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 Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2005 4:45 am
[Symph]
He would have shrieked if he had been able to recover from the shock, however by the time he had recovered he had lost the ability to speak and was clinging somewhat desperately to his mount. His attempt to maintain his composure had once again been shattered by something as silly as an equidyne and now - His eyes widened as he came to terms with the direction he was heading and with a yelp he pulled himself into a relatively decent position.
Granted he looked terribly dishevelled and was by no means appearing to be the most presentable of alocytes at this precise moment in time but at least he was managing to sit upright on the beast.
He would have to come up with an excuse though - perhaps the excuse was that he couldn't ride?
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2005 8:51 am
The beast finally stopped his crazy gallop to cantered through the people and stands of the market place with very careful footing. Several people giggled at the way Symph looked more like luggage than a rider as they went past. And finally, what stopped Caullis was a nice trough. That was quite a distance he galloped and he was now quite thirsty. after briskly trotting over to the trough he immersed himself in a long drink. The trough itself was located in front of a bar where people seemed to be gathering for some sort of hunt.
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2005 8:56 am
[Symph]
A little worse for wear and terribly dishevelled, the poor alocyte tumbled off the steed in an undignified manner and clung to the saddle to prevent himself from swaying unsteadily on his feet. He couldn't help but develop a mild blush upon his cheeks in those brief instances in which people took to gazing at him and then with a sigh he adjusted his bag upon his shoulder, cleared his throat and turned his attentions to the tavern.
For a while he simply observed those gathering for the hunt and then with a small sigh, he shrugged and proceeded to make his way inside - not only was he thirst and hungry but he was also curious as to what was going on or about to occur within the vicinity.
<...Moving on to quest thread...>
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2005 6:34 am
[Symph]
His headache had failed to cease but his vision had returned to him enough to document the events that had transgressed within the tavern. Despite the somewhat scrawled handwriting and on occasions the incoherent sentences he was capable of keeping a document of the event in every detail - he included what he had seen, who he had met and the injuries in which he had endured in his attempt to catch these 'Vixies'.
It took quite a long time to document such a thing in his given state but as he sat back to marvel at the work before him he couldn't help but smile. Alas, even though he had endured such injuries he had been given the opportunity to partake in something the locals enjoyed and it seemed that his own kind (the Lyonells) had been rather successful in the hunt which was another boost to his happiness, his kind truly were one of the best!
Nevertheless, after a few moments he did release a sigh and after finishing the last of his water he very slowly made his way towards the bed where he would rest up for the night before returning to the kingdom as requested - hopefully his mount would be somewhat more forgiving until he had recovered enough to endure such torture again but only time would tell in regards to that.
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Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2005 3:43 am
[Symph]
It was going to be a decidedly long day, but having recovered from his initial headache he gathered his possessions together and made his way outside again, nodding in thanks to those who had granted him such hospitality the previous night - that then done he had no other choice other than to face his beloved steed again and to continue on his way towards the capital; fun.
Offering a wry smile to the mount who he knew would cause him problems, he quickly retacked and mounted the beast, patting his neck to indicate he was ready to continue towards the specified destination (he even made certain to hold on a little tighter than last time).
"Go a little easier on me today, I'm a tad fragile." He added quietly, sincerely doubting that the creature would care but warning him nonetheless, if worst came to worse he would just have to walk.
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Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2005 3:23 pm
[Symph]
Strangely enough he found very little resistance this time round and he could only assume that the beast was otherwise distracted however what was for certain was the very short distance he was required to travel and with a smile growing upon his lips he leant forward as he caught sight of the great walls of the city and whispered a small command to the creature. Regardless of whether or not the mount understood him was another thing but the pressure applied to his girth was enough to propel him forward at a much quicker rate.
Continuing in this manner, both alocyte and steed barrelled into the trading district of the city (around the main entrance) and came to an abrupt halt, Symph wining briefly as he very nearly lost his balance before releasing a light breath of relief - at last he was here.
That done though, he had no other choice to look out for the appropriate merchant's banner and as he dismounted he kept observing his surroundings -
"Whicker when you see your friends." He murmured to his companion.
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2005 1:00 pm
[Symph]
Eventually the alocyte was able to uncover the appropriate merchant offering his thanks and a goodbye to his steed he finally was able to return to at least some form of sanity where animals did not dictate everything that occured in his life - including travel. A smile now appearing on his lips, the alocyte made his way through the city (which hadn't changed too much in the last few years) and towards the Church once more where his mentor lay.
It would be nice to see everyone again and to be able to share the adventures in which he had had during his travels. Such thoughts continued to surface within his mind and as the great white walls of the wonderous building approached he couldn't help but release a soft sigh of appreciation - it was good to be home!
Bowing his head slightly as he entered he allowed himself to savour the soft chants of the priests within and eventually he began to marvel at the beautiful interiors contently.
Now all he had to do was find his mentor but he had a suspicion he may already be away on another journey - if that were the case then he would simply speak to the other young alocytes as well!
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2005 4:47 am
[Symph]
"I dare not say that this week as been easy, quite the opposite to be entirely honest and if I were to even attempt to comprehend the exact reasoning behind my atrocious luck then I suspect I might go insane through my troubles." He mused as her wrote down his thoughts while housed in his old dormitory.
The room was so small, it held no comforts other than a bed, a table and a candle yet it was a place that he loved. The dormitories within the church had always been a source of safety for him, he could retreat here to regain his thoughts or to recover his composure and was always helped by the soft chanting of the monks within the depths of the church during their hours of meditation - it was certainly much more different than the home of his family.
He smiled slightly and released a soft sigh before gazing towards the flickering flame of the candle, in the briefest of times he had encountered so many peculiar things - the nomad, the violent Vixies and a tavern owner who appeared to think it was amusing to hunt them. It was at times like these when he wondered how many others had been harmed while hunting for those creatures as well...
"Regardless, without such bad luck I would have been unable to encounter the strange creatures and people that I did. For example, while in a tavern I rather unwisely signed up for a Vixie hunt by which I ended up stumbling upon an animal loving Nomad who seemed more obssessed with trying to chastise me into leaving them alone when all I was trying to do was defend myself - I sincerely hope she gets smacked across the head with a large branch at some point!" He snorted indignantly at this and gave a grimace, his eyebrow raising as the memory of that little accident returned to him followed by a wince shortly after.
Nevertheless, he continued with his writings, his gaze trained on the page as he documented each event and made plans to explore the city in greater depth in order to see the changes which might have occured during his absence - if he was going to be here for a while then it would be wise for him to familiarise himself with the city once more.
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2005 11:18 am
[Symph]
How long had he been writing? Releasing a groan, he lifted his head slightly and placed his hand against his eyes to shield them from the light now pouring into his room - evidently he had fallen asleep and given the circumstances he didn't blame himself for it (he hadn't been sleeping well for a while). He gave a sigh and glanced briefly at his journal before shaking his head - nay, he had spent long enough indoors and he had new clothing to pick up.
Rising to his feet, he approached the small basin and poured the water from the jug beside it into it. Removing his over robes, he proceeded to refresh himself and soon he folded up his robes once more and left them by his bed - they would need cleaned and he would not shame the Church by wearing them in public, instead...
After a few moments to regain his thoughts he made his way to his small drawer and extracted the white shirt from within it. He slipped it on, buttoned the cuffs and removed the sash from his aloctye robes so that he could slip it round his neck - it was a slightly more casual look but it certainly worked and as he admired himself in the mirror (taking time to fix his hair) he gave a nod and made his way outside and towards the trade districts, there was someone very special that he wished to see again.
A smile growing on his lips at the very thought of seeing such a person again, he gave a nod to each person who greeted him and increased his pace as he made his way to the tailors and to where his most loved friend resided...
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2005 1:55 pm
[Symph]
The bell above the door tinkled softly as he opened it, glancing in at the brightly lit room as he took a deep breath and savoured the smell of the new clothes and the strange dyes that were being brewed within a room at the back of the store. The smile on his lips grew at this and at last he stepped in fully, closing the door behind him with a quiet click as he continued to glance around the empty room.
"Symph, my dear boy where have you been!" A voice cracked at last, knocking Symph out of his mini daydream with a jump. The Lyonell's gaze swung round towards one of the doors and then flashed a mischevious grin as he recognised the man entering the main shop - ah, how long had it been?
"Farren!" He responded merrily, bracing himself for the tight bear hug that he was soon enveloped in by the tailor himself, "I have been to many places dear sir but alas I have been called home." He explained, drawing away from the hug and folding his arms across his chest as he observed the robes that the man now wore - they were the oddest colour...
"Ah, yes - sad times." The tailor responded gravely as he beckoned for the alocyte to follow him into the back room where he had been previously.
In ways, the alocyte should have been repapred for what happened next but as usual as he entered the room and admired the new robes he was hit like a ton of bricks and his face paled at the sight of the lithe creature balanced carefully upon the platform. She remained perfectly still, arms outstretched and head held high as the stitched and pinned cloth surrounded her frame -
Unfortunately the alocyte was soon at a loss for words and he promptly bowed his head in order to prevent himself from staring (taking careful measures to blatantly ignore the tailor's knowing smiles as he followed him round to one of the stools) and took a seat.
"Indeed, I was called back by a -" He paused as he contemplated the most appropriate way to explain that he had been called back by a voice he didn't recognise and then gave up, "A friend." He finished and then gave a wry smile, one of slightly more discomfort.
"Baba, may I step down now?" The nameless girl enquired, shifting her head to face the direction of the voices while her gaze seemed to be unfocused and incapable of pinpointing exactly where the pair of men were. Nevertheless, she swayed unsteadily on the platform and dropped one arm slightly to find something to support herself as if to indicate that regardless of the answer, she wanted to step down.
"Aye you can." Farren responded gently, rising to his feet and clasping her hands so that she could be directed down to the floor once more, "My daughter has missed you Symph, it has been a while since you last met." He continued coolly as he led the girl to the stool closest to the Lyonell (causing Symph to shift uneasily) before disappearing outside again - Symph cursed him mentally in that instance.
"You said you would write to me, Symph." The woman murmured as she seemed to take note of her father's disappearance, it was in those moments that she lifted her hands and sought to find the aloctye in question, her fingertips carressing his cheeks as he finally leant forward slightly to aid her -
"Ah, you have lost weight...have you been taking care of yourself?" She persisted, grimacing at the Lyonell's silence in confusion, he never used to be this quiet. She failed to realise however that said Lyonell was incredibly uncomfortable at this precise moment in time and was fighting hard against the urge to gulp - perhaps it wasn't a good idea to visit.
"I..." He paused briefly to take a breath and lifted his hands to cup hers in his own, "Have been fine however exercise does make one lose weight you know." He pointed out, attempting to sound mirthful as he gazed towards the woman's face and her sightless eyes, "And as for writing letters - unfortunately I forgot to bring the appropriate gold to hire messengers Rosa, for that I apologise."
"Mmf..." She didn't sound impressed but after a few moments a small smile did form on her lips and she shook her head, "Apology accepted but why have you been away for so long...?"
At this the Lyonell faltered and lowered his head slightly (despite her inability to see him), how could he tell her that he had been on a pilgrimage and that he had taken a vow of well...he'd taken a lot of vows actually and he couldn't go back on them until he had become a respected member of the church - ah and that was another thing he'd failed to mention.
"Um..." He murmured uncomfortably as he wracked his mind for some sign of how he should answer but nothing was coming to him.
Damnit, this always happened when he was cornered!
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2005 10:10 am
[Symph]
"Rosa you know as well as I do that I had problems at home." The Lyonell responded uncomfortably as he tightened his grasp on her delicate hands, smiling ever so slightly as her fingers curledaround to stroke at his palms, "I needed to escape and the only way I could do that was to find a place where I felt safe and where I could discover the parts of me that I had lost when I was growing up."
He released a sigh and brought her hands to his lips for a few moments, observing the serene expression that was overcoming the light grimace from before; it was in that instance that he realised that she was at least prepared to listen before she exploded and otherwise told him to leave - he was eeply grateful for the opportunity to say the least.
"You should remember that I have lived within the Church since I was fifteen Rosa, I did not feel like I owed them when I finally pledged myself to them." He whispered, his expression pained as her grasp around his hands loosened abruptly, "They treated me like I was family and when I was eighteen I scarcely knew what I wanted...even from the ones I loved!" He continued in an almost pleading manner, causing her hands to pause in their process of release.
"How could I swear to commit to someone when I was so young? I need to find myself and understand what in the nine hells I could do!" He released a heavy sigh and placed a kiss upon her hands again, his eyes still fixed upon the expression on her face that appeared to be very close to frowning again.
"Why didn't you tell me though?" She enquired softly, her tone shaken as she appeared to be mentally arguing with herself in relation to exactly how she should have been reacting to his words in the given circumstances - screaming sounded very tempting right now but she doubted his strange ears would appreciate that.
"Rosa -" He pursed his lips thoughtfully and shook his head, "How are you supposed to tell someone you love that you won't be coming back for a long time, that you will be incapable of showing them any form of adoration and that you don't know how long it will take you to be satisfied with yourself?" He murmured, presenting the questions in a rather dark tone as if he were mentally chastising himself for the situation he had gotten himself into.
"I've been travelling for a long time now and I'm still not satisfied with who I am - how can I possibly ask you to wait for me when it's been three years and could be more?" He hissed bitterly, shaking his head and giving an ever so slight smile as her grasp tightened again, it provided a small ounce of comfort to him, "In the time I'm wandering around absentmindedly trying to figure out who I am and how to make these silly skills work you could have found yourself somebody ideal for you!"
"You paint such romantic pictures, Symph." The woman dismissed quietly and offered a sad smile, "But you know what people say about the blind, nobody would like the idea of having blind children..." She pointed out, giving a snort as she canted her head to the side and listened to the activities of her father as he served some customers within the shop front.
"I can wait but what does joining the church entail?" She enquired quietly, turning her blinded gaze towards the estimated position of Symph's face (which she judged by the direction of his voice).
"I must dedicate myself to the church for five years, no relationships aside from priest to practitioner most occur." He gulped slightly and cursed himself for having already broken that rule in the brief moments he had been there, "I must spread the word of my god and attempt to give needed advice to those who seek me out whenever asked." He gave a slight chuckle and flattened his ears against the side of his head in thought, to some those rules would not have been difficult but right now to him, they were absolute torture.
"How long have you been in the church exactly?" She persisted, her delicate features creased into a frown as she appeared to be working things through.
"Three years, I officially joined when I turned eighteen." He confessed, "Up until that point I had simply been receiving instructions."
"Meaning you have another two years; that isn't very long." She mused thoughtfully, her expression brightening once more as she leant forward slightly and pulled one of her hands from his grasp so that she could stroke at his ear (which soon twitched in response to her touch).
"Tell me about what you've seen Symph?" She murmured quietly, curious as to exactly what he had encountered on his travels.
"Every detail?" He asked, wincing as he remembered the Vixies and his unfortunate encounter with a rather large tree branch.
"Everything." She replied, her curiosity growing as she took note of his apprehensive tone; what in the world had he been up to? Mentally she grinned as she pictured what chaos he might have caused and eventually she heard him chuckle.
"Well then, I suppose we might go for a walk then as your father will need his workshop back." He pointed out, rising to his feet (soon to be followed by Rosa) and offered his arm as a guide, "And I will tell you everything as we savour the atmosphere of the city." He added (taking careful note to not say 'sight' in the process).
With that, the pair headed towards the back door of the workshop and into the alleyways close to the city streets.
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2005 10:35 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2005 2:33 pm
[Symph & Rosa]
He should have known it was coming, the silence was unbearable and he couldn't help but glance at the blind girl every now and again to see if her frown had softened. She had not taken the news of his vow of celebacy lightly, in fact she found it infuriating that he would be so inconsiderate towards how she felt about the situation...especially when she had made it quite clear on a number of times in relation to how she felt!
"I..." He trailed away and simply released a sigh as he attempted to cleanse the livid expression from his memory - in all his life he had never seen the woman so angry but in ways he should have anticipated it but couldn't she see his point and the reasons for his decision, she only had to wait another year maybe even less for he found it difficult to track the time and surely she could wait for at least that amount of time?
"Rosa, I'm sorry!" He finally murmured in an exasperated manner, his facial expression strained through anxiety as he reached out for the woman's hands despite them otherwise remaining limp to indicate that she didn't appreciate his touch in the slightest at that precise moment in time.
Actually, when he took the time to consider it he wasn't entirely sure why she was angry but perhaps his words had finally set in and she had agreed with him when he had said two years was a long time - damn him.
"Please! I know I should have confessed to you of my intentions but how could I say that I could not dedicate my life to you - that you could not make my life whole because there was something missing?" He simply shook his head and released a sigh.
"Will you ever find that part Symph?" She enquired bitterly as she turned her blind gaze upon him mayhaps by fluke, "I have heard of men who searched for themselves and not once did they find what they were looking for...they spent all the years until their death and then died in vain!" She snapped, removing her hands from his grasp as her expression creased with anger once more.
"The stars say I will soon." He murmured vaguely, bowing his head slightly to avoid gazing up at the angered expression upon her delicate features...features in which he had admired for so many years, "In fact a lot of things are written in the stars at present and you can be certain that something is coming, the one thing I seek!"
"And that is...?" She enquired coolly, yet her tone was beginning to soften ever so slightly.
"I don't know, I just have that feeling..." He confessed and released a sigh, "But when it comes and I finally become aware of who I am then I swear to you, I will come back and I will be yours!" He continued softly, attempting once more to clasp at her hands...to his relief she finally accepted them even if her facial expression still remained somewhat confused.
"Blind Children and all...?"
"A mere myth Rosa, but yes - gifted children and all." He murmured gently and released a small sigh...
To be continued____.
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 8:52 am
.a storm brews.
"Xanolonia for many years had been a land of peace, during these times it has long since prospered and yet as the days progressed and each citizen lived out their life they failed to sense the increasing tension between opposing sources as well as the trouble brewing within the northern realms and close to the borders of the Ring of Fire. There was however a hope, for a few did see and take note of this change which is otherwise undocumented...
Night upon night, the man observed the stars and took note of their changing positions - with each change however there came awarning, it spoke of a great coming and a rising force far beyond the comprehension of mortals. Never before had this force been experienced, not even since the age in which the Great Maori herself freely roamed the planet - to this, the scholar and priest was deeply disturbed by his findings, further was his worry asserted when on the fifth night he turned his head to the north and saw the pulsing light across the horizon, unmoving and yet full of fire and brimstone.
Aged, and otherwise incapable of making the strenuous journey towards the greatest of Churches within the city of Xanolonia he entrusted instead, a letter to the hand of his companion. The Falcon, whose name is to remain nameless was trustworthy indeed and with no argument it set off towards the beautiful, walled city in which so many loved...it was during this time however that his master was savagely killed and he too was struck mercilessly by an unseen hand.
Still, the falcon continued on until at last he fell into the arms of the alocyte that he was sent for - eyes wide, the young Alocyte observed the battered and destroyed falcon in horror before at last becoming aware of the fact that it had something of interest. The letter was by now battered and nearly completely incomprehensible however for the time he cast it aside and tended to the bird who simply could not survive the night through the severity of its burns.
Saddened by the loss of the creature, the alocyte saw no other option other than to read what it had left behind. It took him many nights to discern but what he was left with was something he did not like - terrified and completely out of his depth, the alocyte could do nothing more other than to attempt to seek the aid of one of the officials - who he found however, was not who he wanted.
The walls lit up around him and with a roaring voice but one thing was asked of him:
"You are my eyes and ears within this city, your loyalties lie with me...should you foul me then great harm will come to that which you care for most."
From that moment on he was aware of the sickening fact that a geas had been placed upon him by a Dhimari...one of his own and he could do nothing to extend his hand to stop it (for he lacked the power), nor to warn of the impending danger - not directly anyway. Despairing and trapped within the walls of his own safe haven he could do nothing but hope and pray for the answer to his prayers while unbeknownst to him...something of the greatest value was torn from the city.
Within the city, another wept that night as well and the northern lights grew ever brighter..."
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 8:56 am
.a loss of me.
When had it happened? He gazed out from the window of the great library within the church towards the trade district. His youthful face was drawn into an expression of absolute concern and he could only release a sigh that scarcely relieved any form of tension that remained pent up within his lithe form.
Rosa... The words of the Dhimari lord echoed loudly in his ears and he closed his eyes as his fists clenched. That overwhelming sense of helplessness had always been a source of irritation to him but now, even when an unknown courage welled up within him he was uncapable of acting for fear of the geas placed upon him by one he was meant to trust so much.
A slight intake of breath and after a few moments he motioned to the Vixie who perched upon the table nearby his books, for once the creature was obedient as it fluttered onto his shoulder and was passed a small sheet of parchment.
Find them, find someone at least. He pleaded within his mind as the tiny creature took flight and disappeared round the doorframe. I will not break my promises, you can't make me - geas or no.
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