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| Re: The Letter Unwritten but Sent [P, Mistalee] | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Wed Apr 25, 2018 8:17 am (87 Views) | |
| Ah'Har | Wed Apr 25, 2018 8:17 am Post #1 |
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First, a member of a conspiracy who was shipping enchanted parts to reduce suspicion. He was killed during the escape of a captive, but the papers implicating his part were discovered. Second, a warehouse where those parts were shipped from that hid an underground portal through a farplane to another Tarasian location, though the portal was forcibly closed on one end to hinder the movement of important individuals to it. The warehouse was shut down shortly after, with the Ergo corporation panicking in response to a secretive force interfering with their operation, scattering the loyal employees until they were to be contacted by a privatized messenger. Now, Ah'Har was granted free time, a bit of leave since the Bloodblade was supposed to be keeping a low profile with the severance pay he was granted as a down payment towards his loyalty. Fortunately his true employers allowed him to keep the Tarasian currency, and with his extra time he could simply return to Nezri to relieve his sister's watcher of his headache-inducing duty. Cla'Tria was just too much of a handful for even an Ishraq-appointed guard. It all worked out well, though, Ah'Har wanted to spend more time with his sister, and he was simply too protective to be comfortable being away for too long. Some part of him understood that she was surprisingly crafty and sneaky on her own, somehow able to make the most unlikely of friends with some of the most dangerous of individuals. It was actually quite respectable, especially for her age, but it did little to alleviate his worries. "Please?" The little reptilian girl pleaded to go and play with some local children, or perhaps immigrated much as her. The wording was confusing to Ah'Har, but she clearly enjoyed living life as an actual child, rather than locked away from the world, "I'll keep a bottle of medicine with me!" "I am not sure." The elf mused over in his mind, still not comfortable with the idea of her falling and scraping herself on the ground, or anything else that might cause her harm. Nothing healed on her, everything stayed, most prominently the cut on her nose that always needed an alchemical bandage to keep it sealed. "Thueban will be with me!" The younger sister said, picking up the stoat with both arms wrapped around his lengthy torso. "Your accomplice in crimes? That does not inspire confidence." The once-thief said dubiously as he looked into the little beady eyes of the weasel-like creature. "Pleeeeaaaase?" "You think stretching out the word and looking at me with cute eyes will win you over?" Ah'Har scoffed at the attempt. "Yes." Cla'Tria replied very assured of her choices. The older brother paused for a moment, though all three of them, him, her, and the stoat, knew exactly what his answer was going to be, "Two bottles, in case something happens to the first." "Yes!" Cla'Tria cheered, letting the stoat drop to the ground, his part in the negotiations finished and his freedom relinquished. "Grab them and run along." Ah'Har sighed, opening the door to their small home to a light gray atmosphere of a rainy day, cooling the air and creating mud everywhere, though sickness from too much water or wet dirt was not something that even the over-protective slum rat considered a real problem. Illness his little sister could recover from, and the mud was far softer than dried earth, "I suppose I will be at the cantina." "Okay, Ah'Har!" Cla'Tria said, carefully putting two bottles of clear liquid into a satchel before running past him, "And let me know if you talk to anybody interesting!" "Alright, and you have fun." Ah'Har chuckled with a slight shake of his head, locking the door behind him. It was strange to him to have a home with a door that could be properly locked with a key, nothing so simple as an inside bar or hoping that nobody took what little they had while they were away. The security was comforting and uncomfortable at the same time. The cantina that Ah'Har favored was not too far away, called the Lost Wurm, a name that appealed to many ex-Istani citizens. Inside was nice and dry, though the floor was turning wet from the amount of people dripping from the rain. An empty table near the middle seemed particularly inviting to him. The corners always drew too much attention from people looking for somebody, and in the middle he was more likely to find people interested in a few hands of some game or another. With a drink ordered and his table claimed, the desert elf pulled out a mundane deck of cards to begin shuffling through. Even if nobody showed up, he could always play a few card games by himself. |
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| Mistalee | Thu Apr 26, 2018 3:46 am Post #2 |
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How did she always find herself in situations like this? Why did the strange always come her way? Here she was standing face to face with a vampire woman. She had appeared before Mistalee in the night, with a hood low over her brow, but even that could not hide her pale features nor her fanged teeth. The elven woman was ready for a fight, what she was not ready for was to simply be handed a letter before the messenger disappeared into the night. Upon reading the letter she knew the supposed sender was not the person who penned it. It claimed to be from Ah'Har. It seemed a simple enough message. Stating how much he had enjoyed her company and would like to see her again. It requested that she travel Nezri and join him at the Lost Wurm for a few rounds. "A letter...from the man who is illiterate" she muttered to herself. "Someone clearly does not know how to set up a trap..." Was this from Ah'Har himself, just having someone pen the letter for him? If so, why not simply state that. Or was this from someone trying to steer them back together. Against her better judgement she resigned herself to prepare for the long journey. If this was some sort of nefarious trap then a friend of her's was in danger. If it was not a trap...then she could simply enjoy his company again. The trip was not a short one, that was for sure, but she did make it safely to the Lost Wurm. According to the letter Ah'Har frequented here so she figured it would only be a matter of time before they ran into each other. She paid for a room and made herself at home. After a few days it seemed like her patience had paid off. She smirked from under her hood as she saw Ah'Har walk into the tavern and take seat with his cards. The magic from the hood would ensure that she was not recognized, even by her friends. She waved over the bar keep and nodded towards Ah'Har. "Send him his favorite drink. Put it on my tab," she said. He answered with just a nod before filling a tankard and walking it over to him. "From the lady over there," he said with a gesture. With that she made her over and sat down across the table from her companion. She pulled back her hood, letting her golden locks fall free. Flashing a smile she greeted him. "Hello there handsome. Surprised to see me?" |
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| Ah'Har | Thu Apr 26, 2018 7:31 am Post #3 |
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Imaginary Bolt. Essentially absinthe with an extra kick, which some claimed caused some added hallucinations, almost like illusory magic. It was definitely no drink for any amateur alcoholic, a shot knocking the uninitiated out for a few moments, and causing some serious health concerns for others. What did it say that Ah'Har could enjoy such a drink for more than a full glass? What did it say that he ordered it enough for the bartender to know exactly which drink he wanted? At least to his knowledge, he was usually said to be a more likable drunk than sober. Honestly a surprising critique of his personality each time he heard it, but there was actually a greater surprise as to who ordered it. Sitting down at his table, at first an unfamiliar face, then he spent a second wondering how he could not recognize Mistalee sitting before him, before the answer revealed itself from his memory. "Hello, yourself, beautiful. A welcome surprise, though I am afraid I do not have as good a gift for you." Ah'Har said with soft yet jovial tone as he lifted the tall glass of potent alcohol before taking a welcome sip. Delicious Imaginary Bolt, he could already feel it tingling in his head as he put the glass back down on the table, easing his worries just a little bit and leaving him in the moment, "Perhaps next time. That is a Fugitive Cowl, right? I have thought of one before, but I like the Phantom Shroud for having people chasing the wrong person. Did caravan guarding bring you here and you simply decided to look for the ex-thief who confuses people by knowing Ishraq?" |
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| Mistalee | Thu Apr 26, 2018 7:45 am Post #4 |
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He knew what her cowl was. That impressed her quite a bit as she had never met someone who knew about the hoods abilities. She nodded at his question. "Indeed it is. This simple looking piece of cloth has been a very useful tool for me. Especially when I don't want to be recognized," she said. As for his following questions, the smile slipped from her face. She pulled out the letter she had received and showed it to him. "Actually I came here to find you. I received this letter recently, supposedly written and delivered by you. It was actually really sweet, mentioning how much you enjoyed my company and wished to see me again. Could almost make a girl blush....Except that I know it could not have been not sent by you." A sigh escaped her lips. "I knew coming here very likely meant I could be walking into some sort of trap, but I wanted to make sure that you were in no danger....well at least not more than the usual. I hope that this was merely sent as some sort of prank, or someone who actually wants us to spend more time together and not try and kill us." |
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| Ah'Har | Thu Apr 26, 2018 8:03 am Post #5 |
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A letter? Written in common script by what the ex-Istani slum rat could vaguely recognize of the language's symbols. Mistalee was definitely correct in assuming that it could not have been written by the desert elf, for he could barely write simple sentences in Istani, and Common was completely out of the question. It seemed that she did like whatever was written on the paper, but the insinuation that there could be any danger coming for him or her in Rozanai struck a chord and stirred a beast within him. "If trouble comes near Cla'Tria, it would be handled before it could make a sound." Ah'Har said without a shred of mistake to be found in his words. He turned from the gambler and drinker, from the ex-thief and current spy, to that old brutal assassin for those words. Anything that could be considered a threat that came anywhere near Cla'Tria would find itself with a lifespan shorter than any fly. Ah'Har paused a moment, readjusting himself in his seat and clearing his throat. He did not like that part of himself, that old businessman of a sort, but it was instinctive against anything that would even suggest taking action against his happiness. It brought him a bit of shame that only his poker face could hide, but he knew that slipped a little with body language alone, "A strange prank to play, and who could want us to. . . gether?" He trailed a little with the last word, considering one very distinct possibility, but dismissing it with a shake of his head. Surely it was just the Imaginary Bolt playing at his mind, making his head a little loopy, and probably best not taken another sip of until they resolved that they were definitely not at the whims of anybody nefarious, "It would not be a very good idea to kill either of us by grouping us together, I do not think. Alone, we are each dangerous enough, but I think if I had to pull my blade by your side then we would both be more than any assassin could handle." He relaxed in his seat with a bit of thought to the matter, placing his deck of cards facedown on the table as he spent a moment examining Mistalee and her reactions before gesturing to the paper, "You said that it was sweet? I did enjoy your company, and seeing you again would be nicer without the strange letter, so it would have to be somebody who knew that we talked and that. . . "I told Cla'Tria that I met with you in Taras, but why would she have such a letter sent?" |
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| Mistalee | Fri Apr 27, 2018 7:20 am Post #6 |
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The murderous anger that came through at the thought of harm coming to Cla'Tria just showed how much her cared for the girl. But then as he mentioned that he has told the girl about the two of them meet... Well well, seems like they had a little romantic match maker in the works. She could not help but laugh. "Why would a young girl with stories of romance filling her mind send a letter to the woman her brother befriended? No, I really can't imagine why she would do this. I don't see any reason at all." Having now concluded that the letter had been sent by Cla'Tria to try and find a girl friend for her bother, she relaxed. She also did not mind that their meeting here again was some child's hope that romance would bloom. In fact she found it rather cute and sweet. It also helped the fact that she did find Ah'Har attractive. She leaned forward a bit as she rested her chin in her hand. "Well...since it clearly seems that Cla'Tira want us to spend the afternoon together I don't see why we should not. I came all this way after all just to make sure you were okay." |
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| Ah'Har | Fri Apr 27, 2018 8:02 am Post #7 |
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The sarcasm was thick in her tone, yet playful as it was accompanied by that laugh. When she put it like that, it almost made sense. Ah'Har had never tried at a real or meaningful relationship in his life, opting instead for brief encounters that usually ended disastrously for him, especially those with woman already spoken for in rather conservative pairings. Despite how well he tried to hide it, Cla'Tria had a knack for people and could probably see beyond his contentment raising her. The innocence of a child beset by the cunning of a slum rat. Truly she was a daughter of Istan City's poor, but far more optimistic and outgoing. "From what I hear, love triangles lead to dramas, not romance. I do not think your Black Bow would like that idea so much." Ah'Har sighed in relief before taking another relaxing sip from his Imaginary Bolt. There was nothing to worry about, nothing to stay sharp for, just the devious nature of a little lizard girl at play and interfering with adults. At the very least, a friendly and familiar face was always a welcome sight, though what would surely be to Cla'Tria's disappointment, her big brother was no longer readily game to risk his life or reputation on secured noblewomen. Almost instinctively with the newfound calm, the desert elf began shuffling through the simple deck he had placed down, letting the sound of cards fill the air around the table as he considered the offer. Again, Mistalee had a good point, since they were both already here they might as well get comfortable and catch up, "How about a game while we talk? I can deal just about any you can name." Mistalee raised an eyebrow at Ah'Har, "My Black Bow? Oh....we actually are not a couple any longer. I ended things with him quite some time ago now. You are looking at a single lady here." "Oh really? I remember you having so much in common, like archery. . ." Ah'Har replied with only mild surprise. As opposed to Cla'Tria, he never spent too much time researching people away from a card table, although it did seem a surprising coincidence that the little girl's gamble would prove not impossible. "Yeah well, I realized I prefer my men to...how do I put this? Who are not assholes. Don't get me wrong, Tand is a good man. Just a horrible person to be in a relationship with. He is too blinded by his own goals and obligations to have any room in his life for another person. But I am sure you don't want to hear about my exes...come on deal the cards. You can pick the game, though I am not very good at any." "Ah, I see. My brother used to say somebody was not a person if they did not have make room for another in their life. I suppose that is what he meant." Ah'Har recounted, pausing for just a moment in his shuffling to think of what game to play with someone who claimed to not be very skilled, "Go Fish, then." He dealt out five cards to both of them from the Istani deck, consisting of red suns and crossed scimitars, and blue beetles and sapphires, before leaving the rest of the deck facedown in the middle of the table and studying his own hand, unblinking. |
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| Mistalee | Sun Apr 29, 2018 4:51 pm Post #8 |
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Some people may be insulted that he chose to deal out a child's game for the cards, but she did not care. It was the pleasant conversation and company that she was here for. She nodded at his words. "Sounds like your brother knew what he was talking about. Finding the time and means to fit someone into your life show that you care. If you can't be bothered to do that for even one person, then it might be time to re-asses your priorities. Otherwise you are bound to either be alone or have only the most basic of relationships with anyone." She paused to look at her cards dealt to her. "Got any 5 of Blue Beetles?" As she wait for his reply, she continued to make conversation. "How has Cla'Tria been? I would like to see her again at some point. I barely even saw her during our first excursion. Granted that was not exactly a good time to be getting to know a child." |
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| Ah'Har | Sun Apr 29, 2018 10:43 pm Post #9 |
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Ah'Har was not socially inept, but he usually found it difficult to get along with most people for extended periods of time. An inability to trust new people did not exactly help, but most of the times he had tried in the past ended in disaster. Actual relationships were pretty much nonexistent in his life, and raising Cla'Tria had reduced that candle flame to a barely-smoldering ember. "You really are not familiar with card games! You call for rank, not color or suit." Ah'Har chuckled, "Though, lucky for you, I do have a five." Accepting the awkwardly delivered defeat at the first ask, the desert elf tossed a five of suns from his hand to the Norwood noble elf. At least now he had an idea of some of what was in his opponent's hand for the round, though the game was incidental to dealing the cards and holding a conversation with the rare person who understood loyalty and secrecy. He took a moment to study his hand unblinking before asking, "Have any eights?" Though with the mention of the little troublemaker most likely at fault for Mistalee ending up at Ah'Har's table in Nezri, the conversation only naturally found its way onto her. "Cla'Tria has been well, and talks about Hara and Ishraq to any child who will believe her. I think adults just believe she got the scar on her shoulder blade from some life before I adopted her." Ah'Har explained, "She would have been happy to talk with you, even then and there, even despite my protectiveness. She has taken to sun dresses to show off her scar. Mine is on my chest in front of my heart, like a target. Where did yours end up?" |
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| Mistalee | Fri May 4, 2018 4:59 am Post #10 |
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She gave him a playful glare. "Hey, give me a break. I have not play this since I was a child. And that was over 100 years ago. And, go fish." Those marks they had gotten after the events in Hara were indeed interesting. They were an easy way to identify anyone who had been involved in what occurred in that desert, if you knew what it even meant. "Mine ended up on my thigh," she said. "Bit of an odd place to show off without giving the wrong idea, but also easy to hid I guess. Though if I ever wear skirts I do use some make up to hid it just to be safe. I prefer only people I trust to know about anything regarding Hara." "Got any 6?" she asked in the middle of their conversation. "I am glad to hear Cla'Tria is doing well. The two of you are very close it seems." |
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| Ah'Har | Fri May 4, 2018 5:47 am Post #11 |
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"An interesting spot for the scar. Talking about Hara would be hard enough, I think. It did not feel real while we were there, and thinking back, it feels like a dream. Only the scars are proof for me." Ah'Har admitted, the strange ever-changing land of that psychically-infused desert reminding him more of some times he hit too many imaginary bolts rather than any real experience. The encounter with Apep, being stabbed by Sehzade, and that final encounter, all stayed fresh in his mind, though. Another card was lost to Mistalee, this time Ah'Har's six of suns, leaving him once more with four cards in his hand. For not having played the game in a long time, the ranger was having some rather good luck. The Istani folded his cards together and tapped on their edges a few times, considering her words. "I think that means I do good as a big brother." Ah'Har said to the ranger's comment about his relationship with his sister, "I found her in a blanket as a baby in a dark corner of the slums. I have raised her since then, try to keep her out of trouble, but it is hard when she looks for it." Some of his original brothers and sisters were like Cla'Tria, but without the freedom or pure optimism in their spirits. The little lizard girl proved to be a light far brighter than he had known before her, a unique gift as if from the stars, themselves, even given her unique condition. "Do you have any twos?" The slum rat asked before fanning his cards back out in his hand, finding the current state amusing, but wondering something a bit personal with the questions, "Do you have any brothers or sisters, Mistalee?" |
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