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Post by Frost on Feb 20, 2010 19:23:09 GMT 10
((YESSSSSS!!!))
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Post by Silverlining on Feb 20, 2010 19:24:32 GMT 10
((Yes :'D))
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Post by Frost on Feb 20, 2010 19:33:09 GMT 10
((by the way everyone, I recorded the names of every single character mentioned in SFTS+TPOP, there are around 26-28 characters, that also includes the confirmed characters in SOTA, and about 9 are alive by the end of SOTA...Which means there is going to be a heap of massacres by the end of SOTA...haha...this'll be fun.))
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Post by Farrelei on Feb 20, 2010 21:02:38 GMT 10
((Welcome Mistress of Doom and her character Skythe [on front page]  Also yes, fun indeed... >;D)) And so more months passed. There was a day of celebration 3-4 days ago, in which all Hangyakunin and Gardaine was audience to the maiden voyage of Ashrose Castle. It was rather spectacular, and Eleanore was actually excited to be going in it soon. And so the night came, the night before she was due to leave, another state dinner, another party, and then another night of expectation. Those of importance attending her on her pilgrimage were her Vizier Bowen, half of her maidservants (Fern not included, as she was to stay behind and serve Siberius whilst she was gone), High Officer Shae, High Officer Grethl and High Officer Ilidine. She trudged silently through the party hall, and then other corridors after the party was over, and kept looking back at faces, at the architecure, and at everything quiet. For the next 2 months, things would be busy, things would be noisy, even moreso than usual. So she tried to take in the Palace. It was the first time she would be leaving Gardaine, since she had been forced to move there, for anything other than war. Fatigue began to nibble at her mind, and she began to feel a little tired before she made her way to the top of the Palace, to look over Centra-no, Gardaine- for what would be the very last night she would be spending there in peace. And the last time she'd see her city like this again. |
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Post by guiltyvampire on Feb 20, 2010 21:28:06 GMT 10
The sun light was harsh on Skythe's pale eyelids as it crept through the sheer curtains and lit the grimy inn's room.
"God!" Skythe snapped rubbing her eyes "Why is the sun so bright in Eau Marché?"
She sat bolt upright in bed as much more important questions entered her mind.
"Where am I?" she whispered softly
She scanned the unfamiliar ugly room but saw nothing of help, the half naked man beside her in bed stirred slightly but otherwise remained utterly useless.
Skythe frowned and ran a hand through her white silky hair. Her memories seemed hazy, hangovers were never this bad, other assassin's in her clan were against drinking and other activities Skythe found enjoyment in but she didn't care. They had never gotten in the way of her duties as an assassin.
hm, Skythe's frown deepened, her 'activities' had never gotten in the way before... but at the moment Skyhte's mind was a complete mess she couldn't even remember what she was doing in Eau Marché! Let alone who she was meant to assassinate!
Skythe sighed loudly, yet not loud enough to disturb the man, she would just have to try and remember. She couldn't think of much else to do.
With these thoughts in mind, Skythe slung her legs over the bed and begun the slow process of sobering up.
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Post by Frost on Feb 21, 2010 14:10:00 GMT 10
((Hey Mistress maybe your character could be a Provocateur and be with the bunch of people I'm mentioning in a minute, because they're assassins too))
Herald had rented a few rooms in a small inn just off the main road. He would sit at the window sill every night until the sun rose and then Jezebel would take over, it was a very ordered process.
The other Provocateurs either watched from other windows from other rooms or wandered around the small town gathering information and trying not to be conspicuous.
Siberius walked up beside Eleanore, and in awe watched the beautiful horizon, "Times sure have changed, haven't they?" Siberius told her.
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Post by Farrelei on Feb 21, 2010 14:28:52 GMT 10
((Damn, Siberius didn't even join Elle on the roof on the last night they'd see each other? Laaaame xD
And the Palace should be large enough for the guests, it's huge :/ Unless you have other reasonings?
EDIT: K.))
Eleanore turned and smiled at Siberius.
"Mmm, and so quickly. I still think you made the wrong decision with me, Siberius, no matter what you say in your defence."
Turning around, she sighed, "I love this place at night. Gardaine... You like the name, right?"
And they talked all through the night
So once more, crowds of people were amassing outside the Palace Square. Eleanore wasn't giving a speech today, she'd given one the day before.
The time had flown past, and Eleanore made sure to thank everyone who helped her. She was in a hurry, both for time reasons and also because she desperately wanted to get inside Ashrose Castle for the first time.
"AAAAAAWRIGHT MAIDSERVAAANTS!"
The maidservants all saluted at once, "Yes, Mistress Fern!"
Fern winked, "Time to get started!"
"Understood!!"
Safroth eyed the bouqet in his hands. It was rather small considering it was on behalf of Gardaine to wish her farewell. But at the same time, it felt rather small even to be given by a best friend. Part of him still loathed Bowen going with her. Part of him thought that, just maybe, if Bowen hadn't come along, he'd be in his place.
He sighed and exited the room, heading to the Palace Gardens.
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Post by guiltyvampire on Feb 21, 2010 14:46:14 GMT 10
((uh, sure she can be one of them dudes Frost))
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Post by Frost on Feb 21, 2010 16:17:45 GMT 10
((LOLFARRELEI yes, I have other reasonings.
And awesome Mistress, Provocateurs are assassins that were hired to work for Vivian Waurd, he's the leader of the antagonists, she can be with Jezebel and Herald if you want, in a different room.))img100.imageshack.us
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Post by guiltyvampire on Feb 22, 2010 6:15:41 GMT 10
Skythe stood nervously outside the door to Herald's room. She had tried all day to figure out what she was doing at the inn and now night had fallen. And after her efforts she was only sure of two things: it wasn't Euro Marche and something she had drunk last night had definately been spiked.
The second part worried her more then the first; spiking someones drink could be done for a number of reasons all of them sinister. Plus it was easy to do to someone already on a third round. She didn't want to be such an easy target.
Timidly, Skythe raised her hand to knock then chose against it. He was probably to busy keeping watch, or sleeping seeing as it was late. She should just ask one of the other Provocateurs who were also staying at the inn.
But she didn't trust them as much as Herald.
Skythe had always had issues with trust after her parents had sold her when she was seven.
"if he's busy he'll just ignore me and won't know it was me knocking." Skythe reasoned
Deciding that she had nothing to lose Skythe raised her pale fist and knocked on the hard wooden door. Then she quickly placed her ear against it, determined to hear any sounds of recognition or activity that might come from the room.
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Post by Frost on Feb 22, 2010 16:40:59 GMT 10
Jezebel's eyes widened and she turned her head swiftly to the door, rarely would anyone interrupt the routine she and Herald had gotten into.
Hesitantly, she got down from the window sill and walked slowly to the door, while she did, she saw the resting Herald in one of the two small beds, a book lay in his hands and a glass of wine was sitting on the small cupboard beside him, only half drunken from, he was fast asleep.
Jezebel silently rushed over, picked up the glass without a second thought, and gulped it down quickly ,she had gotten quite used to the foods and drinks the humans indulged themselves with, and wine was her personal favourite.
Jezebel rushed over to the door and grasped the faded, golden knob, turned it, and opened the door slightly.
"Yes?" She asked, looking towards Skythe.
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Post by guiltyvampire on Feb 23, 2010 17:26:51 GMT 10
Skythe gave a start as the door opened to reveal a beautiful young woman. She quickly lowered her head in a sign of respect, her white fringe hung over her face to conceal her shock at finding a woman in Herald's room.
As Skythe straightened back up she tried to glance behind the mysterious woman to get a view of the room inconspicuously, all she could make out in the dark room was the window and the shadows of furniture.
"sorry for disturbing you miss." Skythe said formally. "is Herald Greene busy?"
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Post by Smallfry on Feb 23, 2010 19:29:56 GMT 10
Adira walked out of the orphanage picked up the basket full of missing posters and headed for the city sticking the posters on any poll, wall or window that didnt have Mini's missing poster on it. She looked down at the ground. She sighed and picked up one of her old posters. She stared at the poster then put it gently in the basket. Adira kept walking and putting posters up around the city.
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Post by Frost on Feb 23, 2010 19:31:01 GMT 10
"He's asleep," Jezebel bluntly replied.
...An awkward silence arose between the two. Jezebel didn't exactly know what to do in these situations, but, she knew that the feeling of awkwardness was something had had to be removed immediately.
"Could I be of assistance?" Jezebel replied finally.
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Post by Frost on Feb 23, 2010 19:35:17 GMT 10
((Wow Smallfry you've gotten really good at writing!  )) |
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