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[158] Nymaya: The Gods Have Mercy (cont.)
Wed Mar 31 16:35:10 2010
To: Reklah Crelius
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The path to Storm Keep was well traveled and even though the hour was late when she approached, she was met by no less than a three man guard.
The towering, glossy black Keep was as imposing as ever and flanked by the armored men, she probably should have felt a certain degree of trepidation but she could not. Blood still adorned her throat, having dried and crusted and she could feel it upon her left arm. That was all the incentive she really needed to bypass any feeble emotional hindering.
A bitter desert night wind snapped the pennants of the Keep, blew fine grains of sand against unprotected flesh and whipped at the torch fire that dotted the battlements.
She was here to see the Lord Atennim and when the guards did not turn her away, she presumed he was indeed within.
Time passed strangely for her as she waited, feeling caught between the dream and the depth of what she was about to do. She had been committed for a long time though, knowing only that it felt correct. The proper direction. If indeed the dream was as real as it felt and the oily, tainted sense that was still lingering told the true tale of this new directive, then she'd been right all along.
She was certain that the man she currently awaited could tell her true.
The minutes ticked by and the world grew darker about her sight. She never knew she swayed and nearly fell, or that her head arched back as the same image the demon set upon her in the dream re-assaulted her already taxed senses.
She was panting through the residual ache when the world returned, aware abruptly that one of the soldiers who had been flanking her had a gauntleted hand wrapped around her upper arm to keep her steady. She was able to note the odd looks each man gave her before another caught her attention.
Crelius was there suddenly, as if he'd bled from the very shadows, and after a breathless moment of silent staring he beckoned her with a turn of his head.
The hand grasping her arm released and then she was moving, feeling contained still within the dream but knowing without that it was so very much more.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Desert Blossoms (Excerpt)
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[152] Nymaya: Desert Blossoms (Excerpt)
Tue Mar 30 14:45:18 2010
To: Shadow New_Thalos Dae'ni Rochford ( Imm RP Necrucifer ) All
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The scent of desert blossoms was gentle, casting a sweet overtone to the dry smell of the sands that permeated everything. With the sun set casting the sky in vibrant shades of red, orange and yellows off to the west, Nymaya found herself squinting at the street that glimmered as if thousands of jewels had been crushed into the ground.
The street was a testament to the harsh and natural beauty of the desert and New Thalos but these thoughts were not prevalent as she crouched down to study the ground. She was not here to take in the sights.
A crease touched her brow and she reached down to brush at the sands. A single crushed piece of cobblestone stood out. It was broken in an odd pattern and through the middle of the stone itself. While it might not have stood out to anyone, she had reason to mark the oddities she found among the residential passes.
It didn't tell her enough unfortunately and brushing her hands together to rid her gloves of the sand, she lifted her gaze to study the surroundings. The soft peal of children playing nearby came to her but they were not in sight. The houses were lush, expensive manors with plenty of space between them dotted with sprawling palm trees.
In as many days since she had received the missive concerning Lady Atennim, she'd spent much of her free time tracking the paths of these streets, searching for anything. Her presence had been cause for notice amongst some of the inhabitants, who watched with uncertain apprehension as the Waliullah prowled, but otherwise each day passed without event.
The streets remained quiet and the missing Atennim remained...missing.
It leant a measure of trepidation to Nymaya's thought on the whole matter. She was a good tracker. She'd been in the business for many, many years. The desert was a new ground for her but she'd been amongst it long enough now to learn various useful tricks.
With a shake of her head she stood up slowly and paused, her eyes closing upon a flash of pain. Touching a hand lightly to her heart was the only other outward sign she gave before she shook the effects off and proceeded on her way.
[152] Nymaya: Desert Blossoms (Excerpt)
Tue Mar 30 14:45:18 2010
To: Shadow New_Thalos Dae'ni Rochford ( Imm RP Necrucifer ) All
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The scent of desert blossoms was gentle, casting a sweet overtone to the dry smell of the sands that permeated everything. With the sun set casting the sky in vibrant shades of red, orange and yellows off to the west, Nymaya found herself squinting at the street that glimmered as if thousands of jewels had been crushed into the ground.
The street was a testament to the harsh and natural beauty of the desert and New Thalos but these thoughts were not prevalent as she crouched down to study the ground. She was not here to take in the sights.
A crease touched her brow and she reached down to brush at the sands. A single crushed piece of cobblestone stood out. It was broken in an odd pattern and through the middle of the stone itself. While it might not have stood out to anyone, she had reason to mark the oddities she found among the residential passes.
It didn't tell her enough unfortunately and brushing her hands together to rid her gloves of the sand, she lifted her gaze to study the surroundings. The soft peal of children playing nearby came to her but they were not in sight. The houses were lush, expensive manors with plenty of space between them dotted with sprawling palm trees.
In as many days since she had received the missive concerning Lady Atennim, she'd spent much of her free time tracking the paths of these streets, searching for anything. Her presence had been cause for notice amongst some of the inhabitants, who watched with uncertain apprehension as the Waliullah prowled, but otherwise each day passed without event.
The streets remained quiet and the missing Atennim remained...missing.
It leant a measure of trepidation to Nymaya's thought on the whole matter. She was a good tracker. She'd been in the business for many, many years. The desert was a new ground for her but she'd been amongst it long enough now to learn various useful tricks.
With a shake of her head she stood up slowly and paused, her eyes closing upon a flash of pain. Touching a hand lightly to her heart was the only other outward sign she gave before she shook the effects off and proceeded on her way.
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