[Lady Atheilen]

Go ahead.

Basically, these are the equivalents of the warrens. For now I'm calling them aspects because I can't think of anything better. They only work on certain worlds, though.

Riaka'nis: wind, air
Gelin'hali: fire (remember new quest thread)
Salis'adin: water
Salis'nai: ice
Daini'calren: light
Daini'rethpa: shadow
Daini'sovaknes: dark
(I wasn't sure about those last three. Putting them in the same 'group seemed a bit too erikson-esque, although the theme wouldn't be nearly as emphasized. What do you think?)
Capin'zalon: stone
Capin'something or other-damn, need my notes, and they won't open: earth
Nais'ila: life (used by healers, can be used in conjunction with another aspect)
Nas'eln: death
Nas'decryn: the demonic aspect, can be used with other aspects , although works best with Daini' anything)

"All that breaks must be discarded, even as the thunder of faith returns ever fading echoes."-Anomandaris-Fisher Kel'Tath

[Lady Atheilen]

Sure.
I'm going to be a Faydian and have Daini'rethpa.

Ok, just to let you know, more than one person can have the same aspect.

"All that breaks must be discarded, even as the thunder of faith returns ever fading echoes."-Anomandaris-Fisher Kel'Tath

[Lady Atheilen]

IC: Lairelle collapsed onto her bed, weak with relief. She sobbed, out of pain and tiredness and nerves stretched to their limits.
"Oh, child..."
Daemon stood in her doorway, a look of concern on his face. He crossed over to her.
"Don't cry, now, my dear. I'm not going to hurt you. It's all right."
"I know," she managed, "it's just..."
"You've had a very trying day, haven't you?"
"Yes, Master."
"Tell you what, I'll bring you some food, and then you may go to sleep, all right?"
"Master, it's still early..."
"Don't argue, Lairelle."
"Sorry," she mumbled.
"I will be back in a moment."
He returned a short time later, with her food. Lairelle nibbled on a crust of bread, not trusting the tea on the tray. Knowing Daemon, he had probably put some strange herb in there, to make her sleep.
"Tomorrow, we go to Calris, to Erethal where my sister rules."
Lairelle felt a surge of excitement run through her. "Really? I haven't been out of the city in a year!"
Daemon gave her a quizzical look. "I don't recall you leaving a year ago. Not with my permission, anyway."
Oops. "Ah, well, you see, what I meant by that is..."
Daemon held up a hand. "Do I want to hear this?"
"Probably not."
He smiled. "All right then. Don't tell me."
"I can't even hate you, you know." She sighed.
"Would you prefer me to be cruel, Lairelle?"
"No, Master."
"I have never been overly harsh with you, have I?"
"Well, there was that time two years ago when you took your belt to me..."
"Oh, please. That wasn't even a beating."
"I have scars, Master. That inflicted serious emotional damage."
Daemon snorted. "You do not have scars, and it did not permanently harm you. In fact, it did you good."
"How can you call that good?"
"Well, it put a curb on your tongue, for once."
"Exactly. How could you live without my helpful comments?"
"I'm sure I could find a way."
Lairelle was just about to retort with a sharp comeback when Daemon started shaking. His face turned white, and he gasped in pain.
"Master? Master, are you all right?"
Daemon suddenly let out a scream. He collapsed to the floor, writhing in pain, his hands on his head.
"Master!" Lairelle cried out in alarm.
"Lairelle! Gods, no, child!"
"Master, I'm here," she said, dropping to her knees by his side.
"No! Lairelle, no...too dangerous..."
"I'm here," she whispered, placing a hand lightly on his contorted face.
"No...no, sworn...to protect...failed you. Lairelle..."
He took a long, shuddering breath.
And was silent.
For a moment, Lairelle was positive he was dead.
Then she noticed the slight rise and fall of his chest, and could have wept with relief.
His eyes fluttered open. "Lairelle. You're all right."
"Of course I am. It's you I'm concerned about. Master, what happened?"
"I...I had a vision. Gods, it's been years..."
Lairelle stared at him blankly.
"The Aturin gift. Or curse. A way to see...possible futures."
"I didn't know it hurt so much."
"It doesn't. Not usually. But I saw..." He trailed off.
"Something to do with me?"
"Yes."
A cold knot of fear formed in Lairelle. "Master, what was it?"
"I cannot tell you, child. You would be too frightened."
Daemon got up off the floor. "Child," he said, "I think you had better give me some of that tea I made for you."
"Yes, Master." She handed him the cup, and he drank it all down, shuddering.
"Disgusting. Ah, well. You may have my bed tonight, Lairelle. I will sleep in this one."
"Yes, Master," she said. At any other time, she would have been thrilled at this luxury, but right now she was too worried about Daemon to care.
Daemon lay down on her bed, not even bothering to remove his clothes before he fell asleep.
So that was a sleeping draught. The best Lairelle could do for him was to remove his boots and outer cloak and draw the covers up around him.
Lairelle herself got no sleep that night, not even in Daemon's comfortable bed. Her mind was plagued with worry, both for herself and for her Master.
Gods, what did he see?

The next morning, Lairelle awoke to find her Master nearly back to normal.
"Lairelle," he said when she came down to find him, "I want you to pack some of my things for me."
"At once, Master. I will bring my own things as well."
"Oh, no, you won't. You see, you're not going."
"Master!"
"Don't argue, Lairelle."
"But, Master..."
"You will remain inside the palace until I give you leave to go."
His face was sterner than she had ever seen it.
"But why?" she asked.
"It is too dangerous for you to go. Now, will you give me your word that you will not attempt to leave, or must I lock you in a tower cell until I return?"
"Master..."
"Come with me." He marched her through the palace, up several stairs, to the holding cells at the top.
"Hold my irrith amin until I return," he said to the expressionless warden.
Then he turned away, without another word to her.

There is no death in light

[Anomander]

Shocked, that's the only word to accurately describe how Daemon felt. Gingerly he probed his throbing cheek, wincing slighty as his palm rested momentarily over the red skin.
Well I'll be.....her spirit is far from broken. What a pleasant surprise.
Rising, the mage ascended the few stairs to Lairelle's chambers, trying hard to remove the smirk that had spread across his face. Upon arrival, Daemon quietly opened her door to see his irrith amin's back to him.
"Lairelle," he said in a deadpan tone, "turn and face me."
Visibly shaking, the girl turned towards him, with her hands hidden beneath the folds of her cloak.
"Now child, I assume you know the punishment for what you have done?"
A jerky nod was her only answer, her eyes fixed on the floor. Smiled broadening, Daemon continued. "Mercifully enough for you, I do not believe in such.....extreme mesures. You would be of more use to me with both your hands intact."
Lairelle's eyes lifted, and were greeted by her master's warm smile.
"But Master, why?" she questioned.
"Because my dear," he chuckled, "despite all outward appearances, I have growen fond of your ways. I should have known your only reaction to me would have been an outburst such as was witnessed earlier."
She smiled weakly, but the moment passed as Daemon cleared his throat and continued talking.
"However, don't jump to the conclusion that I'm letting you off that easy. I want you to keep in mind that this is the last time I will tolerate such behaviour from you, and in the future you will suffer the full consequences of your actions."
"Yes Master," she muttered.
"Good, I'm glad we understand each other. I will see you at supper then."
Reaching the door, Daemon turned and gave a slight wink before continuing into the corridor.

And so the First denied their Mother,
in their fury, and so were cast out,
doomed children of Mother Dark.

[Monok]

*Shai held his arms up in a placating gesture to the sorcerer and responded with the same relaxed tone.*

Peace friend, I mean no harm. It's just we very rarely get such... noble company here. Incidently, if you do try anything... well... lets just say the people here don't like it when palace folk come into the Core and harm its occupants.

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"Let he that hath understanding count the number of the beast; for it is the number of a man, and his number is six hundred, three score and six."
-Revelation, Chapter 13, verse 18

[Anomander]

Well since I particularily liked Vakar, I would like to be the position he held, Lord of Riaka'nis. I haven't yet thought of a name, but I wanted to lay claim to the title.

And so the First denied their Mother,
in their fury, and so were cast out,
doomed children of Mother Dark.

[Apsalar]

She woke still exhausted. The light blanket that had been put on her had stuck to parts of her back and she couldn't take it off without re-opening the wounds.
"Telis," came a whispered voice from towards her feet
"I brought something for you."
She turned her head and froze when she saw Lairelle.
"Please leave. Master says I'm not to talk to you."
"You don't have to talk. I just thought you might like something to read."
"...I would appretiate that, sister."
Lairelle set the books down on a table beside Telissen.
"Why?" she wondered aloud.
"Why are you doing this?"

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None but a coward dares to boast that he has never known fear.
Ferdinand Foch (1851 - 1929)

[caladanbrood]

Sorry this is so late

Name: Vahntiel Daskin
Age: 41
Group: Pureblood rebel
Aspect: Master of Nas’decryn, also has Daini’calren as a secondary aspect.
Secondary weapon: Double bladed tulwar.
Appearance: Shabby, tattered clothes, thin, brown hair.
Personality: Annoying, irritating manner forced him out of the palace. However, this hides a sharp mind. Can ignore a lot of insults, but after a certain point, explodes in anger, with a blue-touch-paper temper.
Irrith Amin: Versaata Vahntiela Keltan. Obedient to the point of obsession, like many, but still obstinately independent at heart.
Strengths: Demonic summoning, and his network of spies.
Weaknesses: Arrogant, mocking and dismissive of anyone he thinks is weaker than himself.

That OK?

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Are you sad because its raining?
Or is it raining because you're sad?

[This message was edited by Caladan Desrin Brood on 06 April 2003 at 04:22 AM.]

[This message was edited by caladanbrood on 19 August 2003 at 02:01 PM.]

[Lady Atheilen]

OOC: Finally! I shall have more time for this now that I'm out of school.

IC: Daemon had heard her pleading. "What is it, Lairelle?" he asked. He was frowning slightly.
The concern in his voice, the caring, was more than she could bear. "N-nothing, Master," she stammered.
I have to tell him. He has to know what he chose to raise.
"Is there anything you wish to tell me, Lairelle?"
The damned man could read her mind. She took a deep breath.
Daemon merely waited.
"No, Master," she whispered.
Oh, great, you're not only a filthy whore; you're a cowardly filthy whore.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Master."
"Lairelle, child, if it's about the prison...I want you to know, I would never have put you down there. All I wanted was for you to be safe...gods, I'm sorry."
He was apologizing to her. She was the scum of the earth, and he was apologizing to her.
"It's all right, Master. You did what you had to do."
"I did not do enough."
Lairelle thought a moment. "Your vision. It hasn't happened yet."
Daemon sighed. "No, it hasn't."
"This means more restrictions, doesn't it?" Lairelle groaned.
Daemon, unexpectedly, laughed. "Yes, my dear irrith amin, I'm afraid it does." He held up a hand to stifle her objection. "Only for a little while, you understand. Please. Indulge an old man's foolish whims, if that's how you see it."
"Master, you're only twelve years older than I am."
"I'm Lord Aturin." He offered no further explanation.
"Master..." she said timidly.
"Yes, Lairelle?"
"If it's not too much to ask...would it be possible for me to eat? I haven't had a good meal in I don't know how long."
"Of course."
"And...may I have a bath? I feel very dirty right now.
"My, aren't we demanding. Karisia has said that her servants will assist you."
"Thank you."
"And Lairelle?"
"Yes, Master?"
"If you decide you wish to tell me something, you have only to say so, and I will listen. You needn't be afraid, child."
If you knew... "Thank you, my Master."
After the queen's servants had helped her bathe and served her a meal, she asked them it would be possible to see the Lady Telissin.
Two of Karisia's maids exchanged a look. "The Lady Telissin is...indisposed."
"Please," she begged them, "ask the Queen. I really do need to see her."
One of the maids came in, curtsied, and said "Lady Faydian, Queen Karisia grants you her permission to visit the irrith amin. She would also like to invite you to an audience at your earliest convenience- she suggested tomorrow."
"I would be honoured to see the Queen, at whatever time she may desire me."
The maid nodded. "I will take you to Lady Telissin now."
Telis was lying on her stomach in the palace infirmary, shivering.
"The Queen's healers have been attending her, of course."
Lairelle sat on a chair by Telis' bed. "Telis," she hissed.
"Lairelle." Telis' voice was weak.
"I'm so sorry, Telis. Has he done this before?"
"No, never like this. My Master is not a cruel man."
Lairelle snorted. Telis must have heard it, for she said, "No, really, he's not. He's somewhat indifferent to me, but he's never actually hurt me, except for the occasional slap."
"Telis, he whipped you harder than I have ever seen anyone whipped, and I've seen a lot."
"He was being merciful. He let me keep my life."
"Merciful? You call that merciful?" Although Lairelle knew Telis was speaking the truth. Tele'men could have had her executed for her crime.
"Yes, I call that merciful. I deserved what I got."
"Telis," she asked, "why did you do it?"
Telis didn't answer. Instead, she let out a shuddering sob.
An infirmary attendant came rushing up to them. "My lady, I'm sorry, but Lady Telissin needs to rest. And, judging from the condition in which you were brought here, I'd say you do too."
Telis continued crying. The attendant came to Lairelle and ushered her out of the room.
Damnit. We're all broken. All of us.
"Lairelle!" Telis called.
One of the healers shushed her.
Lairelle walked out, cursing under her breath.

There is no death in light

[Lady Atheilen]

No, it's just than anything in the Nais' or Nas' groups can be used with others.

But wind could hold sway over water, like you could make a big freakin wave, but you wouldn't have the aspect exactly.

(Some have had more than one, but I'd prefer if we didn't in this war, to avoid uber-chars)

"All that breaks must be discarded, even as the thunder of faith returns ever fading echoes."-Anomandaris-Fisher Kel'Tath

[Lady Atheilen]

Queen Karisia Aturin was an attractive woman in her middle thirties, not yet beginning to show signs of age. She had her brother's dark hair, but was darker of skin than Daemon, and her eyes were almost black.
"Ah, come in, Lady Lairelle," she said, as soon as the guards had escorted her to Karisia's private sitting room.
Lairelle crossed over to the queen, sank into a deep curtsey, and held it. "Majesty, you honour me."
She could feel Karisia's amused smile. "Oh, get up, child. To hell with protocol here." Seeing the shocked expression of her guard, she waved a hand in his direction. "Leave us, Tanir."
Lairelle got to her feet, standing before the queen awkwardly. She wished Daemon had spent more time instructing her in royal protocol.
"Sit down, Lady Faydian. There are, after all, chairs for two."
Lairelle did as she bid her.
"So, Lairelle- may I call you Lairelle?" At her nod she continued. "You are my brother's irrith amin?"
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"Call me Karisia, child, when we are alone. We are, after all, near-kin."
Lairelle objected. "But that seems...rude and disrespectful, my lady."
Karisia smiled. "I understand your qualms. I, too, was once an irrith amin. Please do feel free to use my name, howevwer."
"As you wish, my...Karisia." she stumbled over the name.
"How long have you been with my brother, Lairelle?"
"Four years." She couldn't help feeling a faint flush of pride as she said it? Had it been that long, already? Only six years left...
If they lived through the six years.
"And before that you were statusless, am I correct?"
"You are."
"A most unusual case. My brother must have seen something remarkable in you."
Lairelle blushed. "I highly doubt it."
"I don't. Lairelle, has he treated you well?"
Lairelle was somewhat surprised by this question. "Yes..."
"He has never...how shall I put this, taken advantage of his position as your lord?"
She got what she meant. "No." Not Daemon, anyway.
"That is a relief."
Suddenly, a little girl was in the doorway. "Mama?"
Karisia rose. "You shouldn't be here, Kalian. Your nurse will be upset with you."
"But Mama..."
"I'll see you later, my little one." She pulled the girl into a one-armed embrace. As she did so, her robe moved back to reveal the stump of her severed right hand.
Lairelle flinched. Karisia didn't seem to notice.
"Come on, child. Back to your rooms." Karisia flashed a smile of apology to Lairelle.
When she came back, she was quiet for a moment. "My daughter, Kalian Aturin," she whispered. "My heir, and gifted."
She knew what that meant. A future irrith amin, bound one day for subservience and a collar, not the respect her blood entitled her to.
Lairelle knew every mother hoped her daughters would be ungifted. She also knew that those hopes were usually in vain.
It must be doubly worse for Karisia, being both a queen and so terribly abused by her own Master.
"I'm sorry, my lady," Lairelle said.
"So am I."
"Who was your Master?" Lairelle asked, suddenly curious.
Karisia grimaced. "His name was Careth Tele'men."
"Rael's..."
"Uncle. He and I knew each other, when I was at the palace. So alike..."
"Except that Rael is 'merciful.'" Her sarcasm was blatant.
"So merciful that he whipped the skin off his irrith amin's back," Karisia replied.
"Exactly."
"Listen, Lairelle, I know why you are here. And I am more sympathetic than not. I will do all I can to help you. But you must understand, if matters turn against you, I must keep my ties to the palace open. We are, after all, one of the High Bloodlines, and we cannot jeapordize ourselves just because of one wayward son."
Lairelle nodded. Politics. She understood, although it pained her.
Karisia continued. "But all aid that is within my power, I will give. Both to you and to my brother.
"And Telis?"
"And Telis."
"Karisia..." Lairelle said. "You know your brother."
"I do."
"Would he...do you think he would...renounce a servant of his if she did something...shameful?"
Karisia smiled. "And what is it you have done, Lairelle?"
"Ummm, well..."
Karisia held up a hand. "Be calm, child. Daemon cares for you. I highly doubt he will stop."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
She sensed that this was the conclusion of the interview, and so rose and curtsied again.
"It has been a pleasure, Lady Faydian," Karisia said as she made ready to leave.
"And you, Your Majesty."
Sad, knowing eyes followed her out.

There is no death in light

[Monok]

OOC:Fine then, just ignore me!

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"Let he that hath understanding count the number of the beast; for it is the number of a man, and his number is six hundred, three score and six."
-Revelation, Chapter 13, verse 18

[Anomander]

OOC: Anyway...getting back to the story.
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He had nearly finished his supper when the main doors to the hall opened with a bang. Turning, Daemon recognized the one person he had been avoiding all along.
Damn, from now on I eat in my quarters....
"Rael," he said, rising to greet the man, "what a pleasant surprise seeing you here. Please, sit."
Raising an eyebrow at the invitation, Rael cautiously seated himself across from Daemon.
"I must admit to some curiousity on my part," admonished Daemon, "I had fully expected you to be enjoying yourself at the festival."
Let's hope I play this right....

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OOC: If this ruined something SL, sorry, but it needed to be done.

And so the First denied their Mother,
in their fury, and so were cast out,
doomed children of Mother Dark.

[Lady Atheilen]

*sigh* thought this was worth a try.

Okay, I thought we might use the city of Andorel Phai in my stories (see Crown of Flame, Chain of Wind topic in writing forum) for a war/rp thing.

I have conditions for this, though, and they are:
1. No one uses my characters. I repeat, no one uses my characters, roleplaying or otherwise. (A possible exception to this rule would be the Selind, but you still couldn't play her) I'd set it in a different time than the book.

2. I get to have say over the content. I mean, you could post what you want, but you couldn't go against the background. I'm not trying to be mean here.

That's it, really. I'd like to see who wants to do this before posting the background for the war, though.

Oh, and this doesn't mean I want to stop Darujhistan.

Also, some of it might contain spoilers for the book, so be arned. (if you care)

"All that breaks must be discarded, even as the thunder of faith returns ever fading echoes."-Anomandaris-Fisher Kel'Tath