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Post by Kalos Savra on Sept 12, 2022 17:48:52 GMT -5
It was a dark night, grey clouds moving across a bright moon as the fall wind bit and nipped at a lone wood elf moving through the region. A tall, grey, scarred man with silver hair to match the moon had been making his way from the marshes of the east towards Moon Glade. It had been a long trip, coupled by the fear and anger he carried with him. His time in the marsh flats was not a good one, despite finding exactly what he had gone there to find. He had uncovered a set of hidden ruins that attached themselves to his past, and held a secret to his future. He had found something buried beneath the earth, an object that was better off left to history, but one he could not afford to leave behind. Deep beneath the earth, in the ruins of a dark place, rested a vile tome, a book built out of human bones and laced with human flesh. He knew the second he laid eyes upon it that this was the key to everything, the object he had been hunting for years. Recovering it was hard enough, but with the help of an unlikely friend, Kalos managed to escape the dark ruins with the book in his possesion. The problem now was what to do with it. He could not read the contents of the book and understood non of the symbols or pages within. In fact, he felt awful just holding it, looking at the words written in blood on the pages of human canvas. He had racked his brain over and over with what to do, how to go about unlocking its secrets further. Thats when an idea dawned on him. The elven man was a loner, someone who did not keep very much company about him, and knew very few people able to assist in this endeavor, but one person did come to mind, a woman he had met long ago while hunting for another ancient artifact. After asking around for a few days he had come to learn that she had made quite the name for herself, the locals referring to her as The Witch of Moonglade. If anyone was going to be able to help, maybe it could be her. However it was going to be an awkward reunion, for the last time they met, things had been awkward. Hopefully she remembered him and the fact that they had been some kind of allies for a moment. Beside, what was the worst that could happen. A little more digging managed to uncover the woman's location, a quaint house out in the woods, fitting for a witch. So with the book tightly secured in his bag, Kalos found himself standing on the doorstep of the woman's home, taking a deep breath before knocking on the wooden door.
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Post by Lady Kamille Verlithax on Sept 14, 2022 10:47:02 GMT -5
A warm night with cold winds, the right combination for storms. The stone steps up her house seemed endless, and he could feel how every stone laid and plank hammered there was infused with magic. No one would dare claim this didn’t belong to a witch, and so far, her name attached to it was enough to keep it relatively safe. A small stone balcony led to her front door, a few potted plants here and there, including what looked like a small tree in a big pot - naked, without any leaves.
Light and warmth came from within, and while Kamille didn’t get scared as much when someone knocked at her door at this late hour - it happened before - it always surprised her. A weary traveler seeking shelter, a desperate merchant with his wife during her labor pains, and a few more. Always people in need of something, with a good story to tell.
She put down her book and listened, sighing deeply. The raven Mischief was already sleeping in his perch, surrounded by his shinnies, but rose up, curious to see who was at their door.
Kalos could hear some faint noises behind the door, before Kamille opened it. And then, after half a second of staring straight into his eyes, she slammed the door shut in his face. The shock of seeing Kalos again was so great she answered it with being stupid. What was she thinking! If Kalos wanted to pick a fight with her, he wouldn’t come knocking at her door! For a few, silent seconds she tried to put her thoughts into place. Well... What’s the worst that could happen?
Slowly, for a second time, she opened the door, offering him a small sheepish smile.
"I'm sorry.... I'm sorry... You just surprised me....... It's Kalos, isn’t it?"
Of course she remembered him. Not everyone could forget one who points an arrow at your face, even if briefly.
He hadn’t change much, she could see it. Kamille herself hadn’t changed a bit, even if seeing her like that was... different. She was much more comfortable at home, her heavy day clothes left to the side, her feathery cloak hanging next to the door. Barefoot, all she was wearing was a purple silk robe that felt luxurious and elegant, accentuating the color of her eyes.
"What brings you here?"
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Post by Kalos Savra on Sept 14, 2022 21:31:52 GMT -5
As the pale elf stood there on the door step of what was in fact a stranger, it began to dawn on him just how awkward this was, or was going to be. Here he was, a rough ranger covered in dried mud, leaves and sticks, known for hunting wizards and spell casters, knocking on the door of a local witch, one beloved and respected by those who called Moonglade home. He took a deep breath, glancing up at the moonlight which was currently cascading down upon him, the large silvery entity peeking out behind a few drifting clouds. Seconds felt like hours, contemplating this entire venture, second guessing himself and trying to muster the courage to see this through. His heart beat began to rise, rhythmically pumping as the sounds of foot steps approaching from the inside could be heard.
The next few seconds went by so quickly, there eye to eye with the elegant and beautiful Kamille, his voice stuck in his throat as words raced through his mind, trying to find the right thing to say to someone who's last time meeting was at the end of an arrow point. The raven haired woman however would not give him a chance to make the first move, and instead of speaking or greeting him, she slammed the door. Kalos stood there with a blank expression on his face, totally unaware of what to do. Needless to say his nerves had been shattered, the fear and anxiety of this meeting fell away as a light chuckle escaped the man. It appeared as if he was not the only one shocked at his presence here.
The door opened a second time, the woman appearing much more calm and collected this time, the shock of seeing the elf on her evening door step fading away. He had forgotten what the woman looked like, only really meeting her for a brief moment back in the woods several months past. Captivated by her gaze it took him a moment to muster himself, still reeling from the situation himself.
"Umm, yes, it is Kalos. I apologize for such an abrupt appearance, I know how late it is and I am sorry for any disturbance I have caused. To be completely honest with you, I'm not really sure what im doing here, this must seem so out of place. "
He paused, shifting from side to side like an awkward school boy. His eyes darted from side to side, his fingers playing with random straps and buckles on his gear, trying to calm his mind and push himself through the initial greetings.
"I have been on a long journey and discovered something I do not fully understand. After much research and asking locals, your name was a common recommendation. It seems the people of Moonglade keep you in high regards. I was wondering if perhaps you could help me understand something."
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Post by Lady Kamille Verlithax on Sept 16, 2022 4:54:19 GMT -5
The witch was used to waking up in the middle of the night by strangers and travelers needing help - and still, Kalos' visit caught her by surprise. She didn't know anything about Kalos, except the fact he flipped on her when she started casting some spells. Some assumptions could be made, but regardless of that, now he came at her doorstep to... ask for help? The elf could see her interest was imediately picked, as her eyes wandered around his figure for a few seconds, as if to find whatever it was that he was talking about.
Finally, after a few moments of silence, she answered softly.
"Come, let us talk inside."
She opened the door a bit more and stepped away, as to allow him to enter. Whatever it was he expected of the Witch of the Moonglade, a touch of luxury probably wasn't it. It soon became clear that the outside view of the house was fairly deceiving: her house wasn't an old hut anymore, but with magic and a bit of help, she managed to twist reality a bit in that small corner of the world she could call home. It was larger than it looked like on the outside, always irradiating that comfortable warmth; not enough to be oppressing, but just enough dismiss the use of coats and cloaks.
The interior felt like a small castle, with black and white marble floor tiles resembling a chess board. Nearly all nooks and crannies had books and old scrolls, throwing a bit of a chaotic feeling to an otherwhise very elegant and luxurious living room. The stone walls had intricate details, most of the windows were large and arched, equaly detailed and certainly not what he noticed on the outside. Clearly, the outside picture of the house was a ruse.
A fireplace roared at one corner of the livin room, a classy couch and a fur rug before it. Next to it, the raven Mischief began to stirr in his perch, cawing softly at Kalos. He could see his perch seemed littered with small treasures: rings, coins, anything shinny.
Overall, besides the rich environment fitting for a noble lady, it was a very welcoming place.
"Here, let me help you. You can leave your cloak and your belongings here," despite her soft voice, it was a firm statement and felt like an order, rather than an advice.
Kindness was always a good disguise for her intentions - and it was natural to her too, despite of her using it for other reasons from time to time. As the door closed behind him, she stepped in closer to this stranger, one that has threatened her before, and now came humbly asking for help. Under the pretense of relieving him of his cloak and weapons, she closed in the distance to inspect him discretely. While brushing her fingers along his armor - clearly just to help him with his cloak, of course - she looked for hidden weapons and hints of trickery. Her hands were good in that, and she knew her touch to be distracting.
Shameless? Yes, absolutely.
On that regard, he had nothing to worry about her: even if she wanted, there was no way of hiding anything under that silk robe. But yet again, it was her den he had entered now, so hidden weapons might be the least of his troubles... She looked imensely more delicate in her night gown, instead of her daily leather attire and feathery cloak. More approachable, even.
Then, she went to relieve him of his bag, and stoppped, recoiling for a moment. She clearly felt something... different, coming from that bag, even if she couldn't understand it yet. Her tone changed to a sharper one.
"What is that?!"
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Post by Kalos Savra on Sept 19, 2022 1:32:52 GMT -5
He understood just how awkward and random his arrival here was, and knew that it would take some time and plenty of explaining before either of the two strangers were fully at ease with each other. Despite this however the woman did seem intrigued, or at least a tad interested in what he had to say. Opening the door further she welcomed him into the home, steeping back and allowing him to enter. It was a spacious and elegant home, a home he felt completely out of place in, for he was use to the dark woodlands, sleeping in dirt and leaves.
As he took everything in, admiring the grandeur of the woman's home, she closed in and offered to take his cloak, as well as the majority of his gear. She was being welcoming, but he could feel the tension emanating from her. He had threatened her the last time they met, and now here he was standing inside her home, her domain. So he obliged, laying his bow against the wall, and unbuckling his leather belt which bore his dagger, knives and sword. As he did this the woman gently ran her fingers across his leather armor, unclipping the cloak he wore and hanging it on a coat rack by the door.
He knew what this dance was, he had played it many times before, two individuals playing nice while sizing each other up. She had multiple advantages over him however, for this was her home, and her beauty was much more likely to distract him than his to her. She was utilizing the tools she had, making sure he was not going to be a threat. After his gear had been removed and his cloak hung, the pale elf turned to face the woman, staring directly into her captivating eyes.
"Again, I apologize for the sudden interruption. I had hoped that we could speak after our last meeting, I was not the most friendly of allies and regret not making amends for my behavior. However an apology is not the only reason I have made the long trek and seek your audience at such a late hour. I have recently come into possession of an artifact that I do not understand, one that connects to my past. In truth, I went through a lot to recover it and now find myself at yet another dead end. I was hoping that you could potentially shed some light on what it may be."
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Post by Lady Kamille Verlithax on Sept 20, 2022 15:38:43 GMT -5
There were a few moments in life where a gut feeling tries to warn one of something, an uncomfortable itch. That feeling in the back of your mind, trying to pull your attention to something without pointing or spelling it out. It was the feeling Kalos probably felt, except it wasn't just an "uncomfortable itch", but rather an aggressive, giant rash that felt unbearable.
The trigger being - very clearly - the word "artifact". Kamille stared him straight in the eyes as he spoke, but when he mentioned the artifact a slight raise of the eyebrow and a sideways glance was enough to make his gut stirr.
He picked her interest, for sure.
Before going straight into the subject, however, she invited him further into her house.
"You must have traveled far... Let us talk over a cup of tea, at least..."
Sometimes, even the smallest of acts were not random, but deliberate. She guided him into the house, pulling him by the hand - a lose, gentle interwine of the fingers he could completely just slide off from. She wanted him to get used to her touch, because she would need it.
The room she guided him into was clearly the kitchen, a tad bit more chaotic than the other room. The center of the kitchen was taken by a pit, where it sat a large cauldron that stirred by itself, the spoon dancing from one side to the other on its own. To one side of the kitchen, a long counter ran with basic, kitchen supplies: pots, pans, cleavers, knifes, some herbs and garlic hanging from the ceiling, cabinets and stove. The other side of the kitchen had more interesting stuff: glassware, potions, reagents and a giant cabinet, filled with multicolored potions. As an alchemist, that was certainly the heart of her house. She guided him to seat on the table by the side of the window, taking a few books and scrolls out of the way. With that out of the way, she went to fetch a few cups and a hot kettle. A pleasing, herbal scent filled the air as she poured two cups of tea.
"Tell me everything. What is it that you found? And where?"
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Post by Kalos Savra on Oct 3, 2022 15:18:43 GMT -5
It was obvious, no matter how calm and collected she was being, he could tell instantly that Kamille was intrigued by the news he had brought, after all, he decided to come here for just this very reason. Not many in Charon would even understand the weight of what he was about to show her, but somehow he knew this woman was the right choice. The elf was guided through the house, his rough scarred hand gently resting in her smooth fingers, her movements gentle and swift. He had hunted and fought some of Charon's most savage creatures, escaping fang, claw and tail, but never had he faced such an adversary as this.
After being led through the expansive house, taking in all the sights and smells, the woman finally brought him to the heart of her kitchen, letting him take a seat at her table while she set about making a pot of tea. There was an odd sensation in the air, tension building up from his need to share what he found, and her desire to see it.
"What I found is not on its own all that complicated, its the contents that baffle me. "
As he spoke, he rummaged through his bag, struggling for a moment before finally pulling the large book from its container. Setting the tome on the table, the feeling in the room instantly began to shift. The book itself was wrapped in a large blanket, its true nature dwelling beneath the cover.
"Buried deep beneath the earth, I found this, a book. Its contents escape me though, half of the pages are missing, ripped from its spine, and the other half make no sense. Scribbles of madness, languages i cant read, images that turn my stomach. It stinks of evil and exudes something sinister. "
There was no turning back, this was the crossing point. She would either detest the presence of this object and send him on his way, or her own curiosity would take over, drawing her into this dark plot with him.
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Post by Lady Kamille Verlithax on Oct 4, 2022 15:22:26 GMT -5
It felt like deliberately stepping into the web of a spider. Two cups of tea poured, she forgot about them, facing the wrapping Kalos presented to her. He could see the anticipation in her face, the glinter in her eyes. If the previous room has shown him anything, was that she also liked to collect things, like her raven: except she didn't collect shinning, new things, but rather dusty old books and scrolls, sources of knowledge and power. And magic. The warmth became heavier, more oppresive. Carefully, she dragged the bundle a little closer to her, and started to unveil it slowly, apparently enjoying the process. And when she finished and the strange leathery front of the book faced her, Kalos knew it was a point of no return. Her eyes shone - not with maliciousness, not with disgust - but with something far more dangerous. Curiosity. The undoing of every mage worth their salt, particularly that one in front of him. For a good minute or two, she stood there, just taking in the sight of the hideous book, without any dissapproving looks or sounds. She was just clearly, naively mesmerized by it, by its secrets and hidden knowledge. A slender finger ran accross the spine of the book, taking in all the details she could. " Kalos...", she finally said, after a moment of silence, " ...Why? What does this have to do with you? Do you really wanna know what's inside?" Only then she raised her eyes at him. The kind of lust for knowledge she experienced was far different from those greedy mages that searched for power, and yet one thing led to the other: knowledge is power.
She needed to assess his motivations as soon as possible.
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Post by Kalos Savra on Oct 9, 2022 15:23:12 GMT -5
The pale elf watched as Kamille moved towards the book, completely forgetting the cups of tea she had just made. He knew this object would capture her attention, and had already played out hundreds of scenarios in his mind of what might take place after revealing it. Her hands gently moved towards the book, sliding it closer and slowly beginning to unwrap the cloth used to conceal it. He made no motion to stop her, just watching the woman's face as the book slowly came into view.
The room seemed to get darker, the candles growing dimmer as an eerie sensation filled the room, the book now fully exposed there on her table. His entire body was tensed, not really sure how she would react or what she would do. He had encountered several mages in his past, some good, some bad, but they all shared one thing in common. No matter how strong the will was, most people buckled when faced with true power, no matter how dark it was.
This book was truly evil. Sitting there on the witches dinner table was a thick, dusty book bound in human flesh and constructed out of human bones. Silence filled the room for what seemed like a lifetime, an unheard voice calling out to the woman, drawing her deeper into the book. He was starting to regret coming here, for there was no way to know what could happen next. Would this woman agree to help him, or would see crave the contents for herself, removing the one thing standing between her and the tome...Himself.
He was incredibly relieved when the woman spoke, despite being able to hear the shakiness in her voice.
"I have devoted my life to this. My story is a long one, and wrought with evil."
He paused, now staring directly into the woman's eyes. He had never really shared his story, not completely, and he never imagined a witch to be the first one to hear it. But he needed help, and right now Kamille was his only option. Taking a deep breath Kalos continued, his own voice shaking now. His tale brought up many dark memories, thoughts he tried so vary hard to repress.
"When I was a child a group of wizards kidnapped me and several of my kin from our homes. We were taken north and tortured, experimented on for most of my child hood. They cursed me, scarred my body and subjugated me to all kinds of dark magic. I lived most of my young life expecting to die...no...I was dead. I had given up. Eventually the group was discovered and vanquished by a group of paladins from the city. We were freed and allowed to start our new lives."
He paused, moving closer to Kamille now. Placing his hand on the book he lifted its cover, revealing the first page of the book. Cryptic images and words in an unknown language displayed themselves before the woman, written in deep red, dried blood.
"How can one live a normal life after something like that? Was i just meant to become a farmer, a merchant, meet a beautiful wife and settle down with children? No, these men had taken any hopes of a normal life from me. Instead i was cursed with a purpose, a reason to live. I needed to discover why they had done this to me, why my life was taken away for their own gain. I found this book buried deep beneath the earth, hidden in one of their abandoned hide outs. I have no idea what they were doing or why, but this book has the secrets."
He flipped the page, showing Kamille the second page in the book, one that bore a single large image, a symbol that looked like demon horns topped with an upside down crescent moon. He slowly moved his other hand towards his collar, pulling the leather down to reveal a symbol carved into the center of his chest. There the woman could see a large scar, the same image from the book etched into his flesh. Further more the woman would have been able to see a dozen more scars, burns and wounds that littered his neck and chest, all left over from the men's experiments. He quickly released the collar, covering his chest up again.
"I need to know the purpose of this book, i need to discover why these men were doing what they did, and what the end goal was. However the book appears to be missing several pages. And what remains i can not decipher. It is evil magic, that is for sure. I need help Kamille, i fear that while those who scarred me are gone, their influence remains. "
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Post by Lady Kamille Verlithax on Oct 12, 2022 9:05:30 GMT -5
Kamille had her eyes glued to the book as she took in every detail of it, Kalos promptly opening it and showing what kind of evils lurked between those pages. Midway his speech, however, she raised her eyes to him. It was evident his story didn’t fall on deaf ears - she was listening with her heart as well, and it went to show as how her eyes widened at his scars. There was a motion in the sense of touching his scar, but she stopped and recoiled, feeling he wouldn’t be comfortable with it.
Once again, she lowered her eyes to the book. For a long time after he finished speaking, she kept on looking at the pages with a frown, her eyes runing through the lines and drawings with a deep curiosity upon the eyes. Kalos knew she needed this minute to process it all - decisions about such dire subject couldn’t be taken so lightly. With a deep sigh, she took her eyes out of the book and to the elf in front of her. If Ginma was ever to pass on his judgemental eyes to a mortal, that was the one.
She started softly, with a careful tone, and yet firm.
"You will forgive me, but you, of all people, will understand if I want to be extra careful about this. But I need to make sure you're not lying to me. I hope you do not take offense."
It was clear, and Kalos could see it in her eyes, that if it depended solely on the charity of her heart, Kamille would be a good ally. But she didn’t navigate her life without an ounce of suspicion. And she didn’t go so far in life without the tools to get some sort of.... assurances.
She extender both of her hands in his direction.
"I want to know if you’re telling me the true. I want your hand."
While it was a common thing for her to "read people’s palms" while sneakily casting Reveal Truth, what was not common was for her to be straightforward about it. She would usually slide in a gentle, unsuspecting touch for it to happen, but she felt like Kalos deserved her honesty.
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Post by Kalos Savra on Oct 12, 2022 16:42:29 GMT -5
He wished he was lying, that everything he had just said was a fabrication, a tale used to win over hearts and allies in his journey. Fate was not that kind however, and despite how hard it was to believe something so dark and vile, the truth was even worse. He watched as the woman ran through several different scenarios in her own mind. It was clear she was still processing all of this, after all it was a lot to just dump on a stranger in the middle of the night.
As she offered her hand, he could not help but to flinch for a second, his eyes moving from hers and down to her outstretched hand. His experiences with magic, specifically this kind, had not been so kind up to this point, hopefully Kamille could understand just how uneasy this all was to him. It took Kalos a moment, mustering all of his strength as he slowly stretched his own arm out, allowing the bare flesh of their hands to gently touch.
He was tensed, stressed and incredibly anxious. Whatever was about to happen was going to be intense for him, and most likely her as well. No one had ever been invited into his mind before, it was like taking a breath of fresh air for the first time in one's life.
"I must warn you Kamille, the picture I painted was incredibly tame compared to what lives up here. The only people to ever enter my mind forced themselves and left all kinds of scars, physical and mental. I have no doubt you are an experienced woman, but what you are about to experience is more than any living person should have ever been subjected to. "
He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and closed his hand around hers, gripping her ever so softly, preparing for what was about to happen.
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Post by Lady Kamille Verlithax on Oct 14, 2022 8:29:25 GMT -5
Kalos was tense, and Kamille felt it. He was clearly scarred, not just his body, but his mind and spirit as well. And still, he offered his hand for her - she found him brave for taking the first step into trusting her.
Or maybe he was desperate.
While he was bracing himself for the shock, the intruding force of another mind into his, she was rather.... gentle. Her presence was as warm as her hand, gently squeezing his. Kamille closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as the information flashed before her.
If her mind wasn’t so well grounded, if Ginma hadn’t blessed her with stone resolution and unbending, unbreakable will, she might have gone mad. The atrocities and cruelty that befell that elf were insane, and she could understand now most of his reactions. The anxiety, the recoil, the arrow pointed at her face. It all made sense now.
With her eyes closed, she never noticed the frown that formed upon her face, nor that she had been clutching his hand harder than she intended. When she opened her eyes, as if struck by lightning, she let go of his hand, realising just now how hard of a grip she'd been keeping.
"I'm sorry..... I'm sorry.... for everything that happened to you.... and for doubting you....."
For a minute or so, she remained with her eyes lowered, as if thinking, as if going through with everything she saw. This was a complicated situation for her - it was not in her to refuse help for someone who truly needed, but their interests conflicted directly. She would need to find a middle ground. Only then she noticed her eyes seemed to be tearing up, watery with unshed tears for a stranger that pulled an arrow to her face. Rubbing her eyes with a heavy sigh, she finally found the will to stare back at him.
"I can understand your hatred, Kalos. I truly can. But I'll need to lay a few things for you: magic is a tool, no different than a sword or a bow. Magic by itself is not inherently good or evil - it's the wielder that will define that, whether its used for good or evil intent. But of course, a sword is designed to kill. It's the nature of a sword. Some kinds of magic are, by nature, highly capable of corrupting the wielder. Like a sword with no hilt, some kinds of magics have no safe way to hold it."
With another heavy sight, she leaned forward, interlacing her fingers.
"Which brings me to my request to you........ I need the Sol Stone."
Kamille wasn’t certain that was the time for it, but Kalos opened up more than she suspected he had wanted to. She felt like she needed to give him something back, and giving their conflicting desires, the timing felt right.
"I need it, not for me, not for power, but for my father. My father is a mage as well, but some sort of maddness took his mind a few decades ago, and I suspect it has a magic component to it. I would hope the Sol Stone could help me with that. And if it doesn’t........... I can compromise in helping you destroy it."
Kamille was taking a risk. Kalos could see the resolve in her eyes, the unbreakable will of a centered, balanced mage. No matter how much she complained about him, Father Ginma had blessed her with much more than fire and earth, but also with that strong will to see things through to the end.
"After all.... if anything goes wrong.... I can’t see anyone more fit to contain me, other than you..."
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Post by Kalos Savra on Oct 26, 2022 23:21:47 GMT -5
The room was abuzz with so much emotion, so much tension. This was the first time he had shared this much of his past with anyone, and by her reaction, it was too much for her to bear as well. The tears were proof, she believed his story now, and maybe even sympathized with the wood elf. They both stood there in silence for a few moments, his hand resting in hers as Kalos just stared at her, absorbing her reaction, her emotions. Through all the sadness and sorrow, he could not help but feel something else, emotions he had never felt for as long as he could remember. As the witch snapped back, he quickly pushed the thoughts from his own mind.
Then what she said next caused his heart to drop. The damn Sol Stone again, the thing everyone was hunting for, the thing that had first caused their initial meeting. He kept his own opinions at bay while listening to what she had to say, trying to understand her point of view. It was true that magic had become a more common tool since his release, and plenty of good intentioned people were starting to use magic for everyday life. He could concede this idea, understanding that his own view point was wrapped by others.
But to help her find the Stone? This was something he would have to come to terms with. Was this a ploy on her part, playing at his emotions to get what she wanted? Maybe the rumors were true and he had made a mistake in coming here. However something was different, he had been lied to plenty of times, and this time Kamille seemed genuine. Maybe it was what she had witnessed in his mind, her own guards being lowered. Whatever it was, he trusted her, against all of his instincts he genuinely trusted her.
"I'll be honest with you Kamille, I don't fully feel comfortable about this. That stone is no good, I can feel it. But if what you say is the truth, and you seek it to help your father, how can I refuse that? How can I let another soul succumb to the effects of magic. I'm not sure what I could do, but I guess I could lend a hand "
His mind was racing, what web had he gotten himself caught in. Regardless, he was here, there was no turning back now, both of their curosities had been peaked. Plus, she was right, there was no one better suited than him to put an end to all of this if things went south. Maybe it was better for him to see this through, to be there in case something had to be done.
"Kamille, this is all new to me. Thank you."
He finally realized that they were still holding onto each other, their hands enter twined with each others. His pale, scarred cheeks suddenly turned a pinkish red as he pulled away, finally returning to his seat and eyeing the cup of tea Kamille had poured at the start of the night. So here they were, agreeing to help each other, both quest dangerous in theory, and an Elf sworn to rid the world of magic agreeing to partner up with the Witch of Moonglade.
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Post by Lady Kamille Verlithax on Nov 3, 2022 10:21:22 GMT -5
Kamille's eyes were still watery when she raised them to Kalos, lending an extra sparkle to them. She didn’t seem to register any embarrassement herself, so when he pulled his hand back, she merely stood up, given that topic as, more or less, done with. Kamille went to the big cauldron on the middle of the kitchen, taking two bowls and bringing one serving to Kalos, putting both of them on the table. Next, she brought some bread, only then sitting in front of him once again.
"I may know someone who could help us with this and, more importantly, that would agree to help. I'll weigh my options for the moment, but you can keep the book to yourself. It's no use of me trying to understand it now."
The front door opened, the steps of at least two people coming in. Kamille yelled from the kitchen.
"I got a visit!"
The half elf didn’t seem worried about the newcommers, but warned of the visitor just in case they would pull some weird conversation in front of them. Kamille wrapped the cursed book once again, slidding it back to Kalos.
"For now, you can stay, rest and eat. Sadly, I don’t have private quarters for my guests, so you'll have to share a room with my other... roomates. Allan is probably passed out there already."
She started to eat, dipping the pieces of bread into the broth. It was warm, and with just the right amount of herbs and spices.
"Considering I'll really decide on catching up to this person I'm referring to.... When do you want to leave for his house?"
As she lowered her eyes to her bowl, for a moment she allowed her thoughts to travel back to the Villa of Lost Souls and its Master. She heard his baritone voice in her head. A part of her was already set on going back to the Villa, regardless if she thought Bellighul would be the able to help them or not. This was the perfect opportunity to meet him again - not that she needed to fabricate any excuse. Kamille's face was getting warm due to her train of thoughts, so she snapped out of it, least her visitor notice something off about her.
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