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[152] Nymaya: Desert Trek - III
Sat Aug 8 01:34:00 2009
To: New_Thalos All ( RP )
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Time lost any meaning to her; the seconds, minutes and hours blending
into each other until they were indistinguishable.
She was no longer fleeing the storm that raged unchecked throughout too vast
a stretch of desert. She was running from things she had never been able to
escape. It didn't matter that she had silently vowed to change this about
herself, to face these things that caused her such torment. This wasn't the
way she wanted to meet her unspoken pain.
...They are not indefinite. Even the best of shelters become worn by the
storms...
The whispered words couldn't be ignored, though by all rights the enraged
howl of the wind should have rendered them beyond hearing. She was weaving
and stumbling dangerously now, her eyes sightless. She never noticed the
flattening of the land, nor the hardening of the ground beneath her feet.
She simply moved because to stop was to die and she had not yet found an
answer that would allow her to give up so easily.
To lie down in the desert and die when she still had the ability to live was
just as ignominious as it would have been to walk meekly to the Shalonosts to
give up her life, even though it had been forfeited by others with little
attempt to discover the truth or lie of her innocence. Liluye had been
right about her...
...Watch for those things which bring you peace, and return to them when
needed...
But what was it that would bring her peace? What was she supposed to watch
for? She realized she had asked the question aloud even as her knees struck
a hard surface. The immediate pain brought her back briefly, made her
realize that she had been foolishly talking with the deceased; the only
elven woman who put the true lie to Nymaya's existence.
...But you do need rest, even if sleep is but a temporary escape...
She couldn't afford even a temporary escape right now and sleep had
certainly never been it anyway. Some primal need drew her painstakingly up
from the ground, to stumble forward a bit farther, but it was with a
suddenness that caught her completely off guard that blackness stole through
her consciousness and she fell back to the ground - unaware of the mountains
or the shadow that loomed over her.
...Rest, Songkeeper...
cont.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Desert Trek - II
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[150] Nymaya: Desert Trek - II
Fri Aug 7 05:03:50 2009
To: New_Thalos All ( RP )
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She was back there again, the accusations leaving her stunned. She
hadn't known what to respond with, had let herself be bullied even as she
desperately tried to understand why.
Why her pleas had gone unheard.
She shook her head suddenly, frantic to escape the past. It didn't matter
anymore! The roar of the wind returned along with the stinging sand,
scraping raw any part of her flesh that was not covered. She welcomed the
pain even as she forced her aching muscles to press against the terrible
weight of the storm again. The dune seemed to come apart beneath her though
and she was tumbled back down into the fast filling crevace between the
towering dunes.
Weary and sick of the battle, she resolved to travel as best she could along
the sides of the dunes until she could find a lowering. At least down here,
she was a little more protected from the wind.
Her eyes were watering, her vision already blurry and indistinct with a
combination of severe exhaustion and fine sand grains. The voice stopped
her in her tracks though and left her grasping for reality again. Linot.
...mine lessen by the day...
She did not want this memory. By the Gods, she did not want it! Grabing at
her head, she pushed harder against the wind, driving herself with careless
abandon. It succeeded in distracting her but she knew she was suffering
from dehydration. She was also clearly suffering from sleep deprivation and
was quite aware that it might lead to hallucinations. Sadly, the simple
knowing was not enough to escape what was coming.
-cont-
[150] Nymaya: Desert Trek - II
Fri Aug 7 05:03:50 2009
To: New_Thalos All ( RP )
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She was back there again, the accusations leaving her stunned. She
hadn't known what to respond with, had let herself be bullied even as she
desperately tried to understand why.
Why her pleas had gone unheard.
She shook her head suddenly, frantic to escape the past. It didn't matter
anymore! The roar of the wind returned along with the stinging sand,
scraping raw any part of her flesh that was not covered. She welcomed the
pain even as she forced her aching muscles to press against the terrible
weight of the storm again. The dune seemed to come apart beneath her though
and she was tumbled back down into the fast filling crevace between the
towering dunes.
Weary and sick of the battle, she resolved to travel as best she could along
the sides of the dunes until she could find a lowering. At least down here,
she was a little more protected from the wind.
...everyone should have a refuge...
Her eyes were watering, her vision already blurry and indistinct with a
combination of severe exhaustion and fine sand grains. The voice stopped
her in her tracks though and left her grasping for reality again. Linot.
...mine lessen by the day...
She did not want this memory. By the Gods, she did not want it! Grabing at
her head, she pushed harder against the wind, driving herself with careless
abandon. It succeeded in distracting her but she knew she was suffering
from dehydration. She was also clearly suffering from sleep deprivation and
was quite aware that it might lead to hallucinations. Sadly, the simple
knowing was not enough to escape what was coming.
-cont-
Desert Trek - I
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[149] Nymaya: Desert Trek - I
Fri Aug 7 04:54:33 2009
To: New_Thalos All ( Rp )
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Her trek into the desert hadn't been intended to last more than a week
but the factors that often decided the course of her life had never been
easy to navigate or chart. And in this instance, she hadn't been entirely
prepared to handle the storm that had arisen upon her.
She'd clearly traveled too far from her intended destination and so, when
the giant wall of sand had descended upon her, she had barely managed to
work her exhausted way to the ruins spied in the distance. Most of the
buildings had been decimated but one had managed to withstand the awesome
force of the desert and offered four walls and a roof. It was in this place
that she weathered the blasting sands and the unending howl of the wind, so
loud that it aided her in the repression of the memories she had come out
here to work her way through.
Many days passed in this way. She hadn't thought a desert storm capable of
such extended violence but there was never any lax in the wind or the
driving sand that kept her prisoner. The drifts built up dangerously around
the window and the arched doorway before they began to pour into her
shelter, driving her back further into the dark room. It soon became
apparent that if she did not brave the dangerous weather, she might find
herself buried.
Trapped on either side with the threat of death, she resolutely wrapped
herself in her desert garb and decided to take her chances with the storm.
It was better to face death head on rather than hide in the dark, waiting
for it. The thought struck her as ironic, being that she had been accused
of doing such a thing when she'd taken the proffered sanctuary of Verminasia
over the death that had waited out in the wilds - where she had been
expected to remain in the wake of her banishment.
Old anger managed to burn alongside the drive to survive as she forced
herself into the very teeth of the wind and sand. All sense of direction
had been erased. There was no sun and little visibility during the day and
even less during the night while the storm raged, leaving her blinded and
wandering. Thirty-six hours or more had passed without a change in the
weather since she'd left shelter, leaving her on the ragged edge of
exhaustion as she forced herself past endurance. She'd begun to notice a
growing darkness on the horizon that she felt fairly certain was a low range
of mountains. It meant she was severely off course but if she could make
the mountains, her chances of survival would increase.
It was strange to be faced with death in this way, though it had previously
never failed to cross her mind. It brought forth unique and pertinent
questions that any mortal being might ask themselves. It made her wonder at
the reasons that were driving her even then to grasp at survival.
She stopped abruptly then, almost knee deep in the lee of a dune that she
had been scaling. Her lungs were burning, her muscles and limbs drawn
almost to their limit, her mind a strangely calm fog in the midst of the
roaring wind and unmerciful sands. A memory of survival triggered by her
inner question.
So long ago, she had taken the King of Shalonesti's offer of life because
death at the hands of Shalonesti for a crime she had never committed would
have been ignominious. She had given up the Song in the hopes that her
sincerity and pleas of innocence would be heeded. And in the end, she had
been lured to Verminasia when all hope had been dashed by the Matriarch and
the Queen.
It happened to be but one instance during which, she had managed to survive
against the odds.
-cont-
[149] Nymaya: Desert Trek - I
Fri Aug 7 04:54:33 2009
To: New_Thalos All ( Rp )
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Her trek into the desert hadn't been intended to last more than a week
but the factors that often decided the course of her life had never been
easy to navigate or chart. And in this instance, she hadn't been entirely
prepared to handle the storm that had arisen upon her.
She'd clearly traveled too far from her intended destination and so, when
the giant wall of sand had descended upon her, she had barely managed to
work her exhausted way to the ruins spied in the distance. Most of the
buildings had been decimated but one had managed to withstand the awesome
force of the desert and offered four walls and a roof. It was in this place
that she weathered the blasting sands and the unending howl of the wind, so
loud that it aided her in the repression of the memories she had come out
here to work her way through.
Many days passed in this way. She hadn't thought a desert storm capable of
such extended violence but there was never any lax in the wind or the
driving sand that kept her prisoner. The drifts built up dangerously around
the window and the arched doorway before they began to pour into her
shelter, driving her back further into the dark room. It soon became
apparent that if she did not brave the dangerous weather, she might find
herself buried.
Trapped on either side with the threat of death, she resolutely wrapped
herself in her desert garb and decided to take her chances with the storm.
It was better to face death head on rather than hide in the dark, waiting
for it. The thought struck her as ironic, being that she had been accused
of doing such a thing when she'd taken the proffered sanctuary of Verminasia
over the death that had waited out in the wilds - where she had been
expected to remain in the wake of her banishment.
Old anger managed to burn alongside the drive to survive as she forced
herself into the very teeth of the wind and sand. All sense of direction
had been erased. There was no sun and little visibility during the day and
even less during the night while the storm raged, leaving her blinded and
wandering. Thirty-six hours or more had passed without a change in the
weather since she'd left shelter, leaving her on the ragged edge of
exhaustion as she forced herself past endurance. She'd begun to notice a
growing darkness on the horizon that she felt fairly certain was a low range
of mountains. It meant she was severely off course but if she could make
the mountains, her chances of survival would increase.
It was strange to be faced with death in this way, though it had previously
never failed to cross her mind. It brought forth unique and pertinent
questions that any mortal being might ask themselves. It made her wonder at
the reasons that were driving her even then to grasp at survival.
She stopped abruptly then, almost knee deep in the lee of a dune that she
had been scaling. Her lungs were burning, her muscles and limbs drawn
almost to their limit, her mind a strangely calm fog in the midst of the
roaring wind and unmerciful sands. A memory of survival triggered by her
inner question.
So long ago, she had taken the King of Shalonesti's offer of life because
death at the hands of Shalonesti for a crime she had never committed would
have been ignominious. She had given up the Song in the hopes that her
sincerity and pleas of innocence would be heeded. And in the end, she had
been lured to Verminasia when all hope had been dashed by the Matriarch and
the Queen.
It happened to be but one instance during which, she had managed to survive
against the odds.
-cont-
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Aftermath (Kwars)
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[259] Nymaya: Aftermath ( Kwars )
Tue Apr 7 11:04:47 2009
To: New_Thalos ( Imm Cayenna RP Kwars ) Fastia Baruch all
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She reflected that wars seemed to rise and fall with a surreal sensation.
The waiting, be it a day or month, feels unending and upon the fall of the
first strike all the time that passed no longer matters for what the moment
brings.
Even cloistered in the palace, the rumble of the war reached her. The
shudder of the wall, the yells beyond it as the New Thalosian forces met
with Bakali steel - it was a frustrating position she found herself within,
though its importance was not lessened in the least.
She found herself matching gazes with the archers as she walked amongst
their numbers, trying to memorize what she saw in their eyes, what their
names were and what their faces looked like. It was important that she
remember..
She was remembering, those moments and much more, as she stood to the side of the Temple's entrance. The Bakali had taken far more casualties than New Thalos but even now, days after it had all passed, the wounded were still being tended to. There were still blood stains in the sand though she knew the desert would care for itself and the ground was still littered outside the southern gate.
The very literal rumblings of what delved there still would probably be a
constant reminder for quite some time before they figured out how to
dislodge the giant worm.
She glanced into the darkened entrance of the Temple where the soft murmur
of the Masjid could be heard alongside the quiet, pained moans of wounded
soldiers. She was no healer, so she remained outside, and though the worst
had not come to pass she had made a point of viewing the horrors that had
befallen the troops, unwilling to stand back unscathed while others had
sacrificed for the kingdom she now called home.
She was not ungrateful and she gave aid where ever she was useful. There
were plenty of things that needed doing now. The work served to keep her
more busy then usual and each night she returned to her quarters, she fell
to an exhausted and blessedly dreamless sleep.
[259] Nymaya: Aftermath ( Kwars )
Tue Apr 7 11:04:47 2009
To: New_Thalos ( Imm Cayenna RP Kwars ) Fastia Baruch all
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She reflected that wars seemed to rise and fall with a surreal sensation.
The waiting, be it a day or month, feels unending and upon the fall of the
first strike all the time that passed no longer matters for what the moment
brings.
Even cloistered in the palace, the rumble of the war reached her. The
shudder of the wall, the yells beyond it as the New Thalosian forces met
with Bakali steel - it was a frustrating position she found herself within,
though its importance was not lessened in the least.
She found herself matching gazes with the archers as she walked amongst
their numbers, trying to memorize what she saw in their eyes, what their
names were and what their faces looked like. It was important that she
remember..
She was remembering, those moments and much more, as she stood to the side of the Temple's entrance. The Bakali had taken far more casualties than New Thalos but even now, days after it had all passed, the wounded were still being tended to. There were still blood stains in the sand though she knew the desert would care for itself and the ground was still littered outside the southern gate.
The very literal rumblings of what delved there still would probably be a
constant reminder for quite some time before they figured out how to
dislodge the giant worm.
She glanced into the darkened entrance of the Temple where the soft murmur
of the Masjid could be heard alongside the quiet, pained moans of wounded
soldiers. She was no healer, so she remained outside, and though the worst
had not come to pass she had made a point of viewing the horrors that had
befallen the troops, unwilling to stand back unscathed while others had
sacrificed for the kingdom she now called home.
She was not ungrateful and she gave aid where ever she was useful. There
were plenty of things that needed doing now. The work served to keep her
more busy then usual and each night she returned to her quarters, she fell
to an exhausted and blessedly dreamless sleep.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Change (II)
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[377] Nymaya: Change (II)
Thu Mar 12 20:11:48 2009
To: New_Thalos Imm Fastia Baruch Tikhondrius Zsiera ( RP )
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The child was beautiful.
But from the moment she saw Maerala, she could not help but feel an
uncomfortable stirring. The white hair, the big curious eyes - so much
innocence..
It had been a very, very long time since Nymaya had stood in the presence of a child and a part of her recoiled. She tried hard not to think of her own two, lost now to whatever fates they had decided for themselves, but the subject inevitably arose.
Change was dictating that she face these things, that in order to fix what
had been broken, she step back upon the path - set herself directly before
her greatest fears again. In a way, she likened herself to the toddler,
taking her first careful steps in life, only there was no great excitement.
The experience did not hold the same sort of wonders. In its place there
reigned a sluggish river of uncertainty, fear and anger, with a smattering
of hope.
She briefly reflected on the irony of this. She had never been afraid to
place herself in the path of aggression. She had faced off against
countless threats in life without hesitation but she could not seem to
confront the questions of legacy and future with solid answers.
It felt terribly frustrating and left her irritated. What she could not
seem to do for herself, she could in the name of duty, but that felt like a
cop out at best.
Bitter cold winds whipped about, snapping her cloak at her booted ankles,
bringing her back to the moment at hand. She had not been able to resist
the draw back to the icy plains, back to the barren chill of Icewall.
The spire rose in the distance, cloaked now and then by whirlwinds of snow.
She had never known this place to be calm, having had more then enough
reason to traverse its plain numerous times in the past, and it had not
changed.
Not since her first foray here - in the taloned grasp of the ancient white,
Zsiera.
Shying away from that memory, she drew her sword, the metal hissing softly
as it came out of the baldric and narrowed her gaze at the horizon even as
she put her back to the spire and continued on. She hadn't intended to
linger for longer then it took to arrange her thoughts, but night was coming
on fast and she knew that the wolves would be out in force.
[377] Nymaya: Change (II)
Thu Mar 12 20:11:48 2009
To: New_Thalos Imm Fastia Baruch Tikhondrius Zsiera ( RP )
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The child was beautiful.
But from the moment she saw Maerala, she could not help but feel an
uncomfortable stirring. The white hair, the big curious eyes - so much
innocence..
It had been a very, very long time since Nymaya had stood in the presence of a child and a part of her recoiled. She tried hard not to think of her own two, lost now to whatever fates they had decided for themselves, but the subject inevitably arose.
Change was dictating that she face these things, that in order to fix what
had been broken, she step back upon the path - set herself directly before
her greatest fears again. In a way, she likened herself to the toddler,
taking her first careful steps in life, only there was no great excitement.
The experience did not hold the same sort of wonders. In its place there
reigned a sluggish river of uncertainty, fear and anger, with a smattering
of hope.
She briefly reflected on the irony of this. She had never been afraid to
place herself in the path of aggression. She had faced off against
countless threats in life without hesitation but she could not seem to
confront the questions of legacy and future with solid answers.
It felt terribly frustrating and left her irritated. What she could not
seem to do for herself, she could in the name of duty, but that felt like a
cop out at best.
Bitter cold winds whipped about, snapping her cloak at her booted ankles,
bringing her back to the moment at hand. She had not been able to resist
the draw back to the icy plains, back to the barren chill of Icewall.
The spire rose in the distance, cloaked now and then by whirlwinds of snow.
She had never known this place to be calm, having had more then enough
reason to traverse its plain numerous times in the past, and it had not
changed.
Not since her first foray here - in the taloned grasp of the ancient white,
Zsiera.
Shying away from that memory, she drew her sword, the metal hissing softly
as it came out of the baldric and narrowed her gaze at the horizon even as
she put her back to the spire and continued on. She hadn't intended to
linger for longer then it took to arrange her thoughts, but night was coming
on fast and she knew that the wolves would be out in force.
Arduous Progress ( Kwars )
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[363] Nymaya: Arduous Progress ( Kwars )
Thu Mar 5 10:57:19 2009
To: New_Thalos ( Imm Cayenna Scorn Necrucifer RP )
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The blessed day was murky.
The wind had lifted, driving enough tiny sand particles into the air to
cloak the day's stinging light, even if it did manage to get sand
everywhere.
Pain throbbed sharply in her temples but she ignored it with single-minded
determination as her blade met and rebounded off another, twice, in such
rapid succession that the metal sang. It was her own bloody fault she was
miserable today.
Another blade came at her from the left, aiming without fail at her side,
but she stepped forward, dodging it with a difficult twist of her body and
caught the incoming weapon with her secondary sword on the inside of the
blade. Before it could reverse and potentially slash a line up her side she
spun her blade around it with a smooth sound of metal scraping metal, and
with a quick jerk up toward herself, disarmed the sword.
The metal resounded as it flew, to lodge itself in the sand, and then she
had one opponent left. The half elven female, Araeya as she named herself,
was quick and agile, showing more human heritage though the way she moved was enough to suggest that she bore elven blood.
Nymaya fell into an easily remembered defensive stance and met the violent
rush of the frustrated half elf seconds later while grasping to her own
restrained frustration in the process. She knew that her anger, her stress,
tended to escape through this medium and even though her head was pounding, she was determined to maintain her control.
Wielding a slender serpentine dagger and a curved scimitar, the shorter
woman came in low. The sound of their blades meeting in a flurry of parries
and strikes reverberated even in the hushed space of the archery range.
Nymaya let her get close, very close, the dagger passing only inches from
vital places, before she began to force her back.
Memories of sparring with others came back to her through the pain that was
not lessening in the slightest and with a sudden burst of focused anger, she
gritted her teeth and finished the spar with a flourish that disarmed Araeya
in a series of successive, vicious strikes.
They stood motionless for a time, the tip of her sword a mere breath away
from the hollow of the half elven woman's throat, before Nymaya finally
pulled back the small elusive tendril of anger and smothered it.
"I'm sorry." She amended as she lowered her blade. "Well fought."
A round of applause ensued as Nymaya sheathed her swords and she watched with a smattering of relief as the half elf let go her own frustration and finally smiled at her comrades who were even then returning her disarmed blades. They were a good lot, these archers, even if she was harsh with them.
Biting back a sigh of chagrin at herself, she resolutely returned the salutes
her troops aimed at her and gave them a day's leave to rest, relax and visit
their families.
[363] Nymaya: Arduous Progress ( Kwars )
Thu Mar 5 10:57:19 2009
To: New_Thalos ( Imm Cayenna Scorn Necrucifer RP )
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The blessed day was murky.
The wind had lifted, driving enough tiny sand particles into the air to
cloak the day's stinging light, even if it did manage to get sand
everywhere.
Pain throbbed sharply in her temples but she ignored it with single-minded
determination as her blade met and rebounded off another, twice, in such
rapid succession that the metal sang. It was her own bloody fault she was
miserable today.
Another blade came at her from the left, aiming without fail at her side,
but she stepped forward, dodging it with a difficult twist of her body and
caught the incoming weapon with her secondary sword on the inside of the
blade. Before it could reverse and potentially slash a line up her side she
spun her blade around it with a smooth sound of metal scraping metal, and
with a quick jerk up toward herself, disarmed the sword.
The metal resounded as it flew, to lodge itself in the sand, and then she
had one opponent left. The half elven female, Araeya as she named herself,
was quick and agile, showing more human heritage though the way she moved was enough to suggest that she bore elven blood.
Nymaya fell into an easily remembered defensive stance and met the violent
rush of the frustrated half elf seconds later while grasping to her own
restrained frustration in the process. She knew that her anger, her stress,
tended to escape through this medium and even though her head was pounding, she was determined to maintain her control.
Wielding a slender serpentine dagger and a curved scimitar, the shorter
woman came in low. The sound of their blades meeting in a flurry of parries
and strikes reverberated even in the hushed space of the archery range.
Nymaya let her get close, very close, the dagger passing only inches from
vital places, before she began to force her back.
Memories of sparring with others came back to her through the pain that was
not lessening in the slightest and with a sudden burst of focused anger, she
gritted her teeth and finished the spar with a flourish that disarmed Araeya
in a series of successive, vicious strikes.
They stood motionless for a time, the tip of her sword a mere breath away
from the hollow of the half elven woman's throat, before Nymaya finally
pulled back the small elusive tendril of anger and smothered it.
"I'm sorry." She amended as she lowered her blade. "Well fought."
A round of applause ensued as Nymaya sheathed her swords and she watched with a smattering of relief as the half elf let go her own frustration and finally smiled at her comrades who were even then returning her disarmed blades. They were a good lot, these archers, even if she was harsh with them.
Biting back a sigh of chagrin at herself, she resolutely returned the salutes
her troops aimed at her and gave them a day's leave to rest, relax and visit
their families.
Tedious Progress ( Kwars )
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[335] Nymaya: Tedious Progress ( Kwars )
Fri Feb 27 03:26:33 2009
To: New_Thalos Fastia Baruch ( Imm Cayenna Scorn Kwars Necrucifer ) all Irisi
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The dry heat of the day had long set into the palace and with little to
no breeze stirring the air, it had grown somewhat stagnant. She could tell
that she was dehydrating though not a bead of sweat adorned her pale brow.
It was too easily overlooked and she found herself glancing at the pitchers
that a slew of servants had delivered some time ago.
"...but if they cut us off here, we can reroute this way.."
The table before her was thick with maps, primarily of the city and the
palace in general, and surrounding the table were three of the most veteran
archers she had been able to single out.
They were each dressed in the light tunics displaying the unique crest of
New Thalos over light leather armor that would aid them with speed and
maneuverability. If it came to a battle in the palace itself, the only ones
remaining would be corpses. The rest would be on the move.
She clenched her jaw on a sigh and with a touch of annoyance, had to stop
herself from flexing her left hand. Pain spiked through her arm with each
motion and it served only to increase her agitation.
The Deacon had done her job a little too well.
"..we have to assume they will have this area before we can get to it..."
Forcing her attention back to the moment, she drew her hair back behind her
shoulder and finally reached for the goblet of water that had been drawn for
her some time ago.
"...the confines of the hallways are our greatest advantage at this point
though.."
"...they will still push us back..."
The man and wild elf continued to argue with the single half elven female
she had pulled from the ranks, but she let them each have their bit as she
sipped at the cool water. They were progressing, no matter how tedious it
happened to become when the height of day settled, and that was the point.
They had to know and prepare for every possibility, no matter how strange or far-fetched it might seem.
The Bakali had gotten this far and their abilities were not documented well
enough for her peace of mind. So, they would go over the maps and the
probabilities as often as time allowed before it ultimately ran out.
"...it will still give us time to regroup and slip through this courtyard.."
Nymaya followed the motion of the half elven woman's finger as she traced
the path she was focusing on and nodded once.
"How would you three handle that giant worm if it managed to make it to the
palace?"
The silence that greeted her told her exactly what she had suspected.
Thinning her lips, she brought the goblet up and took another sip. The
water was helping to stem her aggravation level, but she kept the leash
purposefully short with these men and women.
"I suggest you shift your focus then." She clipped out in a tone that brooked
no argument.
[335] Nymaya: Tedious Progress ( Kwars )
Fri Feb 27 03:26:33 2009
To: New_Thalos Fastia Baruch ( Imm Cayenna Scorn Kwars Necrucifer ) all Irisi
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The dry heat of the day had long set into the palace and with little to
no breeze stirring the air, it had grown somewhat stagnant. She could tell
that she was dehydrating though not a bead of sweat adorned her pale brow.
It was too easily overlooked and she found herself glancing at the pitchers
that a slew of servants had delivered some time ago.
"...but if they cut us off here, we can reroute this way.."
The table before her was thick with maps, primarily of the city and the
palace in general, and surrounding the table were three of the most veteran
archers she had been able to single out.
They were each dressed in the light tunics displaying the unique crest of
New Thalos over light leather armor that would aid them with speed and
maneuverability. If it came to a battle in the palace itself, the only ones
remaining would be corpses. The rest would be on the move.
She clenched her jaw on a sigh and with a touch of annoyance, had to stop
herself from flexing her left hand. Pain spiked through her arm with each
motion and it served only to increase her agitation.
The Deacon had done her job a little too well.
"..we have to assume they will have this area before we can get to it..."
Forcing her attention back to the moment, she drew her hair back behind her
shoulder and finally reached for the goblet of water that had been drawn for
her some time ago.
"...the confines of the hallways are our greatest advantage at this point
though.."
"...they will still push us back..."
The man and wild elf continued to argue with the single half elven female
she had pulled from the ranks, but she let them each have their bit as she
sipped at the cool water. They were progressing, no matter how tedious it
happened to become when the height of day settled, and that was the point.
They had to know and prepare for every possibility, no matter how strange or far-fetched it might seem.
The Bakali had gotten this far and their abilities were not documented well
enough for her peace of mind. So, they would go over the maps and the
probabilities as often as time allowed before it ultimately ran out.
"...it will still give us time to regroup and slip through this courtyard.."
Nymaya followed the motion of the half elven woman's finger as she traced
the path she was focusing on and nodded once.
"How would you three handle that giant worm if it managed to make it to the
palace?"
The silence that greeted her told her exactly what she had suspected.
Thinning her lips, she brought the goblet up and took another sip. The
water was helping to stem her aggravation level, but she kept the leash
purposefully short with these men and women.
"I suggest you shift your focus then." She clipped out in a tone that brooked
no argument.
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