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| HAPPY BIRTHDAY VERONNA | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Mon Dec 3, 2007 6:10 pm (620 Views) | |
| Rothardan | Mon Dec 3, 2007 6:10 pm Post #1 |
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Today was a day for celebration. From the houses of every city where decorations and banners with various Drow symbols upon them. From the lampposts were streamers that were magically shooting out balls of light from the top, like fireworks in the day time. There was a band that was playing, marching forth from the Temple of Swords and into the streets with their loud instruments and booming music that could probably be heard all the way from Balefire. Children were laughing in the street as the music played, some were running towards the various vendors and games that were in the street. For the grownups there was music and various activities such as jousting or strength tests or, if you were the quiet type, then you could sit down on the outside tables near the inns and see what discounts they were up to. So why was this a special day? Simple. For as long as she was in power as the Goddess of Blades, Veronna Darkblade had protected Taras with a blade by her side and a blade in her enemy's head. Because of her, Imythess had escaped a nasty war and Taras had remained in peace for the last few years. Today was her birthday, and all of Taras had come out in celebration. The doors of every inn were open, the people were smiling. It was a day of celebration! Rothardan was also here of course (since Veronna was a dear friend of his) and he too was smiling with the rest of him. He didn't put on his armour today, nor was he carrying any weapons. Instead, all he had was his velvet blue outfit with leather boots and black trousers. Today, he had made his hair extra long so it was flowing down his shoulders (thank you Alter Self spell) and truly he looked a sight. Around his belt was the bag of never-ending space, the bag which contained all his gear and two presents for Veronna as well. One was a special ball that floated and glowed with a bright light when commanded via thought, the other was a special weapon which was one of a kind. A special sword which, at a flick of a switch, would become a lethal chain sword. Rothardan knew Veronna would like them and they were also safely tucked away in his bag of never-ending space. Now he would wait until Veronna would come out of the temple to give her the present himself. ((OOC: Feel free to join in the fun, but no fighting or evil doing stuff here. This is Veronna's birthday topic and besides... you'd be turned into a shish kebab!)) |
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| ¤Veronna Darkblade[Adm] | Mon Dec 3, 2007 7:31 pm Post #2 |
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Veronna had not planned any of it, or had given anyone any ideas about such a party. She was in her temple, up in her private chambers, looking out a window to the streets below. The city was loud, people shouting, instruments being played, children running and it was all for her. She was never sure if she was truly accepted by the city, even after protecting it for years, ever since her god-hood. But with this party, her answer was quite obvious. She turned from the window and walked to a closet and opened it. She was not sure what to wear, for the city knew her as a warrior, but she was also a woman and wore dresses. She frowned, then started to looked through all the clothes. She grabbed a leather corset and a black dress that had red in the skirt. She took off the clothes she had been wearing and quickly threw on the dress, the collar going around her neck and the skirts of it almost reaching her knees. She pulled the corset around her, and laced up the sides, giving her even more shape than before. (It's pretty much the outfit in my signature picture) It also occurred to her that it was cold outside, so she also put on a pair tight, black pants, to keep her legs warm. She grabbed her belt and her scimitar scabbards on it and pulled it around her waist. Her scimitars were laying on her bed so she grabbed them and sheathed them. She looked at herself in the mirror, trying to figure out if she should wear any jewelry. She decided not too, instead she grabbed a pair of black gloves that reached up to her elbows. She put on her leather boots that went up to her knees and laced them up. She stood grabbed her dark red cloak, and threw it around her, the wool lining soft against her skin. She thought for a moment, wondering if there was anything she was missing. Normally she would not worry about her appearance, but this felt like a special occasion so it called for a little bit a dressing up. She decided there was nothing else missing she headed down stairs, to the first floor. She walked down the hall to the front doors and hesitated, feeling a little nervous going out in front of so many people who worshiped her. She had a hard time getting over the fact that she was a goddess now, and that was how people saw her. She stood tall, as tall as she could, which was only a grand total of a little over five feet. She pushed open both doors a once, making it more dramatic then it had to be, but she liked things to be dramatic. She was unsure about who, or what was on the other side of the doors. So she braced herself for the worst, which was not probably going to be bad, but she was not a real peoples person and was much better when on the battle field. So when she walked out, into the cool air, she stopped as the doors closed behind her, waiting to see what was going to happen, almost like she expecting some sort of explosion to happen. |
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| Shadeen | Tue Dec 4, 2007 9:57 pm Post #3 |
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Shadeen wasn’t sure what was going on but Taras was dressed up in streamers and balls of light. T felt festive and the air itself emanated joy. Children ran up and down the streets laughing happily. She made her way through the streets before the curiosity ate at her. She couldn’t stand it anymore. Taras was decked out in party attire but for who she wasn’t sure. Two little girls sprinted past her and she called after them. They turned around to face her and she lowered herself to their height. “What’s going on?” The two girls giggled. “Everyone knows. It’s Veronna Darkblade’s birthday!” Said one while the other nodded furiously. “The goddess of blades.” Shadeen had heard a lot about Veronna Goddess of Blade, but had never actually had any contact with her outside the books in the library or conversations about the town. It excited her that she would finally see the Goddess in all her glory. Although something pulled at her and she took a moment to realize that it was that she hadn’t gotten her anything, although it made sense since she hadn’t known. Taking a quick vow to find something for her at a later time she pushed through the streets towards where the throng thickened. People pushed past others, and father’s carried their kids on their shoulders so that they would get a better look. Shadeen cursed her height and tried to move past the people to get even a view of the woman. She struggled through a few people before she felt it would be impossible to ever get close enough to see over the giants of this town. Then she caught it out of the corner of her eye, an opening. She slipped through and found herself close to the front of the crowd and she finally had a nice view. When Veronna Darkblade pushed open the door and stepped into the city the crowd cheered. Shadeen found herself cheering along with them. She looked beautiful, and she took Shadeen’s breath away for a moment. She suddenly was aware of her leather boots and simple dress. She blushed, wishing she had of dressed better for such an occasion. Maybe she would find the time later to slip into a shop and buy a new outfit, as well as a gift. At the moment she was too transfixed on the Goddess of Blades. So much more than she had expected. |
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| Nightwind | Wed Dec 5, 2007 2:16 am Post #4 |
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Savarkael Nightwind. She hated the gods and godess'. No one really knew why though, she just had a hate for them all for no real reason, but those who knew her better, knew she thought of the gods to be ignorant and selfish with power. And why she was here on the goddess's birthday, not even she knew. Maybe she was seeking to follow a god, try to like them, it just never worked. The dragon was in a human form again, leaning on a wall, watching the crowds cheer, and her face frowned in a line of disgust. But because of the occasion, she dressed in a less fighter looking way. Wearing a black and green dress, with bell sleeves, and it was quite flowy. And she wore some boots that were leather. At her side, was one of her swords, her Blade of Air. She was silent as she watched everyone cheer, and smiled, while she looked bored, and a little annoyed. She stopped leaning on the wall, and stood up to catch a glimpse at the Goddess of Blades. A dark elf. Sava never did mind them, even if she wasn't very fond of elves. But she had many friends that were elves, or at least, part elf. She knew she had no good reason to dislike the goddess, since she didn't even know her, and couldn't tell if she was ignorant or not. But still, she had a dislike for her. She leaned against the wall again, and watched two children run by laughing and playing with wooden swords. She cocked her head a little, before her attention turned to the goddess again, and the crowd about her. Her dark eyes swept over them before returning to watch the goddess. She was almost tempted to leave, but decided not to, wanting to see what will happen now. She would join the fun, if she liked the goddess, or knew her, but she had no idea about any gods, she hasn't even seen one. One thing she knew right now, was that they looked like everyone else, nothing seeming to be very spectacular about them, well, that was what she thought, since she didn't know any. |
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| Ocardonydd | Thu Dec 6, 2007 12:45 am Post #5 |
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It was a special day, one that called for celebration. But Ocar was surprised when he had woken that morning, to find the whole city decorated for his wife's birthday. He had woken up early and remembered he had to find a gift for his wife, so he had dressed and went out, taking Vaoulrah with him since the child never seemed to sleep in the morning. The morning air was brisk when he walked outside, causing him to pull his cloak closer to his body, while with his other hand he held his daughter's small hand, her fingers tiny as they wrapped around her father's large callused hand. The morning seemed to have gone fast, after finding a stand that was opened with food and eating breakfast, they begun their hunt to find a gift for Veronna. Problem was, whenever he saw anything, he didn't think it was good enough for his wife, who was a goddess. Vaoulrah was enjoying herself, running around the streets with other children who were her age. The streets slowly began to get busier as everyone started talking about the birthday and stands began to open, selling goods they believed the Goddess of Blades would like. He stopped at several stands, but never saw anything he believed she would like. He heard music playing, somewhere near the temple and decided to give up his search for the time being. "Vaoulrah!" He called towards the group of young children who were gathered around the half drow. The child looked up and saw her father looking at her. She came over quickly and grabbed Ocar's hand. They walked towards the temple, Ocar noticing that he got more crowded the closer he got to the temple. They passed a band who were playing music, people dancing, and children playing. Vaoulrah watched the children, her green eyes calculating. Ocar saw this and smiled, "You want to go play?" He asked. The child looked up at them and smiled, while nodding her head. "Than go on! Have a bit of fun!" He said, letting go of Vaoulrah's hand, the child immediately running off. He knew he could trust the people in this area, most of them were here for fun and no one would dare touch a child that belonged to the goddess of blades. He continued forward until he got to the temple, able to tell Veronna was going to be making her appearance soon. While no one dare set foot on the steps to the temple, Ocar walked up them about midway and waited, his dark blue cloak being blown around slightly by the breeze, his tunic, which was an icy blue visible, his black pants and under shirt thick to keep him warm, his black hair tied at the base of his head, which got longer everyday. The doors opened and he smiled as he saw his wife exit the building and the crowd around the temple began to cheer, people shouting and praising the Drow that stood before them. He remained silent as he walked up to her, offering his arm. He knew Veronna was not one for politeness, but he had grown up in a family with manners, and Veronna and him had an understanding of one another, even if they would disagree from time to time. |
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| Ornell | Thu Dec 6, 2007 1:02 am Post #6 |
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The city of Taras. She remembered coming here before, twice before. It was just a short visit both times. This was her third visit now and the place was starting to grow on her. This time, this time she had been determined to meet the Goddess who lived here. She had no idea if it was a good thing or a bad thing that her visit happened to be on the same day as the Goddess of Blades' birthday. Did she have a gift? Not really, but she did have an offer to give the Goddess, if she would take it. She was a guardian of sorts, and Ornell felt that, if needed, that this Goddess, if no other, should have the right to call on her for assistance. She had not changed her clothing any, but she felt that it would work. She only wished she hadn't brought both of her blades along. She hoped it wouldn't be a problem. Feeling self conscious and glad she wasn't the type to announce herself to the world as the Goddess of Flames. The crowed was thick and she didn't fell like forcing her way through the throng. She lingered near the edge for a moment before she noticed a familiar face out of the corner of her eye. "Sava!" She called out and waved, remembering the dragon from her first visit to the city. She wondered if Valen would catch up with her soon and if he would have anything to say to her. She was going to make her way over to where Nightwind was, but some little kids dashed in front of her. She paused to let them dash into the crowd. |
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| ¤Veronna Darkblade[Adm] | Tue Dec 11, 2007 12:09 am Post #7 |
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The cheering that met her ears was loud and joyous, everyone trying to be as loud as possible. And it was in that instant that Veronna realized that she had been accepted by the people of Taras, taking her one step closer to being trusted by even more people in all of Imythess. She let a small smile on to her face, though not broad, it was a grateful smile, and one that showed she appreciated all the people who had come here for her birthday. She looked to her left and saw Ocar there, offering his arm to her, which made her smile broaden. She had wondered where her husband had disappeared to in the morning, for when she had woken up she did not find her husband beside her. She placed her left hand on Ocar's arm, then slid it down to grab his hand. She begun descending down the stairs, her red eyes looking at the crowd, inspecting the many faces, several that she could not identify. One girl she noticed was staring at her in awe, the young woman was dressed simply, unlike almost everyone else who were in the crowd, all of them wearing their very best. As she reached the bottom of the stairs the crowd slowly parted to let her through, along with Ocar, who she held still held his hand. As the crowd parted many of them bowed to her, which made her feel uneasy. She enjoyed the cheering and shouting, but when it came to people bowing before, well, it made her feel better than them, though she never thought like that. The people continued to part as she walked on, not entirely sure where she was actually heading. She tried to spot someone she knew, but most around her were just residence of Taras, most of them she had never met, yet they knew her, they knew almost everything about her. (I wasn't sure if Rothardan was going to reply or not, so I went ahead and posted...) |
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| Decadence | Wed Dec 12, 2007 5:31 am Post #8 |
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The city seemed astir with a madness that seemed to overwhelm him the very second he set foot within the city limits. It wasn’t often that he had visited the city of Taras due to the mere fact that he had hated places that were well beyond overpopulated and this would be just that. Hordes of people gathered here and there, but mostly along the streets that led to the temple and the shops that littered the streets. Decorations and music reigned triumphant over the city with both their appearance and sounds, leaving him to wonder what he was exactly doing here. After all, he really didn’t know the Goddess of Blades on a personal level, but then again…It was probably better to get to know the Gods and Goddesses of the land while he still had a chance to do so. Having been fairly dressed for such an occasion, a green cloak adorned his right shoulder, while a scarf like green cloth seemed to coil itself around his neck in a loose fashion. A black tunic laid in intricate design across his torso, bound skin tight in its nature to better display what physique he held. At his head, a green like cloth would wrap around his head like a bandana of sorts, while his hair was carefully prepared in a presentable manner. Other than that a pair of a black pants and a pair of shiny black boots would finish off his look. Having left his companions, armor, and weapons all back in the Village of Kellen, he had felt quite naked out here in the mass of people. Though he knew better that no one would bother stirring up any sort of trouble, he still longed to have all of his belongings along with him. They were like an extension of his body and without them, he felt quite…Odd. Though, that was probably because he never dressed up for anything other than a simple gathering here and there, which was certainly paled in comparison to something such as this. Returning his attention back to the swirling mass of people around him once more, he became aware of each person that passed him as he walked along. That was until he had witnessed a female that oddly looked much like that of Shadeen wandering around. At that point everyone seemed to blur from his sight and only she would remain, at least until she slipped off into the mass of people gathered at the street around the temple. Heaving an exasperated sigh, he would pursue, weaving in and between the horde of people. After some concerned effort, he finally came up behind that of Shadeen and slipped a simple arm around her back and lightly gripped her shoulder with his hand, “Hey there!” A wry grin would cross his lips, but his attention would tear from Shadeen and over to the Goddess who had just recently emerged from her Temple and out into the view of the cheering mass. It was an overwhelming experience to see how much respect that people had given to one single person, which made him wonder what being a God was like. Pushing the question aside, his hand would lightly rub Shadeen’s arm, “She certainly deserves such a celebration…At least from the things I’ve heard. I personally don’t know her, but I’m sure my Sister might. Speaking of which…I wonder why she’s not here…” Just then his eyes broke from Veronna and then off to the crowd around them, expecting to see his Sister standing somewhere nearby that he hadn’t even taken notice to, but with no avail. Shrugging his shoulders, his eyes would settle upon Veronna again, “Maybe she had something come up. So…Is this the first time you laid eyes on a God or Goddess…?” |
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| Rothardan | Wed Dec 12, 2007 9:23 am Post #9 |
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((Sorry, I went back to work today which means my time schedule is now officially in ruins again. Also, I am suffering writer's block. So sorry for the crappy post.)) There was a large cheer that went out and Rothardan knew that Veronna had appeared. Time to give her the special presents he had acquired. The first was the chain sword, which Rothardan drew from his pouch of never ending space. Admiring the blade's quality, Rothardan looked over at the distance and saw a large oak tree that would make good practice. Pressing the button upon its hilt, Rothardan flung the sword and watched as the once solid blade now unraveled to become a powerful flail. The flail flew forth and hit the tree, digging deep into it, before Rothardan pulled the blade back and released the button. At once, the flail began to retract and fold upon itself before once again becoming a normal blade. That present worked perfectly. Rothardan then took out the red ball for the baby and bounced it a couple of times before smiling, then he walked off to find Veronna. On that thought, he noticed that the crowd were beginning to part and instantly he knew that his friend was coming close. The moment of truth was now, and hopefully Veronna would like these gifts. |
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| Shadeen | Fri Dec 14, 2007 1:18 am Post #10 |
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(OoC: Also a little short >_<) At being addressed her eyes shot up, meeting those of Varonen’s. Her whole being seemed to relax the second she saw him. “Hey,” She almost whispered the word. She smiled at Varonen before she turned her attention back to the goddess. Shadeen felt a little shiver run through her as the Goddess of Blades met her gaze. As soon as she was out of view Shadeen swore she would go find something more fitting of the occasion. She felt his hand squeeze her arm and she leaned into Varonen a little more. “Yeah. I’ve never even been this close to a God or Goddess, and I feel. . .well a little underdressed. Want to help me pick out something nice in a nearby shop?” Without really waiting for him to answer she slipped out of his arm and wrapped her fingers around his. She pulled him out of the crowd. “I really want to meet Veronna and I can’t look like this,” She smiled up at Varonen and turned a corner. Soon a nice little shop came into view and she slipped inside. She talked to the shopkeeper for a moment before she was directed into a room. The girl brought her a lovely purple dress. She slipped it on. The purple shimmered when Shadeen moved, and twirled out around her. The dress ended a few inches past her knees and had a V-cut neck. She stepped out and faced Varonen. “Good enough to face a Goddess?” She twirled. |
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