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The Forgotten and the Nameless; {P}
Topic Started: Sat Mar 1, 2008 9:12 am (284 Views)
Pandora.Akana
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Pandora released a heavy sigh, as she let herself fall into the comforting hold of a large wooden bench behind the small nameless tavern where she worked. This tavern was not as decadent as the Song of Elves Tavern, or as rough and dangerous as the Bloodseal Tavern, but this small tavern had a quality of mystery and secrecy that never diminished in all of the years Pandora had been employed. Well, employed was a rather strong word for her situation. She had wandered in the establishment’s doors five years ago with no memory and no possessions accept the clothes she was wearing. The tavern and inn master, a wiry old man with long white hair and a beard to match, took her in and gave her a room in the attic. She had been working as a barmaid since.

It was no exaggeration that this small nameless tavern held a mysterious power about it, and not just because of its nameless state. All of the patrons were strange, cloaked and huddle together in groups, only speaking in whispers. When she looked out the dusty windows into the streets it seemed that the average person walked passed the little establishment without giving it so much as a second glance, as if it didn’t exist to them at all. Pulling her legs up onto the bench, she sat cross-legged taking survey of the small courtyard behind the tavern and inn. She smiled at her flowers, herbs, vegetables and small fruit trees that tangled themselves together in an appealing aesthetic manner. When she had arrived it had been nothing more than a dusty desert, and the master of the establishment seemed more than pleased to let her have reigns over the small plot.

Pandora lifted her fair face to the starlit sky. She had always felt like star gazing was never one-sided, she believed the stars did as much watching as the watcher. She gave her head a little shake, rustling her chestnut hair that was framing her face. A strong feeling of faint remembrance fell over her. “Did I think that, or did someone tell me that once, long ago?” She shook her head once again, as if trying to rid herself of the strange and unwelcome feeling.

One would think that a young woman in her state would be rushing to find all means to restore her memory. The small number of times she had divulged her state to an acquaintance in the market or the Taras Library she was always met with a similar response. They would take one look at Pandora and say, “There must be a handsome husband, a beautiful manner and perhaps even children anxiously waiting your return? Or if not a husband, perhaps a court anxious for the most beautiful lady that ever graced their halls to make a dramatic appearance once more”

Pandora did not know why, but she did not agree. Every fibre of her being told her to leave what was forgotten. She almost felt danger at the thought of the reveal of what was left behind. Sometimes she allowed herself to speculate on what perhaps had lead up to the event of her memory being taken from her, and the nights after those seldom days of speculation, the dreams… If the dreams were any indication… Of course, they were just silly dreams.

She quickly rose to her feet, as if running from something and found her way over to a small row of plants. She busied herself with filling the front pocket of her apron with the deliciously sweet fruit and returned to her perch on the wooden bench. She brought one of the strawberries to her face, smelling the earthy and sweet odour it released. She then bit into it greedily, the red juices staining her lips.

Relaxing again, she did not let her mind wander, simply cleared it of all conscious thought and let herself enjoy the feeling of the star- and moonlight on her skin and the sweet taste of the fruit. Pandora lost all track of time, and just let the night consume her. She suddenly was brought back to the immediate reality when she heard the soft sound of a twig snapping. Her whole body became tense as she glanced around. She wasn’t sure why, rustles of the night never bothered her before, but his was different, something was different.

She tried to keep her breathing controlled as she clutched the few remaining berries in her hand, as if she could use them as weapons against whatever might be lurking in the shadows of the night.



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Shagarez Syliano
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No noise sounded forth from each step he took, but instead from the woman along side of his flank. The two of them were quite an odd looking couple; the man clad in dark skull adorned armor, with long baggy clothing that seemed to sway with each elegant movement he made. The woman wore a slim fitting black dress, which hung loosely around her legs, swaying and curling its way in the soft breeze behind her. She held mid-back long brown hair, curled in its nature but finely bound back in a black ribbon to keep it out of her face. What those around them would notice would be the way their skin contrasted so drastically; the woman’s actually holding a faint hint of color to hers while the man’s was nothing less than pale white. On top of that, the woman’s eyes seemed to be unfocused in their nature and glossy in their appearance, leading most to think of her being in that of a hypnotic state should one stare at her for far too long.

Each head seemed to turn towards them while they passed by, before they ducked down a small passage in between two buildings. Almost as soon as they reached the end of the passage, the man would stop abruptly, grasped onto the woman’s wrist to swing her around into his arms. A soft hushed whisper would break his lips and his head would lower to hers, “I can’t wait any longer…” That’s when his eyes noticed something, as did his ears when they heard the sound of breathing and the rapid beat of a heart. Almost instantaneously, the hand holding her arm would jerk her swiftly back to her original erect stance. Inwardly he growled to himself, knowing full well that they were no longer alone like he had hoped. The hunger within him burned, but it would not be quelled until the two of them were alone. Releasing his hand from her arm, it would then usher forward in slow succession.

Complying with the gesture, the woman stepped out into the open space behind the building, looking around cautiously. That’s when her eyes fell upon a woman sitting on a nearby bench, causing a smile to eek across her features. Issuing a slight bow, the woman would regard the Pandora quietly, “We’re sorry to bother you, Ma’am…”

As the two exchanged communication amongst themselves. Shagarez would move his way around to the side of the woman; allowing his crystalline blue hues to focus upon Pandora, while the woman began to speak again.

“We weren’t aware someone would be here. I am Amelia and that’s Shagarez. We’re not from these parts of the land, I come from Balefire and he, I’m not too sure about…” The second she finished her introduction, Shagarez would place a hand upon the center of her chest and proceeded to push her lightly back and behind him. Now standing in front of Amelia, his arms would lift and cross themselves over his chest, as his head tilted off to the side curiously. In a slow eloquent tone, his voice would pick up over the silence that now instilled itself amongst them, “I could tell by your eyes you were afraid. That however, is none of my concern. What IS of my concern involves whatever’s in your hand. From the looks of it, I would have to assume it’s some sort of fruit…” Slowly his eyes would stray from her and down to the plot of soil, “And if that’s right…What persay were you planning to do with that said fruit?”
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