her efforts scored 57% of [[The Lost Ones|Team Lost]]'s 3rd place finish in the overall competition. 
 

== Current Description (Feb 11, 2015) ==
A calm, closed expression casts an icy shadow over the unusually lovely
features of this soldier. Her movements hold more leonine strength than
a gazelle's grace. Lush garnet lips are barely parted by the protrusion
of sharp fangs, silvery eyes darkened to steel gray with Hunger unsated.
Her long, crimson-streaked black hair is bound in a single braid to keep
it out of her face in combat or when she Feeds.

===Dressing for the Kindred Masquerade: Dec 20, 2014===
Bright silver eyes gaze back at you from behind the mysterious barrier of a
black raven mask of suede and feathers. The beak of the mask is open, as if
in a scream of victory as she gathers the spirits of the slain. The pungent
scent of death and misery clings to the form of the entity before you and a
ghostly mist trails behind her, as if for this one night, she has become an
Incarna of the Morrigan - the Carrion Crow - in truth and not masquerade.

Aphelion has a special twinkle in her eye.
Aphelion is in perfect health.

Aphelion is using:
<used as light> (Powerful magic) (Glowing) the Rod of Magic
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Transient Glow) A Memento of Hope Lost
<worn on finger> (Moderate magic) (Glowing) (Humming) a ring of violet diamonds
<worn around neck> (Token magic) a single glossy black feather
<worn around neck> a high collar of black suede and sable feathers
<worn on body> a form-fitting gown of black velvet with a feathered bodice
<worn on head> a beaked raven mask of black leather and sable feathers
<worn on legs> (Red Aura) sheer black silk stockings
<worn on arms> long, wing-like sleeves of sable feathers
<worn about body> (Moderate magic) a feather cloak
<worn around wrist> a set of bangles
<worn around wrist> a set of bangles
<wielded> a raven's claw
<wielded off-hand> a raven's claw
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra
<worn with pride> a scarlet ribbon bearing a medallion of nickel
<worn with pride> a badge, a pin, 4 ribbons

===(02/05/14): ===
Her struggle to control a new and unbearable Thirst is written all over the
unusually lovely features of this soldier. Her lush crimson lips are parted
by the protrusion of sharp fangs, her silvery eyes darkened to an icy steel
gray. Her long, crimson-streaked black hair is bound back to keep it out of
her face and from becoming stained when she relents and slakes her Hunger.
Drawing on her military training and deeply ingrained self-discipline, she
focuses on the impossible task ahead: to turn this unwelcome Rebirth into
a useful tool or weapon, instead of the curse that has ended her bloodline
and stripped her of all that she held dear. Her hands shift restlessly at
her sides, callouses visible on her palms from her weapon haft. Impeccable
armor, carefully maintained, wards her tall frame, but here and there, the
removal of insignia has left small scars upon its surface, another sign of
what has been Lost.
 
===01/06/2014===
With eyes like the halo of frost around a silvery full moon, the woman
before you has an icy calm and reserve that is almost unsettling. Her
demeanor is that of one born to privilege - and you can almost hear an
father's regretful, almost mournful tone: 'If only she had been born a
man!' Her piercing gaze sees through facades and self-illusion as she
might through cold morning dew, through challenges and deceptions like
the movement of pieces upon an inlaid chess board and through flattery
and seduction like the scant veil of an oathbreaking nun. Her hair is
arranged into a noblewoman's coronet, an intricate arrangement of ebon
strands, twin streaks of scarlet from her temples drawing your eye. To
underestimate her as simply a woman of means, however, would be error:
Her posture has the composed strength of one as capable in the courts,
be it Cillidellia or D'Or D'Terraithe, as on the blood-soaked field of
honor or glory.

== WHO Lists: ==
01/07/14 - Hum [ Cl: 8 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/13/14 - Hum [ Ra: 9 Cl: 9 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/17/14 - Hum [ Tg: 9 Cl: 9 Ra: 9 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/20/14 - Hum [ Cl:12 Tg:12 Ra:12 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
01/25/14 - Hum [ Cl:17 Ra:15 Tg:15 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
01/27/14 - Hum [ Ra:17 Cl:18 Tg:15 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
02/03/14 - Hum [ Cl:22 Tg:18 Ra:18 ] Aphelion has Lost her family name.
03/02/14 - Hum [ Tg:25 Ra:25 Cl:25 ] Aphelion has lost more than her family name
04/29/14 - Hum [ Ra:28 Cl:29 Tg:28 ] Aphelion: so much Lost, so much Gained
06/18/14 - Hum [ Ra:29 Cl:30 Tg:29 ] Aphelion: so much Lost..
06/20/14 - Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion: so much Lost..
09/01/16 - Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion hides nary a sin. Kindred. Lost.
 

== Character History: ==
===Part I===
It is not the endless repetition of my tutors that was the musical score of my childhood – it was the cadence of marching feet and the calling of drills that echoed through the courtyard of the manor. Father took his duties as a captain of the Kayrron Guard seriously and the men at arms of our household were put through their paces no less rigorously than those of the city. As soon as I could hold a stick, I would mimic them from the balcony of my chamber, which had a bird’s eye view of their movements – far more interesting than practicing embroidery or canning preserves. Father indulged me, so long as my instructors gave me good marks, once bragging to a friend that I was a more apt student than most of his two-year cadets. 

After his service to the guard was up, Father could have become a condottieri, but instead, decided to continue his service to Kayrron, as an ambassador. Cookery and the laying in of herbs were replaced with geography and language. We left behind the safety of our manor and moved in different circles: glittering courts with bright flowers and stalking creatures, intrigues and shadow dealings. I learned to wear the plumage and blend in with the other doves, despite a hawk’s heart, all while using my eyes to see and my ears to hear that which would assist my father in his negotiations. Hated lessons in dance mingled with memorizing the lineage of the Great Houses and the proper placement of forks -- and daggers. Whispers followed, of course – the false pity for a girl with a mother lost in childbirth, dragged about by a father more accustomed to the field of honor than the field of politics. I learned to ignore it; those lessons would prove handy. 

Years passed; my world was my father and my governess, Shuvalriel, and our travels. I saw the gleaming spires of Cillidellia, travelled the ancient roads of the North, picked mushrooms in caves beneath dwarven cities, listened silently and veiled in vast deserts, knelt in prayer beneath a night sky, and learned of the One I would accept as my deity. Shuvalriel was pleased when I pledged to Onieros, dark Father of Dreams to the Drow elves. Her schooling in her native tongue had been peppered with ritual songs and tales of adventure. 

I noticed first; the paleness to his features. The way that Father’s breath would sometimes catch unexpectedly during moments of exertion. His pace had slowed; it was to be expected, given the weight that soldiering buries deep in the bones. In his advanced years, old wounds pained him more, but this was something else, something more pernicious. None of the remedies in any of the lands we had travelled gave him comfort. I hired sages and priests to no avail; none could cure him, only ease the pain somewhat. 

We returned to the manor in Kayrron for the first time in a decade and I sought out the oldest shelves of the library, seeking some mention of anything that could stave off this malady. There, I found a whisper of it: the blood of the Kindred was rumored to be a cure for any ailment. While Kindred were not uncommon in Kayrron, a recent edict by the Prince had sent them all into hiding, upon threat of meeting the sun – it appears his Highness had not appreciated the attentions of his favorite paramour being distracted by their presence. I would have to seek them elsewhere. 

This is my quest; to find the cure. 
 
----
 
===Part II===
'''Excerpt from the Court Record, Kayrron Archivist''' 
Appended to Familia Seremela Annotation, Winter Moon, 23rd Year of the Reign of Arcon the Just 
Word has been received from the Frontier Lands that the last living scion of House Seremela has passed. As Ambassador Seremela left no other heir, his estates and holdings will be held in trust by the Crown until an acknowledged member of the lineage may be found. 
 
'''Personal Notes, Kayrron Archivist''' 
'While it cannot enter the Records of the Court, the attached is documented for historical purposes. - A.' 
 
''"Honored Lady Albertha -'' 
''I must first start this missive with my thanks for all that you have done for my House, my revered Father, and myself. Your tireless research was invaluable, even though my own search was fruitless. The cure was found, but its cost was that which I hoped most to guard. It is, in truth, the sanguis mortis that might have saved my Father; a cure which he has long refused, when first we entertained that possibility. It is a bittersweet agony that within my breast, I now hold both cure and damnation. In its pursuit, a moment's civility became my undoing. I am mortal no more; a Kindred's thirst wracks me and the Queen of Night and Shadow commands my loyalty as my Maker, not the Head of my House or my Crown. I fear that this news will be the death of my Father. Better that he should think me lost on my journey, than this. I praythee, seal this record until after his death. By the laws of my beloved Kayrron, I cannot inherit. I have found some hint of remnants of an ancient line of House Seremela here in the Outlands, but both are broken women who have renounced all of who they are, or are in a state of unknowing. Let it pass to the matrilineal line, if an Heir can be found.'' 
''With all my respect, '' 
''I remain eternally,'' 
''Aphelion Morwen Elizabeth Seremela"'' 
 
----
 
===Part III ===
 
It appears that I am unique amongst the Queen's Chylder - the sole product of Her frenzy. All others were created with deliberation, or in moments of tenderness or passion. I think it likely the cause of Her distance: I am a badge of shame. My presence is a reminder of the depths to which She fell, violating my consent to the deepest extent possible. 
 
As clear as the sun, I recall Her standing some distance away, arms folded, watching me writhe and scream out my life upon the cold stone floor. 
"This is the part I hate," she murmured to her lover as I succumbed. No words of comfort, of guidance, but simply annoyance. 
Since that moment, I have not had a moment's kindness from Her; only duty. I am a true-born Seremela, a veteran of the Six League War, and my father's daughter - I will not grovel for Her attention. Never has our Bond been one of openness and communion; it is no welcoming archway, but a barred gate, through which I can see what might have been. Few of the Lost acknowledge my existence, although the Eldest knows that I am his to command. Little Eluch, hag-ridden and cursed, is only a shadow of the playful boy that teased and trusted in those early days. Mayhem, thankfully, is gone; at least I need not hear his tormenting mockery. The rest I give what is required by duty and courtesy and no more. I avoid Her temple, and instead prowl the Night in solitude, just as I mastered my Thirst in solitude, sweating blood, my jaw clenched against the inferno of need within. 
I have no use for most others, though from time to time, there are those who pique my interest. Bright motes of color amidst the shadow, drawing the eye and the attention for a moment, then fading away with their brief, butterfly lives. I prefer the stillness and the cold over the fire and fervor of humanity, with its tempting blood. I am not one of those who can live amongst them, savoring the torment of their nearness. I am proud to say that I have taken only those who face me in combat, who have a fighting chance. Never an innocent and never in the fervor of passion, but with the same regard and respect I gave those who stood against me upon the field of battle. 
I have found a place where I can rest unmolested, letting the siren call of Night flow over me without disturbing my torpor. The gravekeeper is paid well to keep away the curious, and if I become a bedtime story mothers tell their children to keep them fearful of and safe from that which the Moon reveals, well, so much the better. May Onieros grant them sweeter dreams than mine. 

== Trivia: ==
* Aphelion is the fifth vampire created by [[DarkClaw]]
 
== Player Provided Information: ==
 
== Personal Timeline: ==
01/06/14: Aphelion is created: [[A Solider Takes The Field]] 
01/08/14: [[Aphelion meets Venom]] again. 
01/20/14: Aphelion swears personal fealty to [[Venom]] for a year and a day: [[Aphelion is Squired]] 
01/21/14: Aphelion is attacked by [[Ort]] and harassed by [[Sagan]] when she responds with silence. Sagan says (in common), 'Aphelion's not talking much, her mouth is probably full. :('. As an unaligned, the Rule of Three is not honored, having not been requested in advance. 
01/25/14: Aphelion is slain by [[Ort]]. Determined to put this shame behind her, she gains nine ascensions in the next 36 hours. 
01/28/14: Aphelion is slain by [[Zephyr]]. 
01/30/14: Upon hearing of Aphelion's failures in combat, [[Venom Gives a Scolding]]. 
02/03/14: Against her will, Aphelion is Turned by [[DarkClaw]] when she makes the mistake of offering the out-of-control vampire a blood oath, after her term of service is abruptly ended by [[Venom|Mayhem]]: '''[[Aphelion's End]]''' 
02/08/14: Aphelion wins the Olympic Rings Scavenger Hunt, with some assistance from [[Belsambar]] with the Black Ring. 
02/09/14: Aphelion enters the Olympic Haiku, but does not place: Battle lines are drawn / Pawns facing across a board / Who will win today? 
02/25/14: [[Tynian]] announces the final standings, and Aphelion takes fourth place in the overall. Her efforts help push Team Lost to the Bronze Medal, with 57% of their total score coming from Aphelion's contributions. 
06/20/14: At the request of [[Nicholai|The Eldest]], Aphelion seeks and obtains her final Ascension, witnessed by [[DarkClaw]] and [[Orpik]]. 
07/15/15: Aphelion is attacked thrice by [[Ghazkull]] in an attempt to complete one of the requirements of Wyld for his Triat Mastery Quest. He is unsuccessful. 
07/17/15: The Triat Initiate provides an explanation for his attacks, and acquiesces to Aphelion's required act of contrition.

== Player Information: ==

Aphelion

2016-09-01T19:17:19Z

Aphelion: /* Personal Timeline: */

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|status = Semi-Active
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|hometown = [[Riverhold]]
|classes = {{Class|Cleric}} {{Class|Ranger}} {{Class|Thug}}
|last_seen =
|followed = [[DarkClaw]]
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|relatives = Briefly squired to [[Venom]]
|areas_written =
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|following =
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[[File:Aphelion Seremela.jpg|350px|thumb|left]]
[[Category:Kindred/Vampire]]
== Mud Contributions: ==
Aphelion was an aggressive competitor in the 2014 TFC Olympics, and took 4th place in the overall individual standings. Her efforts scored 57% of [[The Lost Ones|Team Lost]]'s 3rd place finish in the overall competition. 
 

== Current Description (Feb 11, 2015) ==
A calm, closed expression casts an icy shadow over the unusually lovely
features of this soldier. Her movements hold more leonine strength than
a gazelle's grace. Lush garnet lips are barely parted by the protrusion
of sharp fangs, silvery eyes darkened to steel gray with Hunger unsated.
Her long, crimson-streaked black hair is bound in a single braid to keep
it out of her face in combat or when she Feeds.

===Dressing for the Kindred Masquerade: Dec 20, 2014===
Bright silver eyes gaze back at you from behind the mysterious barrier of a
black raven mask of suede and feathers. The beak of the mask is open, as if
in a scream of victory as she gathers the spirits of the slain. The pungent
scent of death and misery clings to the form of the entity before you and a
ghostly mist trails behind her, as if for this one night, she has become an
Incarna of the Morrigan - the Carrion Crow - in truth and not masquerade.

Aphelion has a special twinkle in her eye.
Aphelion is in perfect health.

Aphelion is using:
<used as light> (Powerful magic) (Glowing) the Rod of Magic
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Transient Glow) A Memento of Hope Lost
<worn on finger> (Moderate magic) (Glowing) (Humming) a ring of violet diamonds
<worn around neck> (Token magic) a single glossy black feather
<worn around neck> a high collar of black suede and sable feathers
<worn on body> a form-fitting gown of black velvet with a feathered bodice
<worn on head> a beaked raven mask of black leather and sable feathers
<worn on legs> (Red Aura) sheer black silk stockings
<worn on arms> long, wing-like sleeves of sable feathers
<worn about body> (Moderate magic) a feather cloak
<worn around wrist> a set of bangles
<worn around wrist> a set of bangles
<wielded> a raven's claw
<wielded off-hand> a raven's claw
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra
<worn with pride> a scarlet ribbon bearing a medallion of nickel
<worn with pride> a badge, a pin, 4 ribbons

===(02/05/14): ===
Her struggle to control a new and unbearable Thirst is written all over the
unusually lovely features of this soldier. Her lush crimson lips are parted
by the protrusion of sharp fangs, her silvery eyes darkened to an icy steel
gray. Her long, crimson-streaked black hair is bound back to keep it out of
her face and from becoming stained when she relents and slakes her Hunger.
Drawing on her military training and deeply ingrained self-discipline, she
focuses on the impossible task ahead: to turn this unwelcome Rebirth into
a useful tool or weapon, instead of the curse that has ended her bloodline
and stripped her of all that she held dear. Her hands shift restlessly at
her sides, callouses visible on her palms from her weapon haft. Impeccable
armor, carefully maintained, wards her tall frame, but here and there, the
removal of insignia has left small scars upon its surface, another sign of
what has been Lost.
 

== WHO Lists: ==
01/07/14 - Hum [ Cl: 8 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/13/14 - Hum [ Ra: 9 Cl: 9 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/17/14 - Hum [ Tg: 9 Cl: 9 Ra: 9 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/20/14 - Hum [ Cl:12 Tg:12 Ra:12 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
01/25/14 - Hum [ Cl:17 Ra:15 Tg:15 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
01/27/14 - Hum [ Ra:17 Cl:18 Tg:15 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
02/03/14 - Hum [ Cl:22 Tg:18 Ra:18 ] Aphelion has Lost her family name.
03/02/14 - Hum [ Tg:25 Ra:25 Cl:25 ] Aphelion has lost more than her family name
04/29/14 - Hum [ Ra:28 Cl:29 Tg:28 ] Aphelion: so much Lost, so much Gained
06/18/14 - Hum [ Ra:29 Cl:30 Tg:29 ] Aphelion: so much Lost..
06/20/14 - Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion: so much Lost..
09/01/16 - Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion hides nary a sin. Kindred. Lost.
 

== Character History: ==
===Part I===
It is not the endless repetition of my tutors that was the musical score of my childhood – it was the cadence of marching feet and the calling of drills that echoed through the courtyard of the manor. Father took his duties as a captain of the Kayrron Guard seriously and the men at arms of our household were put through their paces no less rigorously than those of the city. As soon as I could hold a stick, I would mimic them from the balcony of my chamber, which had a bird’s eye view of their movements – far more interesting than practicing embroidery or canning preserves. Father indulged me, so long as my instructors gave me good marks, once bragging to a friend that I was a more apt student than most of his two-year cadets. 

After his service to the guard was up, Father could have become a condottieri, but instead, decided to continue his service to Kayrron, as an ambassador. Cookery and the laying in of herbs were replaced with geography and language. We left behind the safety of our manor and moved in different circles: glittering courts with bright flowers and stalking creatures, intrigues and shadow dealings. I learned to wear the plumage and blend in with the other doves, despite a hawk’s heart, all while using my eyes to see and my ears to hear that which would assist my father in his negotiations. Hated lessons in dance mingled with memorizing the lineage of the Great Houses and the proper placement of forks -- and daggers. Whispers followed, of course – the false pity for a girl with a mother lost in childbirth, dragged about by a father more accustomed to the field of honor than the field of politics. I learned to ignore it; those lessons would prove handy. 

Years passed; my world was my father and my governess, Shuvalriel, and our travels. I saw the gleaming spires of Cillidellia, travelled the ancient roads of the North, picked mushrooms in caves beneath dwarven cities, listened silently and veiled in vast deserts, knelt in prayer beneath a night sky, and learned of the One I would accept as my deity. Shuvalriel was pleased when I pledged to Onieros, dark Father of Dreams to the Drow elves. Her schooling in her native tongue had been peppered with ritual songs and tales of adventure. 

I noticed first; the paleness to his features. The way that Father’s breath would sometimes catch unexpectedly during moments of exertion. His pace had slowed; it was to be expected, given the weight that soldiering buries deep in the bones. In his advanced years, old wounds pained him more, but this was something else, something more pernicious. None of the remedies in any of the lands we had travelled gave him comfort. I hired sages and priests to no avail; none could cure him, only ease the pain somewhat. 

We returned to the manor in Kayrron for the first time in a decade and I sought out the oldest shelves of the library, seeking some mention of anything that could stave off this malady. There, I found a whisper of it: the blood of the Kindred was rumored to be a cure for any ailment. While Kindred were not uncommon in Kayrron, a recent edict by the Prince had sent them all into hiding, upon threat of meeting the sun – it appears his Highness had not appreciated the attentions of his favorite paramour being distracted by their presence. I would have to seek them elsewhere. 

This is my quest; to find the cure. 
 
----
 
===Part II===
'''Excerpt from the Court Record, Kayrron Archivist''' 
Appended to Familia Seremela Annotation, Winter Moon, 23rd Year of the Reign of Arcon the Just 
Word has been received from the Frontier Lands that the last living scion of House Seremela has passed. As Ambassador Seremela left no other heir, his estates and holdings will be held in trust by the Crown until an acknowledged member of the lineage may be found. 
 
'''Personal Notes, Kayrron Archivist''' 
'While it cannot enter the Records of the Court, the attached is documented for historical purposes. - A.' 
 
''"Honored Lady Albertha -'' 
''I must first start this missive with my thanks for all that you have done for my House, my revered Father, and myself. Your tireless research was invaluable, even though my own search was fruitless. The cure was found, but its cost was that which I hoped most to guard. It is, in truth, the sanguis mortis that might have saved my Father; a cure which he has long refused, when first we entertained that possibility. It is a bittersweet agony that within my breast, I now hold both cure and damnation. In its pursuit, a moment's civility became my undoing. I am mortal no more; a Kindred's thirst wracks me and the Queen of Night and Shadow commands my loyalty as my Maker, not the Head of my House or my Crown. I fear that this news will be the death of my Father. Better that he should think me lost on my journey, than this. I praythee, seal this record until after his death. By the laws of my beloved Kayrron, I cannot inherit. I have found some hint of remnants of an ancient line of House Seremela here in the Outlands, but both are broken women who have renounced all of who they are, or are in a state of unknowing. Let it pass to the matrilineal line, if an Heir can be found.'' 
''With all my respect, '' 
''I remain eternally,'' 
''Aphelion Morwen Elizabeth Seremela"'' 
 
----
 
===Part III ===
 
It appears that I am unique amongst the Queen's Chylder - the sole product of Her frenzy. All others were created with deliberation, or in moments of tenderness or passion. I think it likely the cause of Her distance: I am a badge of shame. My presence is a reminder of the depths to which She fell, violating my consent to the deepest extent possible. 
 
As clear as the sun, I recall Her standing some distance away, arms folded, watching me writhe and scream out my life upon the cold stone floor. 
"This is the part I hate," she murmured to her lover as I succumbed. No words of comfort, of guidance, but simply annoyance. 
Since that moment, I have not had a moment's kindness from Her; only duty. I am a true-born Seremela, a veteran of the Six League War, and my father's daughter - I will not grovel for Her attention. Never has our Bond been one of openness and communion; it is no welcoming archway, but a barred gate, through which I can see what might have been. Few of the Lost acknowledge my existence, although the Eldest knows that I am his to command. Little Eluch, hag-ridden and cursed, is only a shadow of the playful boy that teased and trusted in those early days. Mayhem, thankfully, is gone; at least I need not hear his tormenting mockery. The rest I give what is required by duty and courtesy and no more. I avoid Her temple, and instead prowl the Night in solitude, just as I mastered my Thirst in solitude, sweating blood, my jaw clenched against the inferno of need within. 
I have no use for most others, though from time to time, there are those who pique my interest. Bright motes of color amidst the shadow, drawing the eye and the attention for a moment, then fading away with their brief, butterfly lives. I prefer the stillness and the cold over the fire and fervor of humanity, with its tempting blood. I am not one of those who can live amongst them, savoring the torment of their nearness. I am proud to say that I have taken only those who face me in combat, who have a fighting chance. Never an innocent and never in the fervor of passion, but with the same regard and respect I gave those who stood against me upon the field of battle. 
I have found a place where I can rest unmolested, letting the siren call of Night flow over me without disturbing my torpor. The gravekeeper is paid well to keep away the curious, and if I become a bedtime story mothers tell their children to keep them fearful of and safe from that which the Moon reveals, well, so much the better. May Onieros grant them sweeter dreams than mine. 

== Trivia: ==
* Aphelion is the fifth vampire created by [[DarkClaw]]
 
== Player Provided Information: ==
 
== Personal Timeline: ==
01/06/14: Aphelion is created: [[A Solider Takes The Field]] 
01/08/14: [[Aphelion meets Venom]] again. 
01/20/14: Aphelion swears personal fealty to [[Venom]] for a year and a day: [[Aphelion is Squired]] 
01/21/14: Aphelion is attacked by [[Ort]] and harassed by [[Sagan]] when she responds with silence. Sagan says (in common), 'Aphelion's not talking much, her mouth is probably full. :('. As an unaligned, the Rule of Three is not honored, having not been requested in advance. 
01/25/14: Aphelion is slain by [[Ort]]. Determined to put this shame behind her, she gains nine ascensions in the next 36 hours. 
01/28/14: Aphelion is slain by [[Zephyr]]. 
01/30/14: Upon hearing of Aphelion's failures in combat, [[Venom Gives a Scolding]]. 
02/03/14: Against her will, Aphelion is Turned by [[DarkClaw]] when she makes the mistake of offering the out-of-control vampire a blood oath, after her term of service is abruptly ended by [[Venom|Mayhem]]: '''[[Aphelion's End]]''' 
02/08/14: Aphelion wins the Olympic Rings Scavenger Hunt, with some assistance from [[Belsambar]] with the Black Ring. 
02/09/14: Aphelion enters the Olympic Haiku, but does not place: Battle lines are drawn / Pawns facing across a board / Who will win today? 
02/25/14: [[Tynian]] announces the final standings, and Aphelion takes fourth place in the overall. Her efforts help push Team Lost to the Bronze Medal, with 57% of their total score coming from Aphelion's contributions. 
06/20/14: At the request of [[Nicholai|The Eldest]], Aphelion seeks and obtains her final Ascension, witnessed by [[DarkClaw]] and [[Orpik]]. 
07/15/15: Aphelion is attacked thrice by [[Ghazkull]] in an attempt to complete one of the requirements of Wyld for his Triat Mastery Quest. He is unsuccessful. 
07/17/15: The Triat Initiate provides an explanation for his attacks, and acquiesces to Aphelion's required act of contrition.

== Player Information: ==

Aphelion

2016-09-01T19:17:08Z

Aphelion: /* Personal Timeline: */

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|name = Aphelion Morwen Elizabeth Seremela
|incarnation = VI
|styled_as =
|imm_rank =
|created = January 6, 2014
|status = Semi-Active
|retire_date =
|race = {{Race|Human}} ([[Kindred (Vampires)|Kindred]])
|hometown = [[Riverhold]]
|classes = {{Class|Cleric}} {{Class|Ranger}} {{Class|Thug}}
|last_seen =
|followed = [[DarkClaw]]
|spouse =
|partner =
|parents =
|children =
|relatives = Briefly squired to [[Venom]]
|areas_written =
|immorted_on =
|following =
|portfolio =
}}
[[File:Aphelion Seremela.jpg|350px|thumb|left]]
[[Category:Kindred/Vampire]]
== Mud Contributions: ==
Aphelion was an aggressive competitor in the 2014 TFC Olympics, and took 4th place in the overall individual standings. Her efforts scored 57% of [[The Lost Ones|Team Lost]]'s 3rd place finish in the overall competition. 
 

== Current Description (Feb 11, 2015) ==
A calm, closed expression casts an icy shadow over the unusually lovely
features of this soldier. Her movements hold more leonine strength than
a gazelle's grace. Lush garnet lips are barely parted by the protrusion
of sharp fangs, silvery eyes darkened to steel gray with Hunger unsated.
Her long, crimson-streaked black hair is bound in a single braid to keep
it out of her face in combat or when she Feeds.

===Dressing for the Kindred Masquerade: Dec 20, 2014===
Bright silver eyes gaze back at you from behind the mysterious barrier of a
black raven mask of suede and feathers. The beak of the mask is open, as if
in a scream of victory as she gathers the spirits of the slain. The pungent
scent of death and misery clings to the form of the entity before you and a
ghostly mist trails behind her, as if for this one night, she has become an
Incarna of the Morrigan - the Carrion Crow - in truth and not masquerade.

Aphelion has a special twinkle in her eye.
Aphelion is in perfect health.

Aphelion is using:
<used as light> (Powerful magic) (Glowing) the Rod of Magic
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Transient Glow) A Memento of Hope Lost
<worn on finger> (Moderate magic) (Glowing) (Humming) a ring of violet diamonds
<worn around neck> (Token magic) a single glossy black feather
<worn around neck> a high collar of black suede and sable feathers
<worn on body> a form-fitting gown of black velvet with a feathered bodice
<worn on head> a beaked raven mask of black leather and sable feathers
<worn on legs> (Red Aura) sheer black silk stockings
<worn on arms> long, wing-like sleeves of sable feathers
<worn about body> (Moderate magic) a feather cloak
<worn around wrist> a set of bangles
<worn around wrist> a set of bangles
<wielded> a raven's claw
<wielded off-hand> a raven's claw
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra
<worn with pride> a scarlet ribbon bearing a medallion of nickel
<worn with pride> a badge, a pin, 4 ribbons

===(02/05/14): ===
Her struggle to control a new and unbearable Thirst is written all over the
unusually lovely features of this soldier. Her lush crimson lips are parted
by the protrusion of sharp fangs, her silvery eyes darkened to an icy steel
gray. Her long, crimson-streaked black hair is bound back to keep it out of
her face and from becoming stained when she relents and slakes her Hunger.
Drawing on her military training and deeply ingrained self-discipline, she
focuses on the impossible task ahead: to turn this unwelcome Rebirth into
a useful tool or weapon, instead of the curse that has ended her bloodline
and stripped her of all that she held dear. Her hands shift restlessly at
her sides, callouses visible on her palms from her weapon haft. Impeccable
armor, carefully maintained, wards her tall frame, but here and there, the
removal of insignia has left small scars upon its surface, another sign of
what has been Lost.
 

== WHO Lists: ==
01/07/14 - Hum [ Cl: 8 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/13/14 - Hum [ Ra: 9 Cl: 9 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/17/14 - Hum [ Tg: 9 Cl: 9 Ra: 9 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/20/14 - Hum [ Cl:12 Tg:12 Ra:12 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
01/25/14 - Hum [ Cl:17 Ra:15 Tg:15 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
01/27/14 - Hum [ Ra:17 Cl:18 Tg:15 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
02/03/14 - Hum [ Cl:22 Tg:18 Ra:18 ] Aphelion has Lost her family name.
03/02/14 - Hum [ Tg:25 Ra:25 Cl:25 ] Aphelion has lost more than her family name
04/29/14 - Hum [ Ra:28 Cl:29 Tg:28 ] Aphelion: so much Lost, so much Gained
06/18/14 - Hum [ Ra:29 Cl:30 Tg:29 ] Aphelion: so much Lost..
06/20/14 - Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion: so much Lost..
09/01/16 - Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion hides nary a sin. Kindred. Lost.
 

== Character History: ==
===Part I===
It is not the endless repetition of my tutors that was the musical score of my childhood – it was the cadence of marching feet and the calling of drills that echoed through the courtyard of the manor. Father took his duties as a captain of the Kayrron Guard seriously and the men at arms of our household were put through their paces no less rigorously than those of the city. As soon as I could hold a stick, I would mimic them from the balcony of my chamber, which had a bird’s eye view of their movements – far more interesting than practicing embroidery or canning preserves. Father indulged me, so long as my instructors gave me good marks, once bragging to a friend that I was a more apt student than most of his two-year cadets. 

After his service to the guard was up, Father could have become a condottieri, but instead, decided to continue his service to Kayrron, as an ambassador. Cookery and the laying in of herbs were replaced with geography and language. We left behind the safety of our manor and moved in different circles: glittering courts with bright flowers and stalking creatures, intrigues and shadow dealings. I learned to wear the plumage and blend in with the other doves, despite a hawk’s heart, all while using my eyes to see and my ears to hear that which would assist my father in his negotiations. Hated lessons in dance mingled with memorizing the lineage of the Great Houses and the proper placement of forks -- and daggers. Whispers followed, of course – the false pity for a girl with a mother lost in childbirth, dragged about by a father more accustomed to the field of honor than the field of politics. I learned to ignore it; those lessons would prove handy. 

Years passed; my world was my father and my governess, Shuvalriel, and our travels. I saw the gleaming spires of Cillidellia, travelled the ancient roads of the North, picked mushrooms in caves beneath dwarven cities, listened silently and veiled in vast deserts, knelt in prayer beneath a night sky, and learned of the One I would accept as my deity. Shuvalriel was pleased when I pledged to Onieros, dark Father of Dreams to the Drow elves. Her schooling in her native tongue had been peppered with ritual songs and tales of adventure. 

I noticed first; the paleness to his features. The way that Father’s breath would sometimes catch unexpectedly during moments of exertion. His pace had slowed; it was to be expected, given the weight that soldiering buries deep in the bones. In his advanced years, old wounds pained him more, but this was something else, something more pernicious. None of the remedies in any of the lands we had travelled gave him comfort. I hired sages and priests to no avail; none could cure him, only ease the pain somewhat. 

We returned to the manor in Kayrron for the first time in a decade and I sought out the oldest shelves of the library, seeking some mention of anything that could stave off this malady. There, I found a whisper of it: the blood of the Kindred was rumored to be a cure for any ailment. While Kindred were not uncommon in Kayrron, a recent edict by the Prince had sent them all into hiding, upon threat of meeting the sun – it appears his Highness had not appreciated the attentions of his favorite paramour being distracted by their presence. I would have to seek them elsewhere. 

This is my quest; to find the cure. 
 
----
 
===Part II===
'''Excerpt from the Court Record, Kayrron Archivist''' 
Appended to Familia Seremela Annotation, Winter Moon, 23rd Year of the Reign of Arcon the Just 
Word has been received from the Frontier Lands that the last living scion of House Seremela has passed. As Ambassador Seremela left no other heir, his estates and holdings will be held in trust by the Crown until an acknowledged member of the lineage may be found. 
 
'''Personal Notes, Kayrron Archivist''' 
'While it cannot enter the Records of the Court, the attached is documented for historical purposes. - A.' 
 
''"Honored Lady Albertha -'' 
''I must first start this missive with my thanks for all that you have done for my House, my revered Father, and myself. Your tireless research was invaluable, even though my own search was fruitless. The cure was found, but its cost was that which I hoped most to guard. It is, in truth, the sanguis mortis that might have saved my Father; a cure which he has long refused, when first we entertained that possibility. It is a bittersweet agony that within my breast, I now hold both cure and damnation. In its pursuit, a moment's civility became my undoing. I am mortal no more; a Kindred's thirst wracks me and the Queen of Night and Shadow commands my loyalty as my Maker, not the Head of my House or my Crown. I fear that this news will be the death of my Father. Better that he should think me lost on my journey, than this. I praythee, seal this record until after his death. By the laws of my beloved Kayrron, I cannot inherit. I have found some hint of remnants of an ancient line of House Seremela here in the Outlands, but both are broken women who have renounced all of who they are, or are in a state of unknowing. Let it pass to the matrilineal line, if an Heir can be found.'' 
''With all my respect, '' 
''I remain eternally,'' 
''Aphelion Morwen Elizabeth Seremela"'' 
 
----
 
===Part III ===
 
It appears that I am unique amongst the Queen's Chylder - the sole product of Her frenzy. All others were created with deliberation, or in moments of tenderness or passion. I think it likely the cause of Her distance: I am a badge of shame. My presence is a reminder of the depths to which She fell, violating my consent to the deepest extent possible. 
 
As clear as the sun, I recall Her standing some distance away, arms folded, watching me writhe and scream out my life upon the cold stone floor. 
"This is the part I hate," she murmured to her lover as I succumbed. No words of comfort, of guidance, but simply annoyance. 
Since that moment, I have not had a moment's kindness from Her; only duty. I am a true-born Seremela, a veteran of the Six League War, and my father's daughter - I will not grovel for Her attention. Never has our Bond been one of openness and communion; it is no welcoming archway, but a barred gate, through which I can see what might have been. Few of the Lost acknowledge my existence, although the Eldest knows that I am his to command. Little Eluch, hag-ridden and cursed, is only a shadow of the playful boy that teased and trusted in those early days. Mayhem, thankfully, is gone; at least I need not hear his tormenting mockery. The rest I give what is required by duty and courtesy and no more. I avoid Her temple, and instead prowl the Night in solitude, just as I mastered my Thirst in solitude, sweating blood, my jaw clenched against the inferno of need within. 
I have no use for most others, though from time to time, there are those who pique my interest. Bright motes of color amidst the shadow, drawing the eye and the attention for a moment, then fading away with their brief, butterfly lives. I prefer the stillness and the cold over the fire and fervor of humanity, with its tempting blood. I am not one of those who can live amongst them, savoring the torment of their nearness. I am proud to say that I have taken only those who face me in combat, who have a fighting chance. Never an innocent and never in the fervor of passion, but with the same regard and respect I gave those who stood against me upon the field of battle. 
I have found a place where I can rest unmolested, letting the siren call of Night flow over me without disturbing my torpor. The gravekeeper is paid well to keep away the curious, and if I become a bedtime story mothers tell their children to keep them fearful of and safe from that which the Moon reveals, well, so much the better. May Onieros grant them sweeter dreams than mine. 

== Trivia: ==
* Aphelion is the fifth vampire created by [[DarkClaw]]
 
== Player Provided Information: ==
 
== Personal Timeline: ==
01/06/14: Aphelion is created: [[A Solider Takes The Field]]
01/08/14: [[Aphelion meets Venom]] again. 
01/20/14: Aphelion swears personal fealty to [[Venom]] for a year and a day: [[Aphelion is Squired]] 
01/21/14: Aphelion is attacked by [[Ort]] and harassed by [[Sagan]] when she responds with silence. Sagan says (in common), 'Aphelion's not talking much, her mouth is probably full. :('. As an unaligned, the Rule of Three is not honored, having not been requested in advance. 
01/25/14: Aphelion is slain by [[Ort]]. Determined to put this shame behind her, she gains nine ascensions in the next 36 hours. 
01/28/14: Aphelion is slain by [[Zephyr]]. 
01/30/14: Upon hearing of Aphelion's failures in combat, [[Venom Gives a Scolding]]. 
02/03/14: Against her will, Aphelion is Turned by [[DarkClaw]] when she makes the mistake of offering the out-of-control vampire a blood oath, after her term of service is abruptly ended by [[Venom|Mayhem]]: '''[[Aphelion's End]]''' 
02/08/14: Aphelion wins the Olympic Rings Scavenger Hunt, with some assistance from [[Belsambar]] with the Black Ring. 
02/09/14: Aphelion enters the Olympic Haiku, but does not place: Battle lines are drawn / Pawns facing across a board / Who will win today? 
02/25/14: [[Tynian]] announces the final standings, and Aphelion takes fourth place in the overall. Her efforts help push Team Lost to the Bronze Medal, with 57% of their total score coming from Aphelion's contributions. 
06/20/14: At the request of [[Nicholai|The Eldest]], Aphelion seeks and obtains her final Ascension, witnessed by [[DarkClaw]] and [[Orpik]]. 
07/15/15: Aphelion is attacked thrice by [[Ghazkull]] in an attempt to complete one of the requirements of Wyld for his Triat Mastery Quest. He is unsuccessful. 
07/17/15: The Triat Initiate provides an explanation for his attacks, and acquiesces to Aphelion's required act of contrition.

== Player Information: ==

Venom Gives a Scolding

2016-09-01T19:12:43Z

Aphelion: Venom Gives a Scolding

[[Category:Logs]]
[[Category:Kindred]]
[[Category:RP]]

<pre>
The Riverhold Town Hall and School
[Exits: north south ]
(Light Red Aura ) Pie is resting here.
Singing under her breath, Elvalee prepares the next lesson.

Venom tells Aphelion (in halfling), 'Greetings, Squire.'.

Aphelion tells Venom (in common), 'Greetings my Lord'.

Venom tells Aphelion (in common), 'You have been practicing your skills I see.'.

Aphelion tells Venom (in common), 'I have, though not without ..setbacks.'.

Venom tells Aphelion (in common), 'Set backs?'.

Pie rests.
Pie smiles happily.

Aphelion sits down and thinks deeply
Aphelion says (in common), 'If not slices... what about whipped cream?'.

Aphelion tells Venom (in common), 'while guarding another, I was summoned away and slain by a pickpocket.'.

Venom tells Aphelion (in common), 'You fool!'.

Venom tells Aphelion (in common), 'How can you guard another before yourself? Guard yourself first, then consider others IF it is strategic to do so.'.

Aphelion tells Venom (in common), 'It is my instinct and nature to work in a group. I will heed your advice.'.

Venom tells Aphelion (in common), 'How were you not able to escape a mere pick pocket?'.

Aphelion tells Venom (in common), '*dryly* His skills were not insignificant.'.

Venom tells Aphelion (in common), 'We are not training here to move a battalion into war. We are training to hunt and kill targets.'.

Venom tells Aphelion (in common), 'But before you can hunt and kill you must learn to not be hunted and killed.'.

Venom tells Aphelion (in common), 'His skills?'.

Aphelion tells Venom (in common), 'priest warrior thief.'.

Venom tells Aphelion (in common), 'What skills and tactics did he use?'.

Aphelion tells Venom (in common), 'summoned me to a closed chamber.'.

Venom tells Aphelion (in common), 'Was it also locked?'.

Aphelion tells Venom (in common), 'no - i escaped it twice in an effort to regain safety and regroup with my partner.'.

Venom tells Aphelion (in common), 'You escaped the room, and yet still died? Were you not able to use recall magic?'.

Aphelion tells Venom (in common), 'despite him clouding my mind with fear, I attempted to make my way back to where my partner was. I did not seek recall, but to regroup.'.

Venom tells Aphelion (in common), 'How foolish.'.
Venom tells Aphelion (in common), 'Aphelion... Do you want your father to die a shamed man?'.

Aphelion tells Venom (in common), '*sharply* Certainly not!'.

Venom tells Aphelion (in common), 'Than from now on you will carry the following items directly ON HAND: 3 recalls, use salty potions from Tiren's rock. They are heavy but they are more rare and thus harder to mimic. 2 ink sacs from the cuttlefish of the king of cuttlefish's shipwreck. You will setup your mind to instantly quaff an ink sac then a salty back to back. It will jump you from combat and recall you to safety even in a locked room. One tisane of willowbark tea with a bunch more in a bag. Any time you are feared or confused you will get one from the bag and quaff it'.

Aphelion tells Venom (in common), 'Yes, my Lord. '.

Venom tells Aphelion (in common), 'if you are too scared or confused to retrieve the one from the bag, you may still quaff the one you carry'.

Venom tells Aphelion (in common), 'two brights. One glowing of remove curse. Any time you feel unclean you will automatically quaff the glowing. Your inventory should be nothing but potions and bags. Do you understand?'.

Aphelion tells Venom (in common), 'Yes, my Lord. I understand and your instructions will be carried out'.

Venom tells Aphelion (in common), 'Recite back to me the inventory you will carry'.

Aphelion tells Venom (in common), '3 salty potion, 2 ink sacs, 1 tisane of tea, 2 brights, 1 glowing'.
Aphelion tells Venom (in common), 'with naught but containers an potions in inventory'.

Venom tells Aphelion (in common), 'You can also carry a boat, that is wise too.'.
Venom tells Aphelion (in common), 'And if you are feared or confused'.

Aphelion tells Venom (in common), 'if feared - a tea obtained from a bag, and consumed.'.

Venom tells Aphelion (in common), 'If you feel unclean quaffing the glowing must be automatic'.

Aphelion tells Venom (in common), 'yes, my Lord.'.

Venom tells Aphelion (in common), 'You must automatically flee and recall when attacked'.

Aphelion tells Venom (in common), 'I will drill until it is second nature.'.

Venom tells Aphelion (in common), 'If you cannot flee you will back to back quaf ink/quaf salty'.

Aphelion tells Venom (in common), 'Understood, my Lord.'.

3 players.
Hum [ Tg:15 Cl:18 Ra:18 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
Hum [ Ra:30 Th:30 Sh:30 ] Rancor, Haunting Woodland Assassin of the High Ordr
Hel [ Ma:25 Wa:17 Th:20 ] Venom, Kindred Demi-Lich of Lost.*Al'Shaitan*

</pre>

Aphelion

2016-09-01T18:58:09Z

Aphelion: /* Personal Timeline: */

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[[Category:Kindred/Vampire]]
== Mud Contributions: ==
Aphelion was an aggressive competitor in the 2014 TFC Olympics, and took 4th place in the overall individual standings. Her efforts scored 57% of [[The Lost Ones|Team Lost]]'s 3rd place finish in the overall competition. 
 

== Current Description (Feb 11, 2015) ==
A calm, closed expression casts an icy shadow over the unusually lovely
features of this soldier. Her movements hold more leonine strength than
a gazelle's grace. Lush garnet lips are barely parted by the protrusion
of sharp fangs, silvery eyes darkened to steel gray with Hunger unsated.
Her long, crimson-streaked black hair is bound in a single braid to keep
it out of her face in combat or when she Feeds.

===Dressing for the Kindred Masquerade: Dec 20, 2014===
Bright silver eyes gaze back at you from behind the mysterious barrier of a
black raven mask of suede and feathers. The beak of the mask is open, as if
in a scream of victory as she gathers the spirits of the slain. The pungent
scent of death and misery clings to the form of the entity before you and a
ghostly mist trails behind her, as if for this one night, she has become an
Incarna of the Morrigan - the Carrion Crow - in truth and not masquerade.

Aphelion has a special twinkle in her eye.
Aphelion is in perfect health.

Aphelion is using:
<used as light> (Powerful magic) (Glowing) the Rod of Magic
<worn on finger> (Artifact magic) (Transient Glow) A Memento of Hope Lost
<worn on finger> (Moderate magic) (Glowing) (Humming) a ring of violet diamonds
<worn around neck> (Token magic) a single glossy black feather
<worn around neck> a high collar of black suede and sable feathers
<worn on body> a form-fitting gown of black velvet with a feathered bodice
<worn on head> a beaked raven mask of black leather and sable feathers
<worn on legs> (Red Aura) sheer black silk stockings
<worn on arms> long, wing-like sleeves of sable feathers
<worn about body> (Moderate magic) a feather cloak
<worn around wrist> a set of bangles
<worn around wrist> a set of bangles
<wielded> a raven's claw
<wielded off-hand> a raven's claw
<worn with pride> the Ebon Sigil Odegra
<worn with pride> a scarlet ribbon bearing a medallion of nickel
<worn with pride> a badge, a pin, 4 ribbons

===(02/05/14): ===
Her struggle to control a new and unbearable Thirst is written all over the
unusually lovely features of this soldier. Her lush crimson lips are parted
by the protrusion of sharp fangs, her silvery eyes darkened to an icy steel
gray. Her long, crimson-streaked black hair is bound back to keep it out of
her face and from becoming stained when she relents and slakes her Hunger.
Drawing on her military training and deeply ingrained self-discipline, she
focuses on the impossible task ahead: to turn this unwelcome Rebirth into
a useful tool or weapon, instead of the curse that has ended her bloodline
and stripped her of all that she held dear. Her hands shift restlessly at
her sides, callouses visible on her palms from her weapon haft. Impeccable
armor, carefully maintained, wards her tall frame, but here and there, the
removal of insignia has left small scars upon its surface, another sign of
what has been Lost.
 

== WHO Lists: ==
01/07/14 - Hum [ Cl: 8 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/13/14 - Hum [ Ra: 9 Cl: 9 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/17/14 - Hum [ Tg: 9 Cl: 9 Ra: 9 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela
01/20/14 - Hum [ Cl:12 Tg:12 Ra:12 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
01/25/14 - Hum [ Cl:17 Ra:15 Tg:15 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
01/27/14 - Hum [ Ra:17 Cl:18 Tg:15 ] Aphelion Morwen Seremela, Squired to Venom
02/03/14 - Hum [ Cl:22 Tg:18 Ra:18 ] Aphelion has Lost her family name.
03/02/14 - Hum [ Tg:25 Ra:25 Cl:25 ] Aphelion has lost more than her family name
04/29/14 - Hum [ Ra:28 Cl:29 Tg:28 ] Aphelion: so much Lost, so much Gained
06/18/14 - Hum [ Ra:29 Cl:30 Tg:29 ] Aphelion: so much Lost..
06/20/14 - Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion: so much Lost..
09/01/16 - Hum [ Ra:30 Tg:30 Cl:30 ] Aphelion hides nary a sin. Kindred. Lost.
 

== Character History: ==
===Part I===
It is not the endless repetition of my tutors that was the musical score of my childhood – it was the cadence of marching feet and the calling of drills that echoed through the courtyard of the manor. Father took his duties as a captain of the Kayrron Guard seriously and the men at arms of our household were put through their paces no less rigorously than those of the city. As soon as I could hold a stick, I would mimic them from the balcony of my chamber, which had a bird’s eye view of their movements – far more interesting than practicing embroidery or canning preserves. Father indulged me, so long as my instructors gave me good marks, once bragging to a friend that I was a more apt student than most of his two-year cadets. 

After his service to the guard was up, Father could have become a condottieri, but instead, decided to continue his service to Kayrron, as an ambassador. Cookery and the laying in of herbs were replaced with geography and language. We left behind the safety of our manor and moved in different circles: glittering courts with bright flowers and stalking creatures, intrigues and shadow dealings. I learned to wear the plumage and blend in with the other doves, despite a hawk’s heart, all while using my eyes to see and my ears to hear that which would assist my father in his negotiations. Hated lessons in dance mingled with memorizing the lineage of the Great Houses and the proper placement of forks -- and daggers. Whispers followed, of course – the false pity for a girl with a mother lost in childbirth, dragged about by a father more accustomed to the field of honor than the field of politics. I learned to ignore it; those lessons would prove handy. 

Years passed; my world was my father and my governess, Shuvalriel, and our travels. I saw the gleaming spires of Cillidellia, travelled the ancient roads of the North, picked mushrooms in caves beneath dwarven cities, listened silently and veiled in vast deserts, knelt in prayer beneath a night sky, and learned of the One I would accept as my deity. Shuvalriel was pleased when I pledged to Onieros, dark Father of Dreams to the Drow elves. Her schooling in her native tongue had been peppered with ritual songs and tales of adventure. 

I noticed first; the paleness to his features. The way that Father’s breath would sometimes catch unexpectedly during moments of exertion. His pace had slowed; it was to be expected, given the weight that soldiering buries deep in the bones. In his advanced years, old wounds pained him more, but this was something else, something more pernicious. None of the remedies in any of the lands we had travelled gave him comfort. I hired sages and priests to no avail; none could cure him, only ease the pain somewhat. 

We returned to the manor in Kayrron for the first time in a decade and I sought out the oldest shelves of the library, seeking some mention of anything that could stave off this malady. There, I found a whisper of it: the blood of the Kindred was rumored to be a cure for any ailment. While Kindred were not uncommon in Kayrron, a recent edict by the Prince had sent them all into hiding, upon threat of meeting the sun – it appears his Highness had not appreciated the attentions of his favorite paramour being distracted by their presence. I would have to seek them elsewhere. 

This is my quest; to find the cure. 
 
----
 
===Part II===
'''Excerpt from the Court Record, Kayrron Archivist''' 
Appended to Familia Seremela Annotation, Winter Moon, 23rd Year of the Reign of Arcon the Just 
Word has been received from the Frontier Lands that the last living scion of House Seremela has passed. As Ambassador Seremela left no other heir, his estates and holdings will be held in trust by the Crown until an acknowledged member of the lineage may be found. 
 
'''Personal Notes, Kayrron Archivist''' 
'While it cannot enter the Records of the Court, the attached is documented for historical purposes. - A.' 
 
''"Honored Lady Albertha -'' 
''I must first start this missive with my thanks for all that you have done for my House, my revered Father, and myself. Your tireless research was invaluable, even though my own search was fruitless. The cure was found, but its cost was that which I hoped most to guard. It is, in truth, the sanguis mortis that might have saved my Father; a cure which he has long refused, when first we entertained that possibility. It is a bittersweet agony that within my breast, I now hold both cure and damnation. In its pursuit, a moment's civility became my undoing. I am mortal no more; a Kindred's thirst wracks me and the Queen of Night and Shadow commands my loyalty as my Maker, not the Head of my House or my Crown. I fear that this news will be the death of my Father. Better that he should think me lost on my journey, than this. I praythee, seal this record until after his death. By the laws of my beloved Kayrron, I cannot inherit. I have found some hint of remnants of an ancient line of House Seremela here in the Outlands, but both are broken women who have renounced all of who they are, or are in a state of unknowing. Let it pass to the matrilineal line, if an Heir can be found.'' 
''With all my respect, '' 
''I remain eternally,'' 
''Aphelion Morwen Elizabeth Seremela"'' 
 
----
 
===Part III ===
 
It appears that I am unique amongst the Queen's Chylder - the sole product of Her frenzy. All others were created with deliberation, or in moments of tenderness or passion. I think it likely the cause of Her distance: I am a badge of shame. My presence is a reminder of the depths to which She fell, violating my consent to the deepest extent possible. 
 
As clear as the sun, I recall Her standing some distance away, arms folded, watching me writhe and scream out my life upon the cold stone floor. 
"This is the part I hate," she murmured to her lover as I succumbed. No words of comfort, of guidance, but simply annoyance. 
Since that moment, I have not had a moment's kindness from Her; only duty. I am a true-born Seremela, a veteran of the Six League War, and my father's daughter - I will not grovel for Her attention. Never has our Bond been one of openness and communion; it is no welcoming archway, but a barred gate, through which I can see what might have been. Few of the Lost acknowledge my existence, although the Eldest knows that I am his to command. Little Eluch, hag-ridden and cursed, is only a shadow of the playful boy that teased and trusted in those early days. Mayhem, thankfully, is gone; at least I need not hear his tormenting mockery. The rest I give what is required by duty and courtesy and no more. I avoid Her temple, and instead prowl the Night in solitude, just as I mastered my Thirst in solitude, sweating blood, my jaw clenched against the inferno of need within. 
I have no use for most others, though from time to time, there are those who pique my interest. Bright motes of color amidst the shadow, drawing the eye and the attention for a moment, then fading away with their brief, butterfly lives. I prefer the stillness and the cold over the fire and fervor of humanity, with its tempting blood. I am not one of those who can live amongst them, savoring the torment of their nearness. I am proud to say that I have taken only those who face me in combat, who have a fighting chance. Never an innocent and never in the fervor of passion, but with the same regard and respect I gave those who stood against me upon the field of battle. 
I have found a place where I can rest unmolested, letting the siren call of Night flow over me without disturbing my torpor. The gravekeeper is paid well to keep away the curious, and if I become a bedtime story mothers tell their children to keep them fearful of and safe from that which the Moon reveals, well, so much the better. May Onieros grant them sweeter dreams than mine. 

== Trivia: ==
* Aphelion is the fifth vampire created by [[DarkClaw]]
 
== Player Provided Information: ==
 
== Personal Timeline: ==
01/08/14: [[Aphelion meets Venom]] 
01/20/14: Aphelion swears personal fealty to [[Venom]] for a year and a day: [[Aphelion is Squired]] 
01/21/14: Aphelion is attacked by [[Ort]] and harassed by [[Sagan]] when she responds with silence. Sagan says (in common), 'Aphelion's not talking much, her mouth is probably full. :('. As an unaligned, the Rule of Three is not honored, having not been requested in advance. 
01/25/14: Aphelion is slain by [[Ort]]. Determined to put this shame behind her, she gains nine ascensions in the next 36 hours. 
01/28/14: Aphelion is slain by [[Zephyr]]. 
01/30/14: Upon hearing of Aphelion's failures in combat, [[Venom Gives a Scolding]]. 
02/03/14: Against her will, Aphelion is Turned by [[DarkClaw]] when she makes the mistake of offering the out-of-control vampire a blood oath, after her term of service is abruptly ended by [[Venom|Mayhem]]: '''[[Aphelion's End]]''' 
02/08/14: Aphelion wins the Olympic Rings Scavenger Hunt, with some assistance from [[Belsambar]] with the Black Ring. 
02/09/14: Aphelion enters the Olympic Haiku, but does not place: Battle lines are drawn / Pawns facing across a board / Who will win today? 
02/25/14: [[Tynian]] announces the final standings, and Aphelion takes fourth place in the overall. Her efforts help push Team Lost to the Bronze Medal, with 57% of their total score coming from Aphelion's contributions. 
06/20/14: At the request of [[Nicholai|The Eldest]], Aphelion seeks and obtains her final Ascension, witnessed by [[DarkClaw]] and [[Orpik]]. 
07/15/15: Aphelion is attacked thrice by [[Ghazkull]] in an attempt to complete one of the requirements of Wyld for his Triat Mastery Quest. He is unsuccessful. 
07/17/15: The Triat Initiate provides an explanation for his attacks, and acquiesces to Aphelion's required act of contrition.

== Player Information: ==