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Mousetrap; [P] Miriel *cheesy saxophone soundtrack*
Topic Started: Sat Mar 16, 2013 3:10 pm (1,797 Views)
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"Wine, please, whatever is your best, within reason, I do not particularly care." Miriel asked, before sitting next to Eko. "Thank you, I will take advantage of the room later." She paused, thoughtful. "...How are you. All of this," she tapped on the table, "it cannot be easy, even with the support you seem to have."

Giving a sigh, Miriel turned to face forward as opposed to directly at the girl. "Though I am more than willing to help you, I do have to wonder. Just what do you want with your life. You never struck me as someone willing to remain with your family. And you did not. ...But what is it that you are after? What is your ambition that you are so willing to have so many killed for it?"

Edited by Miriel, Thu Apr 4, 2013 6:08 pm.
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Eko sipped her beer as Mohdu prepared for Miriel a glass of cheap-to-middling-quality wine, which was the best they had stocked. She made a mental note of Miriel's preferences and resolved to stock better quality wine as soon as she could afford it. The girl put down her glass. "Have you ever been caught in a mire before, Miriel? Mud and peat at least half-leg deep. You struggle and struggle and it doesn't help." Very serious about the metaphor she was weaving, Eko thrust one arm out in a sweeping gesture to indicate, it seemed, the whole room and possibly all of Balefire. "Too many people in this city are stuck. The exploited merchants, menial laborers, disease-ridden harlots, dirt-faced urchins, beggars and thieves and drifters and drug addicts and gamblers and-- and they're all caught in the mire. Not mud and peat, though: it's all filth and blood."

Her grip on the glass tightened. Eko's eyes burned into Miriel with such an intense earnestness showing just how fervently she wanted to explain. It was clear that she had thought long and hard about what she was saying, and that getting something like this off her chest was providing a manic sort of release that almost seemed like a force beyond her control -- a burden, nearly. "And there's nothing they can do about it. They keep wallowing in their situation, fighting each other for scraps, pushing people down... I can't stand it. It doesn't do anything. So much potential wasted." Eko exhaled sharply, glancing at her hands in order to properly consider her next words. Her voice was uncharacteristically expressive, gushing with emotion compared to her usual near-monotone.

"Miriel, I love this city. And it's because I love it so much that I want to change it. I want to claw my way out of this mire that's surrounding us and I want to drag other people out of it with me. People who deserve it. I want to reward the hard workers and innovators and punish the lazy and unworthy, damn their wealth or standing beforehand. I won't let anything stop me. If I have to build a sanctuary on top of a mountain of corpses and rubble, I'll do it."

Only when Eko stopped speaking did she realize that her breathing had sped up substantially. Her grip on her glass was white-knuckled and her other hand was clenched into a trembling fist. She had allowed too much of herself to spill out. It embarrassed her. She broke eye contact with Miriel and took a long drink, then put down the glass a little too forcefully. "You must think I'm insane now," she added, more softly this time.
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Take a sip of the wine, Miriel listened intently as Eko, well, pretty much ranted and admitted that she was willing to commit atrocities (such as earlier that very day) in order to make change. Giving a sad smile, the mercenary leaned back contentedly and swirled the liquid in her glass.

"A noble enough set of goals, with an unusual streak of cynicism and nerve to back it unlike most, who would never see any of it as anything but a dream. Though I do hope that you do not end up being completely buried under the weight of your sins. After all, not everyone is me.. And you have made it quite clear that you would go quite far in your plans, something which I cannot possibly lecture you for without utter hypocrisy. Especially after... Well. A tale for another time. Perhaps you can ask me tomorrow."

She took another sip, and set the container down deliberately, looking at Eko with the utmost seriousness and gravity before she continued on. "You worry that I think you insane. ...Are you insane, or a visionary? A lot of people can never quite tell the difference." Her expression grew somewhat bitter. "And rarely can you ever tell until it is far too late. ...As a. Friend. Of sorts. Eko. I have a bit of a lengthy request."

"Do not lose sight of who you are, and what you want to do. Take care to not end up oppressing those you wish to protect, become those you wish to oppose. Do not become so embittered under the weight of your actions as to lose sight of the city that you love, and its people. On the path that you wish to travel, all that and more are very real dangers, despite any warnings you may have."

"....And if that ever happens regardless, and you are so far gone as to be permanently lost and you betray your ideals so utterly after gaining the power you seek. Forgive me for killing you for it. I would be most disappointed if you went that way; you have such lofty goals, and I would truly like to see them completed."

"Insane? No." she paused to let the words sink in before continuing. "Boundless potential for greatness, with equal risk of utter destruction? Yes."

Miriel looked at Eko thoughtfully before standing up, drink finished. "Good night Eko. I will see you in the morning. Sleep well." She sounded choked, emotional, and hints of deep sorrow were evident in her expression as she turned away from the girl.

And with that. She left, not waiting for a response, or acknowledging any that were offered.

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Friends threaten friends that they'll kill their friend if they fall to the dark side beyond hope of redemption. ...really.


I do hope this doesn't completely murder their friendship.


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The effect on their friendship would be quite the opposite. : D


Eko kept staring at the ripples in her drink, shoulders squared and listening. Miriel discussing her concerns about Eko betraying her ideals once she came to power struck the girl to her core. Her eyes turned back to the avariel, registering the kind of shock that came from not considering something until now. There was no hint of aggression in her body language -- her working hands actually relaxed on the bar. Instead she showed quiet curiosity. Eko wanted to interrupt Miriel to tell her to kill her if she went that far off the deep end, but thought it best to close her mouth when she mentioned a request. Miriel in no small terms indicated that if Eko were to fall that far, she would kill her of her own volition. It wasn't Eko's order, it was Miriel's own will.

She wasn't sure how to reply to all of this, but a knot formed in her chest and she really did want to say something or, if she couldn't say anything, indicate that Miriel's request was better than Eko could have possibly hoped for. The avariel looked impassively at her, put down her drink and stood from the bar stool. Eko herself did the same a moment later. She was in Miriel's way, but opened her mouth to speak too late; the elf drifted past Eko without a word more. "Miriel--" It wasn't any use. Her cheeks turned bright red and she stood there awkwardly for the next several seconds, one hand on the edge of the bar, turned to face an empty seat. Mohdu leaned on the other side of the counter and grinned after the avariel, only speaking once she'd disappeared into the halls of the inn.

"I'm glad you're making new friends!" Mohdu exclaimed, chuckling. Eko sheepishly slid back onto her bar stool, tapping with her index finger to call for another round. She realized she was hunched over and was quick to corrected that. The brutish-looking bartender smiled down at her when he returned with another glass. Thankfully by then Eko had gotten a hold of her poker face and was wearing it like usual.



Ansha scratched at the door and looked sadly up at Eko, wanting to go outside. The girl finished slipping on her jacket and a crimson scarf. She pulled her hair up into a ponytail and tied it tight with a strip of cloth. With that done, Eko meandered over to the door of her room and pushed it open. Ansha went barreling outside, but was careful to avoid knocking into anyone in her way. Peering through the open door, she saw that Miriel's door across the hall was also open. It was quiet out on the tavern level: one of the only reliable ways of gauging when it was morning beyond simply one's own rhythm of sleeping. Eko took a black leaf from a small pile of Doctor Ochoa's remedies and chewed it, helping her slight hangover quite a bit. She took her whip from her desk and carefully coiled it before tying it on her hip.

Before Eko could greet Miriel, one of her younger enforcers emerged at the doorway and knocked two times on the open door for politeness. "Yes?" She sounded more annoyed than she intended. Eko really didn't want to come off to Miriel like she was in a bad mood.

"All of the cages have been secured from the Bane Fighting Pit. They're in the back while Enric brokers a deal with a farmer." His hands were covered in bandages.

"Oh, okay. Great. Make sure to give them food and water."

The boy nodded and ducked back into the hallway.

Eko left her room and locked the door behind her, avoiding accidentally touching Miriel in the cramped corridor. She was quick to begin leading the way. She had a lot to do today. "The Finch family lives in one of the nearby residential projects, but we can also visit their storefront if they're not there."
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"Reasonable, home or work, either way it becomes more difficult if they are reasonably paranoid regarding security. Perfect for the message we wish to send. Nowhere is safe" If Miriel seemed more composed than she had been the previous night, it was because she was. She had considered their conversation, as short as it had been, for quite some time before sleep took her.

"Ah yes, and, a question regarding collateral casualties much like yesterday. Keep them to a minimum? Or anyone remotely associated that we come across. I am open to either, but I thought I might ask, seeing as you seemed to consider the first target relatively unusual compared to most others. The latter would most likely spread more varied rumors simply due to a lack of proper witnesses."

After waiting for a response, she looked off to the side awkwardly as they walked, leaving it at that as she fiddled with the clasp on her cloak and tried to look at least somewhat aloof.

"...My apologies for. Ah. leaving you alone so suddenly last night. I felt I needed to get away, alone, for a time."
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"No. It's fine." Keeping her hands in her pockets, she shrugged it off. "I'm serious. I was going to suggest you kill me if I reached that point, but you ended up coming up with it yourself. It was better than I could have expected. All it did was confuse me when you left, but clearly that wasn't an issue either." Eko's facial features were as stony as ever, but her eyes lacked that distinct intensity and were more calm. She spoke frankly for a reason.

That business being addressed left Miriel's earlier question about collateral damage to factor in. They exited Mohdu's and emerged onto the dark and dirty streets of western Balefire. "Today, we're going to be more precise. If possible, I'd like to just kill Claudia and her husband while leaving their house and the Boar's Buckler both intact. Normally I would leave Benton alive because he isn't involved with the alliance, but we need to nip him in the bud before he wants revenge for his dead wife." She paused to consider what she had just said. "In fact, I'd rather we kill Benton first. People get too much strength from a need for vengeance. I would know." Eko let that casual off-color remark ride without further comment.

Ansha rejoined them outside, looking as happy as ever. The dog nuzzled into Miriel's neck and shoulder -- both the girl and the dog were approximately the same height -- but this just elicited some admonishment from Eko. The dire dog backed off, but it was unclear whether it was due to Eko's disciplining or following some strange new scent. Ansha was as wild as she was tame. They traveled the streets at a brisk pace. Eko didn't find it necessary to run the rooftops and waste their energy, as the house was fairly closeby: about a twenty minute walk on the ground. Around here, Balefire was waking up. Populations of all kinds of races blended into the crowd of pedestrians, carts and horse-riders. Peddlers set up their stalls on the sides of the road and beggars woke up from their dusty alley corners to start their daily routines.

A handful of people recognized and greeted Eko on the way. "Good night, Eko," a surprisingly spry-looking beggar said as they passed. The girl already had a copper coin in hand and was able to flick it into his mug without losing speed. A young auburn werewolf in a dark green waistcoat doffed his flat cap almost begrudgingly at Eko, and she responded with a greeting and a wave.

"Over here," Eko said, nodding to an obscure side-street. They squeezed in between buildings and a paved road that was just barely wide enough for all three of them -- two tiny girls and one Ansha -- to keep walking side-by-side. It was especially dark in this former alleyway, as there were fewer lanterns burning over the doorways. Laundry hung suspended from cords high above their heads. "361 Thin Street. Creative name. Third floor? Perhaps an opportunity for a dramatic roof battle." Eko smiled thinly at Miriel, gesturing to the door that would take them to the Finch apartment.
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Miriel thought for a moment. "Some merely grow sloppy for revenge, but yes, for an experienced warrior it would be foolish to risk. Perhaps we should let them think it is he that we are after at first, a very slight possibility of him surrendering on the condition we spare his wife. ...which of course, we would not do. Remind be please, do we have enough information regarding his history for an excuse for doing such? A particular group that he was unusually adverse towards? Fighting for himself rather than another may dull his blows."

She continued in a barely audible whisper, more to herself than Eko. "Especially if he happens to regret past actions related to why people would be after him."

The Avariel would wait for a response and explanation either way from Eko, before nodding and making her way through the door. "I do hope that they are still here, the shop would be more public of a place to remove them."

She glanced at Eko, smiling slightly. "And in such a public setting I would prefer to be less, flashy than the previous day. He is probably good enough if he is still alive at this point that it would be unavoidable. ...though."

Miriel sighed, waving a hand to the side. "If they are at the shop, I can ensure it rains. Hard."
Edited by Miriel, Fri Apr 12, 2013 5:37 pm.
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"He used to be part of an adventuring group called the Golden Gryphons. Monster slayers, basically. Claudia grew up in the city; they met a few years before they actually married and settled down. Lots of reasons why, but the biggest was a back injury that took Benton out of dungeon-running for good. Not to say he isn't still a threat." They entered the crowded living complex. The halls were dark and smelled bad. Residential projects like these were the artifacts of Lords long gone. Ones that wanted to win the hearts and minds of the people or show themselves as benevolent. Eko hated them and the false promises they stood for. She would do it right.

They climbed to the third floor. On the staircase, Eko slipped her hand into the pocket of her jacket and wrapped it around an unseen sheathe. "We can be more subtle," she whispered. They approached a door with the numbers 3-6-1 scraped into the side of it, as the wooden carvings of the numbers appeared to have been stolen. Eko knocked three times. There was some shuffling inside, things banging around.

"Who is it?!" a muffled, feminine voice shouted.

"I don't know!"

"Then get the door!"

"I'm getting it!" the angry, masculine voice replied, getting louder with each step closer to the front door. Eko looked at Miriel, then back at the door as the peephole slid open, revealing a pair of dark brown eyes framed by bushy brows. "Who're you?"

"The Red Dragons will always have a more impressive kill record than the Golden Gryphons," Eko lied.

The peephole snapped shut and the door flung open. Standing in the entryway of a small, dirty apartment was a six-foot-tall man with long, uncombed hair and beard, not wearing anything but a pair of short pants. His chest was crisscrossed with a latticework of scars. "What the hell... did you just say?" Benton Finch's hand reached out of view, probably for a sword.

"Ah, the Slayer of One Hundred Dragons isn't much of a sight, is he. My friend here, Whirlwind Miri, has slain one hundred and eight dragons." Eko calmly motioned to Miriel with her free hand and Benton built up a seething rage.
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"I see, dangerous, but not in his prime." Before they reached the door, Miriel searched around her various weaponry before running her hand over a particular blade and speaking a few words, imbuing it with arcane energies before giving a slight nod of satisfaction and moving on to increasing her speed with a blur spell as well.

As the door opened, she reached for her own blade in unison with him, as he drew out his blade, an ugly expression on his face. "LIAR. She's just a little pipsqueak, taking on more dragons than me?! Don't make me laugh..."

"Oh really, if you believe me to be oh so weak..." She drew her blade, a blackened sword with wisps of darkness trailing down it this time. The effect would be immediately noticeable, an aura of uncertainty emanating from it as it was brought forth. "Then fight me," she stated, the corners of her lips curling up slightly in obvious mocking.

He gave a roar of anger, and swung, bringing his blade down with a crash. ...Only for the tiny woman to meet it with an upwards swing of her own, unnatural speed and magic granting her blade the momentum and strength it needed to cancel out the effort he put into his blow.

"Hrmm, I've always found such crude fighting styles pathetic, surely you have some better tricks than mere rage and strength..." She swung thrice, opening up cuts along his chest with her sword as he pulled back and finally succeeded on blocking the final blow.

"Heh.... of course.... Such pathetic wounds will do nothing to hold me back. And I can HEAL THEM WITH FORCE OF WILL."

Miriel answered that with a raised eyebrow as he furrowed his brow in intense concentration.

....and absolutely nothing happened, the cuts across his chest continuing to bleed freely and the poison kicked in, inducing a severe pain far beyond what such small cuts should have created.

"wh-What? But... ARGH."

Miriel put her blade straight through his right shoulder as he dropped his guard in his confusion and attempted to concentrate further on his wounds. "Oh dear, did either of us mention that part of how I beat you was that my blade has a nasty tendency of making the wounds it inflicts, stick?"

She was about to say more as she stepped to the side, having entered their house for her assault, but was interrupted by a womans voice from further inside. "BENTON?! WHO IS IT?"
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Eko ducked out of weapon range, moving with the silence of a shadow. Her hand remained fixed on her concealed weapon, ready to level the playing field at the first sign of Benton posing a real threat to Miriel. She highly doubted it -- until he mentioned, loudly, that he was able to heal his wounds with sheer force of will. Eko had heard of people like this before. Special people. People who left such an impression that they could bend reality without devoting a life to studying magic. But those people didn't wallow in the mire like the Finch family did. They were always decorated warriors, heroes, commanders. They didn't exist in Balefire usually. Eko got a bad feeling about this. Even if his ability didn't work after all, thanks to Miriel's enchantment, she still wasn't comfortable with the wild rage he was starting to build up. This wasn't meant to be quite as fair as Benton Finch threatened to make it.

The posturing tone of her previous comments disappeared in the next: "We need to kill him quickly."

"Benton! Honey?!" Claudia Finch called again. Eko followed Miriel into the apartment, closing and locking the door behind her. She removed her knife and held it low, easy in plain view. Benton was half-crouched, blood bubbling from his shoulder wound. A pained grimace twisted his features. Eko considered outflanking him and slitting his throat, but the angle was still too awkward.

"Stay back, Claudia!" Benton shouted, his voice cracking from desperation. He turned his eyes to Eko and Miriel. "You insult me, wound me, enter my house without my permission... you'll pay." The growl that undertoned his softer threat spoke of a terrifying rage just brimming beneath the surface. Eko peered around the corner into a hallway where she heard footsteps approaching. A shadow cast against the wall first, followed by a middle-aged woman with a hooked nose. Reflecting in one of her spindly hands was the polished flat of the biggest throwing knife Eko had ever seen.

Everything happened at once. Benton unleashed a feral roar, his pupils dilating to an almost unnatural diameter. Claudia raised her arm and lined up the shot. Eko shouted "Miriel!" and rushed forward, grabbed the spellblade, intending to push her down. She wasn't fast enough. The throwing knife plunged hilt-deep into Eko's back, near her shoulder. Benton's blade came down. Muttering Eko's name, Claudia Finch took out another throwing knife.
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"Understood." Miriel spared a worried look at Eko, and upon determining the hit was not serious (and just barely deflecting Bentons sword) she drew out a second blade she most certainly had not showed Eko before, and swung Graceful air in a tight controlled motion.

As she did this, Claudia, expression of anger at her home being invaded, flung her second blade for Miriel's heart as she cast; Only for it to clatter off of her armor and fall uselessly to the ground

For a brief moment, the winds around the blade died down, revealing an elegant blue blade lined with runic markings and glowing white edges before it was lost to the mists and its invisibility once more took effect.

"Let us see how well you aim." Miriel's voice rang out within the mists, constantly moving as she danced around the room as a now nearly invisible blur. "When you are fighting someone you cannot see."

Functioning perfectly well as she went off of her mere memory of the room and instinct, she struck, two blades working in unison to inflict a multitude of wounds before thrusting her poisoned blade straight up through his neck and into his skull with a grunt of exertion.

He stiffened and fell under the assault as her blade sliced into his brain, falling into a heap on the floor before he was able to properly focus, the edge he had lost in retirement probably sealing his fate.

"...Benton, where are you? Where are they?" Miriel sped over to Claudia, using her voice as a beacon, and blurred into place behind her, one blade in front of her throat, and the other at her back. "My apologies ma'am, however your husband is, alas, departed from this world. And you will be joining him, as you stand in the way of, well, I hope progress."

And with that, she slit the womans throat, letting her fall as well as she walked back over to Eko, replacing her weapons and creating a steady wind to carry the mists out of the house.

"Ahaha, you really think that the girl has a ghost of a chance? I never would have pegged you for falling back into hopeless naivete."

"...Eko, how bad is your injury?" She finally asked, reaching out an empty hand to look. "I am capable of some healing, and still have a little of the blood from the. ..Averen incident, if it is particularly bad, though the side effects would be best avoided during a time such as this."
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Eko hadn't made a noise when the blade sunk in, though her mouth did open. Her grip on Miriel relaxed and she also dropped her knife. She stumbled a step to the side and caught herself on a piece of furniture which quivered to hold her uneven weight. Time seemed to slow; her usually impeccable perception of the battlefield narrowed until all she could think about was how loud her heart was beating, how much it hurt, and how hard it was to breathe. Her lungs took in a slow, controlled, rattling breath, but they reached a point where a sharp pain prevented further inhalation. How was she supposed to help Miriel finish off Benton like this -- or Claudia? How could Eko protect people if taking a single major hit removed her from the fight altogether? She started to hyperventilate, not out of fear but due to an efflux of primal fury and self-hatred that she could no longer hold in check.

Her fingers reached around her shoulder and wrapped around the hilt of the throwing knife, tightened, but then loosened as she mentally chastised herself. Removing it would be a bad idea, Eko reminded herself. She was lucky that Miriel was around to fill the room with a thick mist and distract their opponents, or Eko, having been vulnerable for several seconds, would be beyond dead right now. Warmth spread down her shirt from the trickling current of blood flowing from the wound. Eko grit her teeth and wrestled up enough of her anger to stand back up to her full height. She found her whip at her hip and even though there wasn't enough space to use it at its full effectiveness, she'd be damned if she didn't get a hit in. But even just moving her arm up in that fashion caused another sharp pain to rip through her shoulder. By then, the mist subsided. Eko blinked the sheen of liquid off her eyes, grimacing.

"Don't use the blood. I'm fine." Eko's eyes were wild. Her chest rose and fell rapidly in short, choppy breaths. "We have to get moving. No time to heal. Don't-- don't take out the blade." Insisting she lead the way, Eko left the apartment and turned the corner, only pausing briefly to make a pained agh sound, eyes shutting tightly for a moment. She made it all the way to the last flight of stairs before stopping and leaning against the wall. Sweat was beading on the edges of her hairline. "Can you... at least stop the bleeding? It occurs to me I-- shouldn't go outside-- with a dagger sticking out of-- me." It also hurt like hell, but Eko refused to admit that.
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"Very well. hold still, this will hurt when I pull it out, a lot." Miriel reached forward and braced herself to get hold of the knife, and started the healing spell, quietly incanting for a time before she finally yanked the blade out as the spell was nearly ready to be released.

A pulse of healing light flooded out of her fingers as she finished the healing spell and it sealed the wound, even speeding the recovery of the internal damage to an extent as well.

And with that, she made her way back to Mohdu's, Eko in tow...




"You need to get some armor if you are going to be on the front lines like that... It was foolish of me to not make mention of that before, but I was under the impression you had something underneath your clothing as I do." She pulled back her cloak cloak, and pulled down the top of her shirt to reveal the glittering Mithril chain beneath.

"I doubt that it would be possible to acquire something as rare as Mithril, but something such as leather. would be better than absolutely nothing but regular clothing, and would fit beneath regular attire if made well. Actually, no, gloomwood leather."

Her expression became stony as she continued, pulling a small purse from her bag. "I am going to be going out to get you armor before the next part of this job. And you are going to either accept it as a gift from a friend, or continue without my help, at significantly increased cost I would guess."
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An annoyed sound left Eko's lips when she saw the unmistakeable glimmering of actual, honest-to-gods mithril under Miriel's shirt. They had managed to get back to Mohdu's without much more trouble, and she was laying on her side on her bed. Bandages were wrapped around her chest, focused on the wound. It was a little easier to breathe thanks to Miriel's healing, but she'd need some rest in order to get back to fighting shape for the next job. That meant a day or two of downtime on Miriel's part. It wasn't a catastrophe for their plan; they wouldn't lose momentum, per se, just give their atrocities some time to sink in with Berach. Miriel admonished Eko like a concerned friend. She closed her eyes for several seconds when the avariel even went as far as to threaten withholding service if Eko didn't agree to accept a gift of some armor. Eko wouldn't have been able to afford Gloomwood leather anyway.

This raised some questions. "Fine. But really, Miriel..." she shifted her position on her bed slightly to look up at the girl better, "Who are you? You have all this money, work for free. Didn't you mention a story of your own last night? Why not share? There's no hurry to go shopping or go to bed, and I'm curious. I barely know anything about my own friend."
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Miriel eyed Eko thoughtfully for a moment, and sighed, pulling a chair close and sitting on it backwards, facing its back. Closing her eyes for a brief moment, she rested on the chair, thoughtful, and looking very, very tired as she relaxed her usual impassive mask for once.

"Who am I.... I have not answered that one truthfully. In a very long time. But I suppose I did promise you a story."

She cleared her throat, and, depositing her cloak on another chair before looking Eko in the eyes, she began. If the girl was watching closely, for a brief moment she might have seen the faint hints of a multitude of lights flickering and moving behind them, gone so swiftly as to be likened to a mere trick of the light.

"Once upon a time, there was a land far to the east and north, away from Imythess; A place where magic was a rarity, gods and demons both mere myth... A hidden refuge in a valley cut off from the world..... There were old tales of a time before when all that had been commonplace and the people there mere refugees, but they were just tales, no? There was a small kingdom in that land, and, oh yes." Miriel smiled sadly. "Everyone, could fly! You see, it was home to a species of elves known as the Avariel, a rather proud lot driven from their home and flying cities in times best forgotten."

"Now, there was a princess of the royal family, the youngest in fact. She was rather sheltered, naive, and not just a little brash at times. But she wasn't a bad sort, she was merely a bit cut off from he world, even the small bit of it that was the kingdom. And could be rather ignorant to the hardships of others, and the dangers of life. Despite all this, she was fairly physically fit for a young girl of such high birth, and fairly used to some form of proper work; Having managed to bully her way into learning a bit in regards to using a blade from one of the guards in her spare time, despite how "terribly unnecessary in such a time of peace" it was."

Miriel paused for a brief moment, still looking tired. "Her name was Imirielle. Ailmere. Soluce."
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