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[jpano96]

(Did pavalons princess sign back up?)

[Benathorn]

[@Halo Nova ~ Thank you for changing the image Nova and personally I really like the red pegasus you have picked. Your character is now accepted and there are now no more positions for Eldrim knights. As for not playing too many medieval RP's that is fine and we will see what you mean when you post your first response. I look forward to role playing with everyone and I have officially removed anyone who has not respond to my messages about the RP.
@Jp ~ Yes, Detective will still be playing as her character and I have sent a message asking her so. So the Pavalon princess is still playing. ^^~Benathorn

[grim.]

"Wanting to be someone else is a waste of the person you are."

"Trust is like a mirror, you can fix it....
but you can still see the crack through that reflection.'"

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"It was my heart, it was my life, it was my start, it was your knife.
This strife it dies, this life and these lies.
And these lungs have sung this song for too long.
And it's true I hurt too remember I loved you.

How could you do this to me? Look at what I made for you.
It never was enough and the world is what I gave to you.
I used to be love struck, now I'm just f**ked up.
Pull up my sleeves and see the pattern of my cuts"

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♂/16/Single/October 7th

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Branches creaked underneath my feet, my balance impeccable as the thin branch swayed and bowed underneath my weight. The ground was far below me now, the grass flattened by the strong winds that were stirring. I was nearing my destination; the mountains that had been looming ominously in the distance for days on end were finally near to me. I was deep in the heart of the mountains now, nearing Windhelm. The tree groaned underneath me and the branch bounced back into place as I leapt upwards. A firm hold of the branch above told me it was strong and safe and with no effort I pulled myself onto it. Climbing, this was what I knew. I’d known since childhood, climbing, the night, and my knives. The only things that made sense to me in this world. A world full of vast oddities, elves, pegasi, dragons, gryphons, magic, and even enchanted weapons. Those things had never made sense to me, nor had the boring routines of day to day life. The waking up at the break of dawn and running the same job until night when you’d finally tumble into bed. No, things had to be different for me. I was a different person, nocturnal if you would. I lived for the night, thrived on it even. A small grin spread across my face. I had a job to do now, and it would be done during the late hours of the night.
I jumped. Out of the tree, the massive oak tree I’d climbed to the top too, jumped out of it. It was a fast fall, cut short. The black body blazed under me, and I ready as always landed perfectly in a crouching position on the gryphon’s shoulders. I slid down so that I was seated properly. “Where’s Jett?” “She’s hunting, but she knows where to go.” “She always does.” The voice that reverberated through my mind was deep and ancient sounding, and oh-so familiar to me. My black gryphon, Obsidian. “Set me down.” “You know if you weren’t so stubborn and merely let me carry you, you would have been there days ago.” “You know me. I like to work alone and do things on my own.” “I know you do, and I respect it because I’m the same way, but sometimes help is good.” “When I need help, you’ll know.” And with that I tumbled off the great black gryphon’s back and hit the ground running.
I reached Windhelm in three hours, and infiltrated the city in two minutes. It wasn’t hard really. A few careful observations of the guards routines and the dragon’s positions and I was in the city without talking to any guards. Sure, maybe it wasn’t a great idea to sneak into a city, but it was dusk and a party seemed to be going down. Surely I wouldn’t be noticed. I traveled by the rooftops, running swiftly along the beams, leaping silently from roof to roof, no one saw me, no one heard me. Wearing all black light armor that allowed me to moved quickly and silently as well as years of experience made me excellent at these kinds of things. My objective was simple in concept. Find and assassinate a woman by the name “Deltoid Slaught.” I hadn’t asked questions when I’d been given the contract, merely had it signed in blood by myself and the person requesting it, then went on my merry way to kill the woman. I knew all I needed to know about her, where she lived, and what she looked like. I needed no more to get the job done.
The house was not hard to find, and even easier to infiltrate. I simply slid through a window the silly woman had left open. Inside it was illuminated dimly by candles. I could see her now, her chest rising and falling as she breathed heavily in her sleep. A wolfish grin spread across my face and a silver dagger slid out of my sleeve into its position in my left hand. I moved silently, sliding up to the woman. Her death was quick and clean, no time for her to scream or fight back. A quick trust of my knife through her heart and the task was done. I was careful to ensure there was no evidence and then I slipped back out of the house into the night. I met Obsidian in an obscure back alley. “Precautions,” I murmured, handing him my knives as I always did. I kept one on me, the duel blade folding knife that was always concealed so well and so easily accessible that no guard or person had ever caught me with it until they were bleeding on the ground. I watched the black gryphon take off into the night, then let out a sharp whistle. It wasn’t long before the massive silver wolf bounded up to me. Her sleek pelt fading the further down it went until by her paws it was completely white. “Time to watch the fire,” I muttered, reffering of course to the person who would eventually discover the dead woman.

"One should rather die than be betrayed. There is no deceit in death. It delivers precisely what it has promised. Betrayal, though... betrayal is the willful slaughter of hope."

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(Awww everybody has such pretty posts and, as you can see from my siggie, I'm not using pictures anymore. -_-)

•Kitayla•Age 17•Single•

Kitayla was sitting actually on the windowsill. She sighed as she looked out at the village below. It seemed much more exciting there than in the castle. In the castle everything was always so quiet. And not even the nice, peaceful quiet. No. It was the unsettling quiet that made you want to scream just to break the eerie silence of the hallways. Rowan was perched on her usual spot. On Kitayla's right shoulder. So I guess you could saw Rowan was her right hand bird...bad joke. Anyways, Kit was bored. Plain and simply. There was no other way to explain her predicament. She started wondering if she could possibly, maybe, sneak out of the castle. The thought seemed pretty pleasing to her. Nobody would probably notice if she left for just a few minutes. Making up her mind she let Rowan fly out the window and into the forest, knowing anybody would be able the recognize the Phoenix, then started searching for plainer, much plainer, clothes to wear. Kitayla soon found a brown dress that was a little torn up and dirty at the bottom. Perfect, she thought then put it on. She braided her hair into a messy braid then put on a black cloak. After doing a few more things she started planning the route she was going to take out the castle. After checking the time about a million times and checking over the route a billion times, she started walking down the hallways she had chosen silently. It took a while, but she got out and ran into the village.

[Benathorn]

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~.: Adan Cross:. ~ .:Rouge:. ~ .:Male:. ~ .:24:. ~ .:Human/Dark Elf:. ~

Aden watched from the shadows as a lone form slipped through the city walls without being noticed. His pale ice teal eyes reflected in the night, a tall tale sign that he had elf blood running through his veins. A lone caw echoed in the darkness as a black raven with sharp blue eyes singled out the form and alighted on the man's shoulder "You are just going to allow the human kill another person?" The raven voice was silent and only echoed in the minds it wished as Aden continued to stare at the massive Keep of Windhelm. Soft lights filtered out through the windows of the Keep indicating a large celebration was being held "The boy is a Blackhand Assassin, we met when I was in the order. If he is here then Rasputin will not be far behind to follow up on the kill." The raven bobbed it's sleek black head with a silent caw as it's beak hung open as if to speak "My brother and Rasputin must be stopped no matter the cost. The sword lays hidden in the Keep yet it moves with it's user. As to who holds it's blade I know not." Aden took in the the ancient birds words as he followed the scene from a distance. The boy had killed his target as was expected and a shadow of yet another bird flashed above across the full moon. "This party just keeps getting more and more interesting." Aden mused as Hugin locked eyes with the other bird whose eyes bled red while they glinted crimson "Munin knows." whispered Hugin as he looked up to his brother and a dark figure stood on the rooftops not far away. The eerie howls of the mans hell-hounds bellowed into the night and seeped fear into the souls of the unwary "Seems like he brought his hunting hounds as well." Aden tensed but the form of Rasputin seemed to disappear as clouds obscured the moon "What is he planning? I never liked his mind games." Hugin looked to the keep and flapped his wings in response "He plans to take the sword of Peace, hurry but be cautious halfling. We must not alert the dragons who perch above. If they start then they will spew flames of anger and fury." Aden jumped down from his perch, making his way slowly to the Keep and the inhabitants inside. It seemed Rasputin was in town and that meant Chaos would soon follow with Balance not far behind.

[HollowSoull]

- Howl Nephetys -

Walking around the town, what a beautiful place, surely all the Kingdom of Windhelm was amazing. A clear blue sky above his head, doves taking it's flights, people around, all happy, smiling... but yet the feeling of loss, as the lonely musician walked around. "What a beautiful world indeed... but how can I appreciate such things, if I don't even remember my past... if I never had such a beautiful life..." Howl said to himself, Harvy looked at him with a sad face, and just turned to the other side. As he reached those giant gates of the castle, he started to think of a plan to get in. Looking at the guards, the security was tight, "No way to get in by the front gate with a welcome party huh...?", there where benches along the bridge that leads to the castle, Howl sat on one of them, looked around, the wind on his face, what a wonderful sensation... "Now I know why this place is called Windhelm.", he got a blade of grass from the ground, and started to whistle a pretty melody, everyone around could hear it.

After a few minutes a group of musicians came, they were going to the ceremony, to play at the "after speech" party, "Jackpot.", they listened to him playing and were amazed, after a little talk about musics, and feelings, the oportunity came. "Sir! You should join us at the castle's party!", so he did. Howl entered the castle with the group, a strong structured building, the lower part was old, yet a little dirty, they walked upstairs until reaching the ballroom where the party would happen. It was majestic, giant opened windows, the curtains and flags dancing with the wind, a big long dinner table, full of foods and an amazing decoration. Reaching the place where the musicans would stand, they started to organize everything. "I'm so excited! It's my first time playing to the royal family, I can't wait to see his majesty", the younger of them said, "You're kidding right? I'm way focused into the princess! Dang, she's so pretty... don't you think so Howl?", after spacing out a little he answered "Yeah... the princess...". He walked to the window and looked all the kingdom from above, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. "They'll be here soon, 5mins, get ready!". "Our meeting is close to happen... now I just ask myself what to do next...". But why Howl wanted to meet with the princess? And how does he knows her?

[Sorry for the short post, I'm not feeling well today. Oh, and I'm glad that Kit is back, when I've read the old Eldemore, Alana and Kit where my favorite characters, hehe.]

[Ylva Rane]

‡ Sorina Voras ‡

"Did you see that?"

Sorina had managed to doze off slightly, lulled to sleep by the wind and the soft glow of twilight. Now, she observed, it was completely night, the stars twinkling so near to her, and the crescent moon appearing over the crest of the mountains surrounding the keep. She stretched lazily, roused by Gaenor's voice, looking up at the sky. "No, I didn't. What did you see?"

"A slight disturbance in the night." Gaenor growled, his bronze glare searching for something, though Sorina wasn't sure what. "Stars that disappeared and appeared again, as though something flew by and covered them."

"Observant, aren't you?" Sorina replied and searched the sky as well. "I don't see why there's cause for alarm. It was probably a bird."

"No," Gaenor said firmly, rising from his comfortable position as his eyes continued to search. "From a distance, it was the size of a bird. Therefore--"

"It is bigger than a bird in actuality, and I assume it wasn't a dragon." Gaenor would have recognized a dragon, she realized as she stood and nimbly balanced on the windowsill. "I don't think there is anything to worry about, but you want to check it out, yes?" Gaenor grunted in response and spread his wings. With a burst of wind that threatened to push Sorina off the sill, the black dragon took off, flying into the sky to search for his mysterious creature. Sorina smiled as she watched him fly, reflecting on how touchy Gaenor was about other creatures entering dragon territory with express permission. She still didn't think it was a problem, but as Gaenor would say, Sorina didn't think a lot of things were much of a problem. At least, she didn't act that way.

Now, there was a party to attend. Sorina liked parties only for a few reasons, foremost among them was the music and food. She did appreciate a nice feast, and she was always ready to listen to music. Socializing was fun, but nobles could sometimes be so dull. You always had to find the right ones to talk to, otherwise you'll end up listening to a long and dreadful story about who-cares-what. Sorina closed the large window of her tower and proceeded to exit her rooms, confident that if Gaenor found whatever he was looking for, he would tell her eventually. Until then, she would eat in a cheerful, easy-going atmosphere.

Being completely at the far end of the castle grounds, walking to the ballroom would take a while, but Sorina enjoyed long walks. She could easily cast the right spell and send herself to the ballroom doors, but if she always did that, she might miss something interesting. It was wonderous what a person might find or overhear on a simple walk. For instance, as she passed a couple of gossiping servants, Sorina heard that instead of the king, the princess Alana would be leading the procession to the Stonehenge. It was a good cause for the excitement the servants certainly showed. The White Princess was respected and adored by most, if not all, of the Windhelm people. Sorina herself enjoyed the princess's company. It was a great honor to be bestowed with the responsibility of the success of the Peace Ceremony. Perhaps she should consider going this year. With Alana at the head, Sorina figured something interesting might happen.

The sound of chattering voices grew ever louder as Sorina approached the ballroom, sending a bigger smile to her face. After the time it took to get there, Gaenor had still not contacted her about his mysterious sighting. Perhaps it was nothing to worry about after all.

[jpano96]

~.:Lyden:. ~ .: Pavalon:. ~ .:Male:. ~ .:23:. ~

Lyden laid his gauntlet on the perch beside the window. She left again. He told himself and sighed in frustration. How was he to keep her safe when she wandered off into the village? He brought his legs up and over the window sill and whistled shrilly. His hair whipped back as he hesitated a moment then the next he stepped off and fell from the window sill. His arms were stretched out, the metal that surrounded them like vines was light and airy as he continued to fall. A shadow passed over him and a shrill screech made him look up to see Aldwyn, his ever trusty griffon. Its golden fur was barely visible as it swooped under him and Lyden grabbed onto the hold to steady himself. Lyden's legs squeezed ever so gently on the left side of Aldwyn's ribs and he obeyed, taking direction to the village. [i]Where is she? he wondered as Aldwyn swooped down to land. His wings expanded, taking the size of the alley and tapped lightly on the wind to slow the impact. His claw like feet struck the ground and he folded his wings neatly back against his side while Lyden brushed his shoulder. Lyden frowned and slid off of his mount. Were is she? [/i]

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•Kitayla•Age 17•Single•

Meanwhile...Kitaya was frolicking (is that how you spell it?) through the village looking like she had not a care in the world. Did you believe me? Actually, she was looking as if somebody was going to try to stab her any minute. That's a lie too. Now to the truth! Kitayla was walking through the village cautiously, but looking like she was enjoying herself. She kept the hood of her cloak over head to hide her face and didn't really speak to anybody for long. She was scared that somebody would recognize her and drag her back to the castle so she could get scolded by her parents, but still was making sure to have a good time and not worry too much. What would be the fun that? Kit started walking with a little more confidence after a could of minutes, but still had her gaurd up. She had brought a little dagger, okay maybe a couple little throwing knives, just in case something were to...happen. They were hidden in small, hardly noticeable, pockets in her cloak. Kitayla would have brought her sword, but then she realized people would get suspicios if a girl was carrying around a sword. But, maybe they wouldn't. They were in a war after all. She mentally shrugged pushing the thought aside and focusing more on thinking about what she should do since she was in the village. Rowan was following her stealthily, which, for a bird like her, was not easy.

[The Scribe]

Anastas patted Ashkook gently on the neck then walked off to the castle to join the party. It was a long walk from her family's cottage, but she didn't mind. She enjoyed the cool night air that blew her light blond hair gently to the side as she walked. The knight's hand moved to the her sword, Animus, that she always had strapped ao her waist. She gripped the hilt lightly, enjoying the familiar hold it had. She walked with her head high, after all she was a knight, and they were to be known as noble. Occasionally she would look around at the many cottages and shops as she passed.

Anastas listened to the villagers as she walked, catching few words as her pace was brisk. She heard many rumors from gossiping villagers. Stories of a musician, a blacksmith's apprentice burning his hand, and many other things. But the gossip that intrigued her the most was that of which the White Princess would be leading their kingdom at the meeting with Pavalon at Stonehenge. At these words, Anastas looked over at the villagers talking, her eyebrows raised slightly. Both looked at the knight with slightly nervous faces. One eyeballed the sword strapped to her waist.

Anastas gave them a curt nod then looked forward again and quickened her pace ever so slightly. Once she reached the castle walls, Anastas gave a small nod to the guards, then walked into the castle grounds. She walked up to the large doors and opened one just wide enough for the girl to slip inside. She walked down the halls, her footsteps echoing loudly through the empty chambers. The knight walked slowly up the stairs and into the ballroom to be met with many people or different sorts of rankings and music. Anastas stood near the doors, looking for a familiar face, someone exciting to talk to. She also wanted to congratulate the princess when she got the chance. Anastas took a few steps inside, a smile appeared on her face as she walked silently around the room.