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Pleasantries and Warnings – Log by Aphelion
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.'.
His Elven Girl and a Lesson for Aphelion: Log by DarkClaw
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'.
Just Trying to Help – Log by Aphelion
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.'.
Tactics - Log by Aphelion
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'.
Dinner - Log by Aphelion
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. '.
Training - Log by Aphelion
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."