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| The Cold of the plains | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Sat Jan 12, 2013 5:48 pm (391 Views) | |
| Umbra Khontis | Sat Jan 12, 2013 5:48 pm Post #1 |
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The lands of Debon were as spacious and quiet as most would believe them to be. The cold wind rustled the brown-green blades of grass and scattered a few of the remaining fallen leaves. The snowfall from the past night did not stick to the ground and as such there was little in the ways of white spots on the ground, instead the ground was covered in small water drops. The sky was a light grey shade as the clouds moved with the wind bringing a possible promise of a few sun rays coming out from the clouds here and there. The cold wind brushed up against the lone traveler walking through the trails. Their long ebony hair bristled in the wind as the cold nipped at nose and ears. They watched the sky for a moment as the wind died down once again. "Old man winter is being finicky this year." she commented to no one but the wind. "he can't figure out how long he wants to stay. Spring is a month away and here he is unknown if he will stay cold or not." She continued on through the plains, the topsoil clinging to her boots from the moistened dirt and dust. She pulled her half cloak closer to her and closed the front opening with her hand giving her arms a little more protection against the wind and chill. She paused as she looked around, something soft and swift breaking the silence of the wind and cold. |
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| Valentor Denesto | Mon Jan 14, 2013 3:09 pm Post #2 |
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Valentor's pinions powered down propelling him quickly across the Debon Plains. It was a brisk cold, the kind that can come during the shifting of seasons when winter's icy fingers struggle to retain their grasp and spring has yet to herald her arrival. The perfect weather for a hunt. Dipping one wing low as he hit an warm updraft, Valentor shifted his weight and spun to his left executing a perfect aileron roll. The winged hunter had spotted a deer far below, it would make a fine target. Valentor glided high above his target, pulling into line and judging his target carefully. Looking for the perfect opportunity to strike. As he stalked his prey he used the updrafts and air currants to keep him aloft and propel him onward so as not not disturb the creature with the flapping of his wings. There is was. The doe bent down to graze just when Valentor passed overhead. Quickly his pinions released the air under them, wrapping around his body. He looked akin to a streaking comet to any onlookers for the split second it took him to plummet to earth. Inches above the doe, the Avariel's wings unfurled, catching the wind and quickly arresting his fall, but not before the momentum forced his near invisible spear head through the base of the creatures neck, ceasing life in an instant. Landing knees bent, feet just in front of the kill's nose, Valentor smiled. Sometimes the theatrical could be enjoyable, even without onlookers. Grasping his spear with two hands, Valentor braced the doe's neck with his foot and yanked it out, quickly pulling out a cloth and flask of water, cleaning off his blade. Once he was satisfied that the masterful weapon was clean and unharmed, Valentor retrieved the cording he had brought and began to bind the hooves of the doe. With a slight grunt and a flex of his muscles, Valentor managed to heft the doe onto his shoulders. She was lighter than he initially expected, the lingering cold and frost must be hurting the deer's food sources this year. Stepping forward he began the trek back to the old farm house he was using as a hunting base. It had been left abandoned when the old couple died years prior, but was in surprisingly in good condition. He began to pick up his pace, breaking into a slight jog, using his wings to propel him forward and bear some of the extra weight. As he jogged he began to feel uneasy so he picked up his pace a bit, but no matter how far he traveled he couldn't help shake the feeling that someone or something was watching him. |
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| Umbra Khontis | Sun Jan 20, 2013 12:04 am Post #3 |
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The wind blew towards her as she turned to find the strange sound. It came, she discovered, from an angel who was hovering some short distance away, probably about thirty or so meters. She found his quarry to be a deer underneath him. She hefted a sigh and gave a smile to herself. "It seems that my luck with the divine has not changed. she chuckled in her mind. No matter where I go I always encounter some sort of angel. She did not move or speak, so not to alert the deer to the danger above it and watched as the angel felled the deer with ease. She blinked as he landed in front of the dead animal's nose. She gave a chuckle, the angel was quite theatrical, almost a mirror of Aero. She had recalled the angel known as Aero and his capabilities. They were quite theatrical indeed, almost on the borderline of arrogant showing off. The angel hefted his quarry onto his shoulders and began to move on. She watched as she debated if she should speak or not, she was not familiar with angels here and well... she did not often have the best of luck with them. It was to be expected. Given her heritage. |
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| Valentor Denesto | Sun Jan 20, 2013 5:03 pm Post #4 |
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The feeling refused to subside and caused Valentor to become increasingly concerned. Ahead was a large tree which he used as cover to slip behind. Placing his kill on the ground, the Avariel readied his spear and stepped out from behind the tree, surveying the area around him for any signs of followers. He caught sight of a figure ahead and picked up his pace. Breaking into a jog towards it. Growing closer to the figure, Valentor could begin to make out some features. It was a small woman with black hair. It wasn't until they were about fifty yards away that he could tell what it really was in front of him. It was a demon. Well not exactly, her features were to soft and feminine, less demonic than a true demon. There could be no doubt to the Avariel that she was tainted with demon blood though. Unsure how to continue as demons could be unpredictable, Valentor leaped into the air, flying above her to gain the height advantage. He stopped to hover in place a few paces away and readied his spear. "Who are you demon? And why have you come to my Plains? Speak quickly before I remove you," the Avariel commanded. He had not been very public about his emergence into the world, following his own goals quietly instead. But he had come to love in the Debon Plains and for the time it was his home. A home he would defend if forced to. |
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| Umbra Khontis | Thu Jan 24, 2013 4:06 am Post #5 |
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Umbra continued on as the angel spirited away with his kill. He seemed to not notice her which was, in her viewpoint, perfectly fine. She didn't hate angels in the slightest, it was more rather they had a thing against her... What with her father being from well... Hell and all. It would be good if he didn't notice her. Good for both of them so they didn't have some sort of problem. Of course, such things are often too good to be true. She saw a shadow over her and looked up to find said angel now above her with a height advantage and a bit away from her, his spear held out and ready for use. "Who are you demon? And why have you come to my Plains? Speak quickly before I remove you" he barked with authority. False authority if you ask me, she thought to herself. Who died and made him king of Debon Plains? She stared at him with undaunted eyes without fear of him or his power. She was rather silently amazed at her mistake. He was not, as she thought, an angel, but a winged elf... rare. The first she had ever met was standing before her. However she had faced down stronger elves and even angel themselves and survived, she would not be frightened by him. She readied her feet to move at the slightest gesture but did not draw her own spear from its place on her thigh. "You know, for an elf you are rather rude. Speaking to a lady before you introduce yourself, I mean." she said tilting her head forwards slightly placing a hand on her hip to emphasize the rebuke. "A gentlemen should always introduce himself first before the lady does. In any case because you said please and asked so nicely, I am Umbra Khontis, a Keeper of the Sacred Deed." She returned to a calm but ready stance before him as she continued. "As for removing me? Doubtful. Your authority is that of no one. This area is free for all to travel. There is no titled land within miles which is why this road is here." She said tapping her foot twice on the path. "Secondly, I go where I am needed. As a sword of the Keepers I am sworn to protect those in need thus I travel thus I am traveling through." She looked up at him unwavering, "So, Master elf. It would be rude to converse any longer without introductions. Might I please know your name?" she asked politely. |
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| Valentor Denesto | Thu Jan 24, 2013 12:53 pm Post #6 |
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Valentor was quite taken aback by the demoness's stern and quick rebuke. And calling herself a lady! The Avariel almost scoffed at the remark yet managed to keep his expression under check. He raised an eyebrow as she called him rude and nearly interrupted when she called his authority baseless. She mentioned something about being a Sword of the Keepers, an interesting term and one that Valentor had not heard before. He would be sure to find out more about them. And she continued! This woman could speak! Yet wasn't it always like that with females, an unending stream of blather that seamlessly flowed from their mouths without cause of justification. Woman should learn to speak only when necessary and only what was necessary. When she finally finished, Valentor lowered his spear a bit, but not his guard. He could never fully tell their motives when it came to the dark creatures. Composing himself the Avariel responded. "Umbra, of the Keepers. It is a name I am unfamiliar with. What is your purpose here demon?" Thinking back to her earlier comment he added, "And my authority is that to defend what is mine, my home, from those unwelcome on it. Whether there be a road passing through my land or not." |
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| Umbra Khontis | Thu Jan 24, 2013 6:43 pm Post #7 |
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The elf seemed to be confused at her mention of the Keepers. She gave herself a mental face palm and nearly did a physical one. Of COURSE he wouldn't know who the keepers were. She wasn't from here so the Keepers wouldn't have come here either. He also seemed upset at his being called rude. But that was how she had been raised and taught. A gentleman speaks his name before the lady does. But it was rather obvious that this man had no interest it giving his name as he continued on. "Umbra, of the Keepers. It is a name I am unfamiliar with. What is your purpose here demon?" he asked with bite. She forced down the urdge to slap him. It wouldn't do well anyway, he was too high. But seriously. Is that ALL people see when they look at me? my heitage? But I guess that is what happens when you are of demon heritage, I forget that I am no longer in Arda and people here do not know of me. "I am here because I am passing through. I am going to Kellan to see if there are those who need protection from those who do them harm. I have come from Balefire after doing such." He looked at her for a moment and then added "And my authority is that to defend what is mine, my home, from those unwelcome on it. Whether there be a road passing through my land or not." Umbra's face stood carefully blank as she watched him, she stood unmoving as she watched him, her eyes piercing as she calmly dropped her shook her head and smiled, but it was a smile that was not of joy but of pity mixed with anger. "Unwelcome..." she looked back up at him. "Tell me something Master Averiel. You have just met me. You only know my name and that I am travelling to Kellen, you know nothing more of me. Yet..." she said looking at him, her grey eyes unreadable. "Why is it that you state that I am 'unwelcome'? Is it because... perhaps... that I am of demon heratage? You base your judgement on what my blood speaks not by what I speak, through both words and actions." she crossed her arms. "Yet, I could just now do the same for you... the only difference is that I can base it on your actionsn and words against me. Not your blood. And in the end it will show that my actions show that I care for others no matter what and protect the weak even though my blood says I should devour their flesh. And your actions show that you are rude and judgemental even though your elven blood is regal. So tell me, Master Averiel... What right do you have to judge me 'unwelcome' who has done nothing to you but watch you hunt and is traveling through a road near your home?" she said. Then, to punctuate her point she turned to the side and began to walk past him as if he was nothing more than a common person on the street. She paused momentarily two steps away and gave a soft chuckle"Now look at who is being rude." she chided herself turning around to look up at him then gave a bow., "It is because of people like you that I fight to show the world that I am my own person. It is people like you that give me motivation to continue. So thank you Master Averiel for being rude and judgmental. You have given me more reason to reach kellen and to protect the people there." she stood up and gave him a genuine smile, "I thank you greatly. Edited by Umbra Khontis, Thu Jan 24, 2013 6:56 pm.
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| Valentor Denesto | Fri Jan 25, 2013 4:18 pm Post #8 |
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Valentor Denesto had been on wing for 312 years. He had been raised and treated as nearly akin to royalty. He had become the youngest ever Commander of the Storm Guard, the most elite of the Avariel military. Yes even he felt like an uneducated child in this strange land of common Imythess. He did not know their customs, their rules and ways of life. All he knew was they were not Avariel. "Tell me something Master Avariel. You have just met me. You only know my name and that I am travelling to Kellen, you know nothing more of me. Yet...Why is it that you state that I am 'unwelcome'? Is it because... perhaps... that I am of demon heritage? You base your judgement on what my blood speaks not by what I speak, through both words and actions." She chastised Valentor, making him feel smaller and smaller with each attack. Without even giving him a moment to respond she continued with her verbal assault, going on about how his actions were shameful even though they should have been regal. And than to really hammer the stake into his heart she thanked him! Of all things, a thank you! The great Avariel was ashamed of himself and rightfully so. It was just so different here for him. Rushing a few steps down the road he caught up with the Keeper and stopped in front of her, halting her exodus. "Lady Umbra please wait. Your words are more than true. My actions have been shameful and as such I, Valentor son of Lagoen, 77th Commander of the Storm Guard, Keeper of the Spear and Shaper of Storms humbly beg your forgiveness and ask that you allow me to make amends." As he spoke he knelt down on one knee, laying his spear on the ground before him and bringing his right hand into a fist above his heart. Tilting his head down in submission, his massive pinions followed suit, slaying out along the ground to his sides. It was the most sincere way to apologize in Avariel culture, showing the most honesty and vulnerability behind the speakers words. Valentor knew no other way to act in such a situation. Typically if the apology was accepted the one forgiven would hold a great meal in his or her home for the one granting forgiveness. It was a private affair, only including those involved in the incident, but it was necessary and steeped in tradition. Valentor knew he did not have much to offer, but he would make do if the offer was accepted. |
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| Valentor Denesto | Fri Jan 25, 2013 4:18 pm Post #9 |
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Valentor Denesto had been on wing for 312 years. He had been raised and treated as nearly akin to royalty. He had become the youngest ever Commander of the Storm Guard, the most elite of the Avariel military. Yes even he felt like an uneducated child in this strange land of common Imythess. He did not know their customs, their rules and ways of life. All he knew was they were not Avariel. "Tell me something Master Avariel. You have just met me. You only know my name and that I am travelling to Kellen, you know nothing more of me. Yet...Why is it that you state that I am 'unwelcome'? Is it because... perhaps... that I am of demon heritage? You base your judgement on what my blood speaks not by what I speak, through both words and actions." She chastised Valentor, making him feel smaller and smaller with each attack. Without even giving him a moment to respond she continued with her verbal assault, going on about how his actions were shameful even though they should have been regal. And than to really hammer the stake into his heart she thanked him! Of all things, a thank you! The great Avariel was ashamed of himself and rightfully so. It was just so different here for him. Rushing a few steps down the road he caught up with the Keeper and stopped in front of her, halting her exodus. "Lady Umbra please wait. Your words are more than true. My actions have been shameful and as such I, Valentor son of Lagoen, 77th Commander of the Storm Guard, Keeper of the Spear and Shaper of Storms humbly beg your forgiveness and ask that you allow me to make amends." As he spoke he knelt down on one knee, laying his spear on the ground before him and bringing his right hand into a fist above his heart. Tilting his head down in submission, his massive pinions followed suit, slaying out along the ground to his sides. It was the most sincere way to apologize in Avariel culture, showing the most honesty and vulnerability behind the speakers words. Valentor knew no other way to act in such a situation. Typically if the apology was accepted the one forgiven would hold a great meal in his or her home for the one granting forgiveness. It was a private affair, only including those involved in the incident, but it was necessary and steeped in tradition. Valentor knew he did not have much to offer, but he would make do if the offer was accepted. |
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| Umbra Khontis | Wed Jan 30, 2013 9:49 pm Post #10 |
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Umbra continued on, she did not feel angry at the Averiel, in fact she felt the opposite. Pity. Many people had judged her by her heritage and she pitied them all. They were misguided and blinded by their beliefs in that all demons were evil and so were their spawn. She wondered how the world would get by with such hatred. She heard the sound of feet on ground and turned as she heard footsteps come by her, Hmm? she wondered as she saw the Averiel run around ehr and stop in front of her. Honestly... Is he really going to... Oh?" She thought as she saw him stand in front of her then knelt. "Lady Umbra please wait. Your words are more than true. My actions have been shameful and as such I, Valentor son of Lagoen, 77th Commander of the Storm Guard, Keeper of the Spear and Shaper of Storms humbly beg your forgiveness and ask that you allow me to make amends." Umbra watched as he put a hand over his heart and bowed his head low. She gave a warm chuckle. So now he tells me his name. She thought as she knelt in front of him and held out her hand to him. "My name is Umbra Khontis of the Moon clan, Sword and protector of the Keepers of the Sacred Deed. It is an honor to meet you Valentor son of Lagoen." |
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| Valentor Denesto | Fri Feb 1, 2013 5:17 pm Post #11 |
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She chuckled warmly. It was an odd sound to hear from the lips of a demon, but Valentor pushed the thought aside; choosing instead to focus on the person that stood before him. She extended her hand and introduced herself. "My name is Umbra Khontis of the Moon clan, Sword and Protector of the Keepers of the Sacred Deed. It is an honor to meet you Valentor son of Lagoen." Impressed, Valentor took her hand and kissing it, rose to his feet. It's nice to meet someone who still respects the tenants of introduction, nobility and courtesy. And truly the honor is all mine milady," the words flowed off his melodic tongue before he released her hand. Tucking his wings back, Valentor motioned towards a small cottage barely visible in the distance. It was nothing to be proud of, a run down shell of a former home. Certainly nothing like the palaces and luxuries of his home in the Avariel city, but it was where Valentor hung his boots for the time being. "Would you care to accompany me for a meal? I do not have much to offer, but I would gladly share what I do with you. Afterwards I can show you a way to bypass the majority of the plains, shortening your journey and making up for lost time." He sincerely hoped she would accept and allow him to make reparations in accordance with proper custom. |
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| Umbra Khontis | Mon Feb 11, 2013 5:00 am Post #12 |
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She blinked as he kissed her hand, a gesture that she did not think would have happened normally. It was not that she was against the gesture in the slightest, it was the fact that, being a half demon, she was not used to the gesture. She withdrew her hand as he released it while he stood up. "It's nice to meet someone who still respects the tenants of introduction, nobility and courtesy. And truly the honor is all mine milady," he said as he turned and gestured to the horizon. She saw a building, possibly a farmhouse or a cottage peeking up from the horizon. She turned to look back to him as he spoke. "Would you care to accompany me for a meal? I do not have much to offer, but I would gladly share what I do with you. Afterwards I can show you a way to bypass the majority of the plains, shortening your journey and making up for lost time." he offered. She smiled and nodded "I would be honored Master Valentor." |
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| Valentor Denesto | Mon Feb 11, 2013 9:34 am Post #13 |
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Valentor smiled warmly when she accepted his offer. Turning, he motioned for her to accompany him. The walk to the cottage wasn't terribly far, but long enough that silence would make things awkward. Besides, being new to this land of Common Imythess he longed to know more. "Please Lady Umbra, if you would not mind I would be curious to hear more about these Keepers and yourself. I am new to this land you see, and as such I have not had the time to learn most of the culture." He paused along the walk only to retrieve the deer he felled prior to their encounter, hoisting it back onto his shoulders before continuing on. As they neared the cottage it was obvious that it had not been inhabited for some time. Valentor had done what he could so far to fix it's disarray. Obvious repairs to the roof and patching on two of the walls. The windows on one side were covered in wood, the glass panes having long been shattered and the fence had yet to be fixed. The porch and railing that surrounded the house, however was obviously new and beautifully repaired, carvings in the wooden pillars and stairs giving testament to Valentor's Avariel heritage. Opening the door, Valentor stepped to the side, allowing his company to pass inside. |
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