Veronika Sunain
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Post by Veronika Sunain on Sept 17, 2015 0:05:41 GMT -6
Very was watching the servent closer, narrowing her eyes as he is moving around the room, as Tracius cleans his hands she raises a brow wondering why he was given her his back, but she goes over the chair he order her to sit and so she does, placing her legs up and crossing then in an indian way, placing her hands on her legs as she pays attention on his stories, eyes full of tears as the words hits her head...deaths, blood, war? She blinks as her lips apart but she says nothing, she was being so selfish, right? She didn't even realized all that happening to him...she lowers her eyes and cries silently, drying her tears with the back of her hand, then she looks at Hart and and lowers her eyes again as he keeps talking, respecting the moment. She sighs when Hart talks to her again and lifts her chin, standing..."Sorry Hart, I have no idea how to fight, for sure I would be dead if you weren't there last night, but really? Learn how to be an assassin? It's not for me and about me being in trouble, you should know I never asked to be here, Tracius found me , took care of me, and he never complained because deep inside his heart he knows I am not a Sunain" gently she opens part of her dress and shows him her rose, "See? It is black...I can even be able to have a red rose"..."I am really glad for all those things this man" she points to Tracius " gave to me, but kill? Sorry, my dear..."she mimcs him for calling her his dear..." If you don't know I am a baith...a baith...I used to attract the men who Tracius and the others were going to kill...that's all. And seems I'll be like this forever...because I can even cook...like a regular woman...can't walk, can't even dress like a girl..."She sighs and sits back again.."Sorry Tray, I didn't know nothing about war and death...but please, don't let me alone, you can't leave us alone...Who's going to be my leader but you?"
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Post by Malachi on Sept 17, 2015 0:16:42 GMT -6
Near the Keep, the human in Drow form hunted. He had stayed away from the Keep in recent months, but kept close in case something should arise. He'd seen Tracius leave some hours ago, heading into the forest, but Malachi had kept his distance, letting the Sunain leader have his privacy. He lacked an "official" membership in the Clan, thus explaining his unease at the thought of taking up residence in the Keep. That, and the Embosse Seed.
The Embosse Seed...A magical construct that had been implanted in his body, forced upon him and his brother, Alhazig, at the moment of their first death, holding that fate at bay, yet keeping him teetering on the edge of that dread abyss. It, as well as several other magical experimental treatments, were responsible for his current form, and curse. A berzerker rage had filled them until the brothers had found magical runes that they cast into their swords, allowing them control over the rages. Yet, the more he submerged himself into those rages, the less of his intellect they left him. One day, perhaps soon, if he were to completely relax the magic fueling the runes during combat, there was a chance that he would not be able to be returned to rationality. He would need to be destroyed before going on an indiscriminate killing spree.
Enough of that, he thought. It does no good dwelling on regrets I have no control over. Either it will happen or it won't.
He turned his amber eyes back to the trail he was currently kneeling beside: boar tracks. This one was an animal he'd been tracking for several days. It had been injured during a hunt some careless villager had been on, too drunk to ensure the kill. Lazy bastards...he thought to himself, then jerked his gaze back toward the Keep. He could feel a sudden working of magic, a tugging on the Weave that he could read as a portal spell. Apparently, something important had happened. He hesitated for a moment, then rose to his feet, abandoning his hunt as he approached the Keep's entrance. He stopped, hidden around the corner of the sitting room's entrance to the main foyer, eavesdropping as Tracius began his tale. After the other two made their heart-felt pleas, he stepped out, revealing himself. "They are right, Sunain leader," he said. "You cannot give up. I understand what you are going through, but there must be some way to set things right."
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Post by Tracius Sunain on Sept 17, 2015 0:27:24 GMT -6
Tracius stood up, his green eyes filled with torment. His clansmen, his friend Malachi, they all meant well and good, but they didn't understand. Tight was his voice as he restrained the emotions roiling within him, "You don't get it. One of the fundamental tenants of the Clan is that we have honor. We do not kill innocents. At all. Even if we are not ourselves. We will die first. Granted, in times of war, innocents may become casualties. It is inevitable. What I did, however, was not during wartime. They were more than "unfortunate victims caught in the middle". My spell, intentionally on my part or not, was a direct cause of their deaths. Every child's face, Veronika, was yours. Every woman's. I looked at the results of what I did and I was disgusted."
He turned to Malachi, knowing that the man would understand his pain, "I was not myself that night. When Valson and Asher left the Clan, it was because of something similar: their honor failed them. As my fellow co-founders did, I must as well. I have no right to name myself as a Sunain, least of all leader...."
With that, all control fled from him. He crumpled back into his chair, uncaring for who looked on him.
And he wept.
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Post by kenryo on Sept 17, 2015 0:40:09 GMT -6
(Hart Sunain)
He looked at Malachi with a stern but accepting look. He had met him several times but never knew him as much as the others. "Greetings sir..." Was the only words he spoke to him.. What else was there to say.
Then this attention turned to Tracius, he listened carefully to everything the man was saying. He understood from what he could figure, more than most what he was going threw. He watches as the man he looked to for advice, and leadership broke down into tears. He choked, only briefly holding back the emotions knowing it would only make this harder on everyone in the room. He then turned to Very.. "I understand what your saying, but I promise I'll die to keep you safe..." He then turned his gaze back to Tracius.
He asked as simple of a question as he could think of. "What would you have me do Tracius, my life is this family's. Whatever you need me to do... I will." He pulled up his shirt rubbing his fingers across the marking of the Sunain's... " I have always carried this mark as the highest honor of my life. And I wll act accordingly." He knew his long time friend might need a moment. But however long it could take he would be there when he was ready. He was a Sunain, and they never left family behind. "My brother, I hear what your saying, but the fact you to plainly recite the code, means it was obviously unintentional... I humbly request, that you give this some time... Do not pass the torch lightly, you have been the glue for this family. Give yourself time to recover, to reestablish the mentality you once carried."
He then pulled the ankh from around his neck, and carefully played with it to avoid setting off the trap. "I have carried this as a battle standard of your teachings for years. Is that not in and of itself a success. That you have touched and taught the way of professionalism and honor to us all. You are fragile right now, but I will always stand by your side." The tears in his eyes began to form, unable to completely restrain himself. "you are my brother, my friend, and in several ways a father to me. I will refuse to give up on you and the guidance you have shown me." With that, he rose up letting a half smile reach Very as he turned to leave him with a moment alone. "Whenever, and whatever you decide I will continue to carry this battle standard... I will always follow your teachings, brother."
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Post by Savance Sunain on Sept 17, 2015 18:47:36 GMT -6
The Call...he heard it...after so long, finally..he heard what he thought he'd never hear again so long as his immortal life continued. Deep within the hidden forest..within a small village, enshrouded by a magical foglike barrier..he heard the call. Pity it came while he was taking a bath, though..but oh well.
"Can it be?" he whispered softly, lifting himself from the tub, standing there naked while staring out of the window..where warm rays of sunlight beamed through, his beautiful naked frame basking in the light. His hand went down to his belly, nails lightly tracing along the tattoo of a rose, which..was now becoming brighter with bloodred tint. "Tracius..Hart..Veronika.." he whispered, stepping out of the tub afterwards, grabbing a soft, light robe and wrapping it around himself. Elongated, golden blonde strands of hair dripped with water, smelling of fresh lilacs and wisteria..though, glinting in the sun..razors aplenty sewn into the strands.
Sitting infront of a mirror, he couldn't help but stare into it..a beautiful young elven man..that had almost forgotten. Life, before his existance to date..he'd almost forgotten. The time in slavery..wallowing in depravity and hedonism for the sake of a Master..and then, his life changed..by becoming, of all things..an assassin. Nevertheless though..the call was made. Standing after making his decision with a nod of his head, he grabbed his finest cloth tunic, leather pants and boots. Dressing himself quickly..he then made his way to his closet..one, with heavy magical enchantments..and stood infront of it, seemingly forever. A deep sigh came from him..he knew what this would mean.
"Evrik tora mut..con'sak oran tiz" he'd state softly..etherius chains, breaking away in a waft of smoke..the closet, then opening. Inside..were three staves, as well as a pair of curved elven daggers, still in their sheaths, as intricate and stunning as the day they were made. "This is it" he'd state to noone in particular, while strapping the staves to his back, and the daggers behind his hips.."No turning back"
Thusly..as he left the place he called home..he began to walk into the distance, disappearing into the fog..not once looking back..his footsteps carrying him in the direction of Sunain Keep. Of course..he'd get his hair up in a lovely braided ponytail on the way there...couldn't go back to the others looking anything but his best
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Post by Malachi on Sept 17, 2015 19:09:31 GMT -6
Malachi watched dispassionately as Hart tried to comfort Tracius. He knew that the leader of the Clan didn't need comforting, he needed answers. After Hart and Very withdrew, Malachi approached, slowly unsheathing his katana. The runes carved into the blade cast their glow about them both, bathing the Sunain leader in their brilliance...leaving him unaffected. (I know, auto, so what)
He frowned, then said, "It seems that the runes only have effect on those cursed with Embosse seeds. I had hoped that they would help you retain control." With that, he resheathed the weapon. Even inside the sheath, he could feel the magic of the runes holding back the Seed's berserk rage.
Kneeling next to his friend, he placed a hand on the other's wrist, gripping it tightly. "I know what you are going through," he said softly. "I remember when Valson and Asher left the Clan. Valson, he simply disappeared. Asher, however, left because of a similar circumstance to yours. His situation, though, was caused by his own bloodlust. This circumstance, you have absolutely no control over. And that terrifies you, I know. You fear that someday you will turn upon the family. My magics, though different from yours, are powerful enough to prevent that. You know this. You've never turned away from a challenge before, my friend. So, what is different now?"
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Post by Tracius Sunain on Sept 17, 2015 19:44:01 GMT -6
Tracius, while the tears streamed down his face, "heard" the mental call from Morrigan. As glad as he was that she was awake, he feared to use the magic necessary to push a return call out enough to be "heard" in its turn. He stayed mute as Hart said his piece then left. He glanced up as he heard Malachi draw his sword, felt the tingle as the magic in the runes passed over his body, leaving him otherwise untouched. He sighed softly, then dropped his gaze again, hopes dashed.
He listened as the drow-formed-man spoke, restraining his visceral reaction when he saw the black-skinned hand grip his wrist. Sometimes, he mused, I think Malachi "forgets" on purpose what his form does to those of my race. He wants my attention. He looked up, his green-eyed gaze meeting Malachi's amber one.
""What's changed?"" he said. "What's changed is..." He heaved a sigh as he leaned back in the chair, the movement conveniently removing his wrist from Malachi's grip. He didn't want to offend his friend, but racial history is hard to ignore. "What's changed is that, even though I felt disgust at what I had done, a part of me reveled in it. The part that is the corruption. It enjoyed the carnage I had wrought, the deaths of the humans I was responsible for."
He then snapped a sharp-eyed look down at Malachi, adding, "I hated them for just an instant. The corruption wanted more, still wants more. What if..."
Fear once more filled his eyes as he then whispered, "What if Ludious is trying to come back through me?"
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Post by Malachi on Sept 17, 2015 20:09:37 GMT -6
He thought for a moment, unoffended by his old friend's reaction to his touch. It was something that he was simply used to. It was more important at the moment to puzzle through this newest facet to the problem at hand.
"I've never faced Ludious directly," he said slowly. "But, from all accounts I've heard, it wasn't hatred for humans that he felt. True, he wished to destroy all that he could not reign over, he looked upon mortals as either tools or 'food'. Those he actually hated were those that fought against him, those that had the power to withstand his blandishments. 'Hate' is too personal a word for what he felt. It implies seeing someone as equal, or near to it. 'Contempt' is more what I see as his feeling toward us. He felt himself so far above even Shakaar that even he was as an ant to a man to Ludious."
He rose to his feet, then said to Tracius, "We should discover first when this 'corruption' began to manifest itself. Then, we need someone to search your mind, perhaps even your soul, for the corruption and see just what...'flavor' it is."
With that, he turned and headed out into the foyer, giving the Sunain leader privacy and time to think things through a little better.
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Post by Savance Sunain on Sept 17, 2015 20:32:19 GMT -6
Oh how he loved wandering through the ancestral forests..being of the Wildblade clan of High Elves..he loved nature, it was a part of him, and he it. Forget carriages..a nice stroll through the luscious forest was his preferred method of reaching Sunain Keep. Thankfully he'd remembered his cloak..and had raised the hood over his head as he travelled..enjoying nature, even going so far as to hum and sing while purposely walking into each and every ray of sunlight that beamed through the treelines. He even had taken his lute out, and began playing it as he sang. Oh..if only his twin brother could've seen him now..but, then again..last he knew, Lajane had gone into hiding to get away from slave traders. Not that he was worried..his brother could take care of himself just fine..afterall, all Wildblades knew how to fight..though, he preferred not to if at all possible.
It was at one point of his travels..that he thought about someone..very special to him. Falcora..the man he loved so long ago..the man he couldn't, for the life of him..find. Was it fate, so cruelly hiding each from the other..or perhaps, it was the will of the gods. Afterall..as a slave, he'd been with so many people..perhaps Falcora saw that there was no saving the young elf, and gave up on him? A sigh came to him as he stopped, looking at a pair of deer as they frolicked in the grass.."I'd give up on me, too" he'd whisper, then turned and began moving yet again. It was with a sadness within his heart, that his lute playing became more..somber..even his singing, filled with a deepened sense of regret. Mistress Fate was, indeed..cruel.
Regardless..it didn't stop him from traversing onwards towards the Keep..and even as he came into view of it after the journey..part of him, felt like something was left behind in that quaint little village he'd come to live in. It wasn't love..he left his heart behind long ago whenever Falcora went missing. It was a part of his heart..because, in coming back to the Keep..he realized that finding Falcora would now be, perhaps..the worst thing possible. Bringing him into that lifestyle..even having him around..would've probably put him in danger..and part of his heart still belonged to the man. He couldn't..for the life of him..risk losing perhaps the only person he'd ever truly loved, outside of slavery.
Taking the handle to the keeps door in hand, he sighed softly..pulled on it, opening the door..and walked in. Not knowing what to expect..he kept his hood over his head..and kept his footsteps as quiet as could be, though his staves did rattle abit while moving across the floors. Just incase noone had arrived yet..he didn't want to make any sudden noise incase someone actually WAS there..and doing something of utmost importance. The only indication of who he might've been..being the long, braided strand of hair coming out of his hood, and dangling down at his ankles..the way the strands shined even in the shadows..and glinted from the metal in the strands..
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Veronika Sunain
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Post by Veronika Sunain on Sept 17, 2015 21:38:45 GMT -6
She was already downstairs, sighs and lays close to the window, looking outside, once it was a beautiful place, well it is a beautiful place, but she couldn't believe inside their hearts sometihng was different. Tracius was crying and she couldn't handle that. The sun covering her face , she closes her eyes as it hits her face through the glassed window, her hair becoming almost blue becuase of the lights. Opening her eyes again, she stares outside thinking about Hart words, he was right, she should learn to fight, or at least to be prepared ... He said he would give his own life for hers, but she was not worth it. She was different of them..even Savance, her friend, his rose was red, somehow they were all magic beings, she was only an ordinary female woman. There are so many things she couldn't understand, she know Tracius just wanted to help, bringing her to his home, his brothers but why? she was just a girl like so many others...something just doesn't fit, slowly she stands, her eyes full of tears, she blinks trying to avoid them, she licks her low lip as she thinks how she could help? She was only a nuisance, and probably the best thing she could do was leave all this, live as a stupid human , try to find a way. Covering her face with her hands, standing there in silence she cries ...being careful Tray wasn't hearing it, he already has a lot to handle.
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Post by Malachi on Sept 17, 2015 21:40:03 GMT -6
"Welcome home," Malachi said to Savance as he entered the foyer. Pushing himself from the wall, he bowed his head in the elf's direction, trusting that Savance remembered him. They had encountered one another very little, even at the end of the War, before the Clan had gone their separate ways. It puzzled him still to this day why Tracius had done that, but perhaps it was an indication of what had taken place inside of him. Perhaps a symptom of the corruption was already making itself manifest even then. If so, it was likely to be something that had happened to him either upon his death, or his resurrection.
Breaking free of his thoughts for a moment, he nodded toward the sitting room. "Lord Tracius is in there. He wished for all members of the Clan to reassemble. He will explain, I'm sure, as to what's going on. If you please?" With that, he made a gesture toward the room with his hand, indicating Savance should go right in.
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Post by kenryo on Sept 17, 2015 21:52:01 GMT -6
(Hart Sunain)
After leaving his brother to deal with Malachi, Hart returned to his old room in the keep. Pulling off his extra weapons and weighted clothing he simply stripped down into a pair loose black pants, that almost resembled Gi leggings. He attached his Katana to his waist never leaving it behind. He walked over to a bowl filled with fresh water and began to wash the combination of dirt, blood and sweat off most of himself. He then pulled the Katana blade out "Man, what a piss poor mistake I made there..." In his rush he re-sheathed the blade before cleaning it. Taking a moment to clean the blade as quick as he could he could hear the voiced of Malachi mentioning his other brother Savance. Also asking for the reassemble of everyone down stairs.
He sheathed his blade and walked out, as soon as he saw Savance he suddenly had an ear to ear smile. He slid down the stair railing like a kid goofing around to get the to bottom. "Savance!" He shouted as he placed he hand on his shoulder. "My how it's been far to long." And with that, he nodded to those around. "Well lets hear what has to be said..." Walking by Malachi he stopped briefly, they never were the closest. Maybe it was the drow heritage they both shared that made him always uneasy around him. Almost like it forced him to deal with that part of his lineage. "I know Tracius mean's much to you... I know we have never been the best of friends but I appreciate you being here with us." With that he entered the room, and sat at a comfortable spot leaving room for the others.
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Post by Tracius Sunain on Sept 17, 2015 22:03:38 GMT -6
Tracius turned what Malachi said to him over in his mind. Likely as not, he was right, Ludious would choose a different vessel for his return, if he ever did. What had happened to that evil entity, Tracius never learned. It seemed as though the war had never happened. The rumors he'd heard from the general population was that a particularly nasty case of bubonic plague had ravaged the land, taking out many thousands, perhaps millions, in its wake. He knew, though, what the truth of that particular aspect was.
He rose to his feet, his elvish hearing catching several sounds at once. Close by, he heard Savance entering the Keep, Malachi and Hart speaking to him. A bit further away, he heard muffled crying. A slight smile curved his lips as he thought about how humans continuously underestimated elvish hearing...or overestimated their own abilities of silence. He passed Hart as he came in, heading out into the foyer himself, nodding at him to wait. He paused a moment, locking eyes with the newer member of the Clan. "Savance," he said. "Indeed, you are very welcome. Please, go into the sitting room. If Hart is willing, perhaps he can tell you all that's happened thus far. I trust his discretion, as well as Malachi's. He can fill in any blanks, I trust?" He nodded toward Malachi, then slipped down the hallway, steps falling silently.
After a few moments, he came up behind the crying form of Very. Quietly, gently, he placed his hands on her quaking shoulders as he said soothingly, "My sister...you only lack power because you believe you do. Confidence in yourself will allow your rose to bloom properly and allow you access to the powers of a Sunain." At what would likely be her surprise at his guess as to why she was crying, he smiled to himself. "It's obvious what you are crying for," he said softly. "I heard what you and Hart were talking about earlier. The training you receive need not be in how to be an assassin, Very. There are ways of defending yourself that do not require you to take life. However, I do feel that you need some training. Even if you were to leave us, you will find yourself very quickly overcome by men much like the ones that tried to attack you earlier. And that, I could not countenance."
With a wry smile, he added, "Then again, if any try, it would give me a chance to vent some of the fury I feel urging me toward carnage, even now."
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Veronika Sunain
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Post by Veronika Sunain on Sept 17, 2015 22:18:42 GMT -6
As those hands thouch her shoulders she shivers. Slowly she turns away as she faces him as he talks to her, she tries a smiles, even with all those things going on he was down there, taking care of her, readung her mind and answering her mental questions...He is really the best..."My.."singhs as she says this word" brother, I really don't know what do, but if you, Hart, Savance and that mad guy, Malachi, he is so grumpy..." she couldn't help saying her mind out..."ask me to do, I'll do. and Yes, I am thinking about leaving here..but only because I do not want you to be always worried about an human who is always in trouble." She smiles little as she looks into his eyes and then as she wanted before when he was about to save her, sending her away, she places her hand over his face, caressing it , saying softly.."For now Tray, we really need to go upstairs and be together...right? Do not worry about my tears. " Even her lips were about to finish her words, she stopped talking.
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Post by Malachi on Sept 17, 2015 22:35:37 GMT -6
With a smile, Tracius reached up and took her hand in his. "Dear sister," he said. "You are not just 'some human' to me, nor to the others of the Clan. I took you in because I saw potential in you. There was something in you that you have yet to discover about yourself. It is why I keep pushing you to accept the training. As for the others..." He chuckled, then said, "Malachi, he may not be a true Sunain, but he has the heart to be. We haven't added him to our ranks because of his curse. Unlike what is afflicting me, his has a definitive cause, one that cannot be removed without killing him. Adding the Sunain Rose would finish the job of ending his life. The research I've done into the matter suggests that the magic of the Embosse Seed and the magic of the Rose would clash and tear him apart. Painfully, I might add. He only seems grumpy because that's his nature now. Don't take it personally."
With that, he took her hand more comfortably in his, then led her upstairs. "Come," he said. "It's time for the family to discuss just what we're going to do. You are a member of our family, magic or no, we have come to love you, and your voice will be needed." It was one of the first times he'd said that word "family" aloud, instead of "clan", and was surprised to realize that it was the truth.
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