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Post by Valora Desmond on Dec 26, 2007 21:58:05 GMT -5
Amid the dwarves Azalea stuck out like a sore thumb. She was short to begin with, but among them she was like a giant. Her long golden locks fell around her face in elegant waves and her bright, innocent face scanned the selection of weapons that the dwarf blacksmith had laid out in front of him. "Yeh like?" He asked in a gruff tone, stroking his graying beard. The half-faerie nodded, examining each sword with an intense gaze and admiring their beautiful craftsmanship.
"They're all perfect." She said in a light, naive tone that was completely sincere. Her appearance and voice were those of someone who was pure and sweet, but Azalea had been through much in her seventeen years. A faint glow almost seemed to emanate from her as she picked up a slim sword with a gold handle inscribed with a rose. The petals were each a ruby and you could almost see the early morning dew sparkling on them. "Wow." She breathed, admiring the sword's beauty and how light it was for such a sturdy weapon. The dwarf seemed please and then spoke. "Yeh can have it, I'd be glad to have someone who appreciates it beauty wield it."
Azalea's blue eyes shimmered with excitement and she pulled out a small brown bag, the jingle of coins could be heard. "Nay, you can have it for free." She let out a small gasp, her eyes widening. "I couldn't..." She protested, but the dwarf handed her the sword's hilt and then pushed her away before she could utter another word.
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Post by Deft on Dec 26, 2007 22:36:51 GMT -5
"And so I diced his bloody head off, and he falls to the floor, his blood pouring out," she mimed the falling of the blood, her fingers unfurling from her neck, mimicking the path of blood, "And then, he says-" she broke up into high, hysterical laughter, "he says- 'Well, lads, that is what I call a good day of work!'" The dwarves broke into booming, thundering laughter, pounding the air around them with their grate blasts of glee. The haze of dwarves moved with her as she walked toward the smithy, blooming in their red and gold tunics like a multi-colored fog.
"We're glad to have you back, Deft," said one of them, wiping his nose, his laughter dying down.
"Yeah, well, glad to be back, Gronon." She whisked herself to the counter, the dwarves following, and pulled up next to a fair girl, and said,
"Well, hello, Ngalin."
"Deft! Back in your true home, eh?"
"I'm a dwarf at heart. How're my shield repairs?"
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Post by Valora Desmond on Dec 26, 2007 22:44:45 GMT -5
Azalea turned towards a woman who had the dwarves practically rolling around in hysterics. She stood watching quietly, the only girl there besides Deft. Her blue eyes watched Deft curiously, her observant eyes scanned her attire and the way she held herself. "Ranger." She said louder then she meant to and quickly turned away in hopes that the girl hadn't heard her. Azalea began to examine a row of shields laid out and wondered whether she should buy one. Her whole purpose here was to get weapons for she was heading to the king to offer her services and she needed to have weapons. She was a decent swordsman, though didn't actually own a sword until now. She tested the light weapon in her hands, still in awe of its beauty.
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Post by Deft on Dec 26, 2007 23:05:36 GMT -5
"Oi, Deft, you've been called," said one of her bearded counterparts, elbowing her thigh and nodding toward the ethereal girl, who was now examining shields.
"Oh, aye? Did you call me?" she turned toward the lady, stepping forward, her booted heals noisy on the floor, and smiled.
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Post by Aladrian Tlachtga on Dec 27, 2007 5:03:20 GMT -5
Ekimmu Jumped down from a near by hiding place, she’d erected a nice little disguise, for some reason she seemed to frighten people; she hadn’t the slightest clue why… But never mind that, her hair with still pitch black but the glamour… the magic that she had borrowed made here eyes appear more normal with blue centres. It also took away some of the deathly pale colour that was her skin.
Anyone who knew her would probably recognise her beneath the borrowed magic, but any one else might easily mistake her for a good fae. But naïve people, good people, do tend to like to just believe in people.
She saw the commotion with the dwarfs and the ranger… wait, not that d**nable ranger again, she hadn’t quite planned in running into her for a while yet. Ekimmu was just chasing up a lead that a Fae had wandered down here and was looking to serve the King; she had planned on getting their first and recruiting her, for the King of course…
The ranger threw a spanner in the works however, but she doubted she would start a fight in such a sociable place… there is no telling who might accidental get caught in the crossfire, especially when fighting the evil fae. Plus, if she was lucky, the glamour might even fool here, well at least for a few moments.
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Post by Valora Desmond on Dec 29, 2007 21:36:42 GMT -5
"Oh, well yes, I suppose I did." She said, her words tumbling together and her face flushing. "You're a ranger, aren't you? I've always thought it would be a fascinating job." Azalea said, smiling brightly. Her face was curious, and seemed rather childish, hiding how she really was inside. She quickly tucked her new sword into the hilt on her waist, gleaming brightly in contrast to her worn red dress and brown traveling cloak. She looked like a peasant really, but it didn't matter to her at all, she honestly didn't care very much about her appearance it was much to vain of a thing to do. Her bright eyes scanned the crowd and she seemed to wince. What was this strange feeling? Her eyes fell on a strange looking woman who had a dark black aura of magic surrounding her. Her faerie nature allowed her to sense magic of any kind and she was sure that this person, whether human or not, was not good. The magic seemed cold and made her feel sad and desolate. The cheery smile on her face fell slightly, immediately turning away from the dark magic.
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Post by Deft on Dec 30, 2007 2:27:23 GMT -5
"Yes, fascinating...." but her voice shifted out of sound, and she followed the girl's gaze....
Her.
"You." Her face ripped into a snarl, and she strode to the faerie, her light frame wavering just before Ekimmu's. "What are you doing here?"
Her fingers were already whipped around her weapon, prepared to unsheathe the steel should there be trouble. d**n that evil, little puck...
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Post by Aladrian Tlachtga on Dec 30, 2007 4:31:02 GMT -5
Ekimmu rolled her eyes and began wandering over to the pair; she snapped her fingers and her glamour slowly began to fade. Borrowed magic… It sucked, couldn’t even disguise her from a good faerie… she made a note to kill the man and his family that she had stolen it from when she got out of here.
“Careful now ranger… Do you really want to provoke me into an attack in such a place? Especially with a little mixed blood next to you”
Her eyes now returned to the full black she came to stop but a foot in front of the half faerie. Her skin was back to its usual pallor but lacked the unearthly glow in gained her when she was under the moon.
“You should be careful who you align yourself with my sweet,” She spoke looking directly at deft, but speaking to the faerie, “this one seems to wish to fight me when she knows that others…” On the last word she looked the good faerie right in the eye. “Could get … Hurt.”
During her little speech she had pulled a conceal knife from somewhere the blade seemed to glint slight and shimmer with blacks and purples, showing that is had been imbued with the power of her fire. But she wouldn’t start a fight, she wanted any deaths on the rangers mind.
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Post by Valora Desmond on Dec 30, 2007 13:01:02 GMT -5
Azalea's eyes seemed to darken in an instant, her gaze fierce. She clutched the handle of her sword as she narrowed her eyes at the dark faerie, the naive look completely gone. "Why should my blood matter to you, Dark Faerie." She said darkly, her appearance still bright and magical, but with a harsh edge. Ekimmu's strangely dark appearance didn't bother her, but the magic that she possessed did. This faerie wanted her, Azalea was sure of this, but she did not come all this way to be captured by some dark faerie, she was going to serve the king and no one would stop her.
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Post by Deft on Dec 30, 2007 13:11:24 GMT -5
"Oh, dear," Deft cried, searing with mock-concern, "Oh, look," she gestured to the ethereal girl next to her, saying, "She's got the scary fire blade! Whatever shall we do? Oh, wait! I know!" Her artificially frightened expression cleared, and she drew forth her blade, snarling, "That's right, I've got a blade too- and this one can't be burned like the last one, Ekimmu. You may hide behind your magic, but you will not best me in fighting."
She turned to the dwarves, who were looking ecstatically blood-lusting, and gestured for them to clear the building; she did not want anyone getting hurt... even if the dwarves did crave the fight. "You ought to go as well," she addressed the generally store.
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Post by Aladrian Tlachtga on Dec 30, 2007 13:40:46 GMT -5
“You blood matter little too me, I’m just referring to you as what you are” she cocked her head flicking her hair back a little, Dark Fearies were quite a stuck up race, they weren’t too fond of mixing the blood with any lesser creatures and such being were usually put to work or killed, depending on the attitude of the faerie parent.
“And wow, the ranger actually bought a new blade; well at least you learnt something from the last time we met.” She conjured a dark fire ball and hurled it towards one of the exits where the last dwarf was exiting, not even bothering to look around and see if it made the hit. “Ooops…” the blade lax relaxed in her hand and as always she look odd holding such a weapon, her thin and small frame never had seem right with a weapon. Most dark faeries however didn’t carry them, they had speed and small claws so it was never a really requirement, but she liked them.
“Forget my heritage for a moment half breed, and truly think who you align yourself with, just because the King is good, and fights for good, does not mean you will be little more than cannon fodder to him… just another little shield willing to throw their lives away in his service…”
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Post by Deft on Dec 31, 2007 23:15:45 GMT -5
"She's just being a decent human being, Ekimmu," she growled, lunging to the side and flicking away the flame from the wincing dwarf. "Not something you could relate to, but perhaps you can attempt to reach for some understanding: those of us with concinouses would rather die for good then live for evil. You, however, you- you moreless being, your blood is more tainted with your vileness then even the most quartered half-breed's." But she would not make the first move, even if she could barely keep her sword restrained.
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Post by Valora Desmond on Jan 1, 2008 13:50:48 GMT -5
Half-breeds were considered vile creatures by almost all races, henceforth she told no one of her blood. The faeries shunned her kind for being half human, which they considered a rather vile race and to humans she was the same, a horrible freak of nature. "I fight for what I believe in, I do not care if I die. The king has good intentions, unlike yours, I am sure. I may be a filthy half-breed, but I am not a coward." She said fiercely, drawing out her sword and pointing it at the faerie. Her eyes flickered with a strange fire and she took a deep breathe, trying to relax. Her sword stood unwavering and she had to hold back her magic, she did not want to fight.
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Post by Aladrian Tlachtga on Jan 1, 2008 14:36:53 GMT -5
Ekimmu rolled her eyes, a very odd gesture seeing that her eyes were pure black, "I swear, you people... Good people, have such a narrow minded view of the world! And your oh so happy to die for a cause." She wasn't particularly in a mood for a fight to day so she took a step back from the swords pointed at her, "Sometimes your good can be just as evil as the world I live in, I've seen far worse things befall people on your side..." She shrugged trying to keep a smile of her face, she didn't particularly care about the people on either side, well, why should she, If they were not useful she had no reason to care, But it was fun to see if people bought this, those on the side of good always seemed to want to help.
“And I’m not saying you’re a coward, I’m saying choose your allies carefully, I may not be Good at all, but You my friend” She grinned towards the half fey again “You have the chance to be so much more, that human part of you, brings you to a whole new level, Your free to choose your side, don’t be rash about it…”
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Post by Deft on Jan 4, 2008 0:57:34 GMT -5
"Stay back, poisoner," Deft's expression tore into a gnarled growl, freshly renewed with newfound fury, anger snapping tight in her words, "Don't listen to her- ah- I'm sorry," her black tone dropped instantaneously, and, turning toward the silky girl beside her, said, "I'm afraid I don't know your name. Deft's mine. Pleasure to meet you, especially now that I've seen your reaction to this little plod of vile puss," the insult hissed through clenched teeth, and, though speaking to the girl, turned to Ekimmu as she spoke. Regaining composer, she held out a lithe hand for the girl to shake, still keeping her sword spry.
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