Posted 26 August 2006 - 10:48 PM
Posted 27 August 2006 - 09:00 AM
He had no bat like wings, he was far too pale and he stumbled in the dark places few times although the white aura around him emanated soft glow. It was the third time he passed the same corridor. Perhaps the intruder didn't have a malicious intent after all, perhaps he was lost. At last she found the courage to find out. She came out of her hiding place few feet ahead of him, out of his weapon range. "Why have you come to this castle stranger?"
Posted 30 August 2006 - 06:44 AM
Her voice was high yet pure, untainted by the overtones of the peasants and castle workers he had grown up around; almost .. haunting. Unreadying his weapon, he approached her warily; she kept her eye on him, assessing. She was indeed a most curious creature, the first he had dared examine at any length.
Pale, luminous eyes; albeit no larger than usual, her pupils seemed extraordinarily dilatory, as her gaze enwrapt him. A tattered shawl; diaphanous wings fluttered as if involuntarily, perhaps urging retreat.
A curious-looking belt adorned her waist; the two garments seemed somehow out-of-place together, as though one were of a costume, the other .. something else. Her steady, assessing gaze demanded his attention.
Hearing her question, he beheld her. "What is .. this place ?" he asked. His eyes seemed to take it all in before returning to her, curious, unchallenging.
Posted 30 August 2006 - 03:52 PM
Innocence of the question startled her and yet when the eyes of a very unusual color met her glance they revealed sincerity. His hair was different as well without a trace of either white or silver or ashen highlights often present in her world. Realizing it was impolite to remain silent she hurried to answer.
Posted 31 August 2006 - 12:32 AM
"Unseelie ?" he said querulously. He spat. "That of your warriors, attacking an elfling." Queens ? He knew of no queens. kings, he knew of several, both of old, and there was that one decrepit fool in Lowangen, but best he keep his opinions to himself, perhaps. The walls had ears. In this place, he thought idly, he wouldn't be surprised if they did.
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Posted 08 September 2006 - 06:13 PM
"enemys of mine though they be I must not draw attention to myself." He snickers at the thought of him dipatching several guards in his current form, the snicker comes out more of a jovial quack considering.
"Far be it from me to ignore the behest of Undya, let alone my own King. I must find this poor adventurer who has wandered into the unseelie realm. I must speak with Shelle she will have the information I need to lead to his rescue."
Waddling down the vast corridors of the unseelie castle he ponders how he Coinspinner First Sword of Chance... how he one of the most decorated Sidhe Knights for his valiant efforts to rid the realms of the fey kind, happens to make a friend of Shelle, equally decorated for her sorcery high on the council of the fey..."Surely the powers have something in mind for throwing me into such a mess."
Turning the corner out of the guards walkway he bumps into two entitys....
Startled he shifts into his glorious sidhe form draws the blade Uncalling from its scabbard, preparing a spell it immediately responds encasing him in a shell of ice. Before he can act however he hears the lilting elvish voice and the equally startled but dry humor in the voice of a fey. "WAIT!" he crys. "Coins, I am so disapointed you seek to end our friendship in such a way" Shelle drawls. "Put your weapon away and come with me, I have much to inform you of.
Posted 12 September 2006 - 08:47 AM