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Post by Mr Spock on May 19, 2012 13:30:52 GMT
Ilona smiled. "You've clearly got a good throwing arm on you..." she said, giving him a pleasant grin before shaking her head. "Everyone has their own skills, Mathias. You will find your own if you relax. Now."
Ilona walked and talked, telling Mathias all of the details they had discussed in the conference room before coming to a stop outside a door, opening it into a simple and yet elegant bedroom.
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Andaru
Goody-Two Shoes
I...like...cats...cos...they're...fluffy... The End
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Post by Andaru on May 19, 2012 13:56:33 GMT
"This is amazing." Mathias slowly took in the fine detail of the room. He then turned back to Ilona.
"But I have no idea what i'm good at. I've spent so long trying to prove myself to Feldoran and I just don't think I can fulfill the expectations of people when they see us together."
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Ryoku
Anything But Ordinary
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'You can't see a shadow amongst shadows'
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Post by Ryoku on May 23, 2012 20:05:04 GMT
Kanai stared with mild interest as events unfolded, preferring the shaded corner of the room were few would pay attention. Granted his plan had sounded a little far-fetched, and now that he thought of it he hadn't been that way for several months. Then the sword appeared, dancing through the air and singing along the floor. Apparently the youth who walked in was responsible for its arrival. Kanai wondered how one could throw a broadsword through a window, but was interrupted by the more pressing matter of 'who the hell lives next to a training ground?' It all became terribly confusing, before people started leaving. He glanced out the broken window, noting with some interest a darting shadow. "Probably a bird" he murmured to no-one in particular. He helped himself to a goblet of some fine red wine before settling down in 'his' shady corner, the sounds of clattering hooves echoing in his drifting mind.
The mention of empire provided equipment piqued his interest, but he wondered what he could possibly need. Eventually he leant forwards and scribbled a few items on the page; large amounts of rope, metal shards, two water skins filled with spring water and a spool of fine thread. He mused at his requests. Mundane they may be but priceless to him if he was to continue this quest. A thought which stirred his curiosity, but he remained silent in the corner, awaiting daylight or some need of him.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Aug 5, 2012 23:18:39 GMT
He found an open spot to hold his horse and look at a folded map he had in his bag. Under the light of the moon he unscrolled the map in his hands and studied the likely path he believed for the band of warriors to take. He frowned ever so slightly. Thierdas would be a tricky city to navigate in and conduct 'trouble' that would benefit him and his master.
A thought came to mind and his lips curled into a smile. He folded the map away and told his horse to move him forward and up a slight incline. If he was right the group would arrive over a certain rigde and there he could hold them up at least once. Smile still in place he mentally listed the tools in his bag and started to put together something that would hinder the group in some way.
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Post by Mr Spock on Aug 27, 2012 14:30:28 GMT
Ilona smiled gently and gestured into the room.
"Your talents will show themselves soon enough, Mathias. Stop thinking about Feldoran and start thinking about yourself."
She nodded as a goodnight and stepped away from the room, leaving Mathias alone. Glancing only briefly in the direction of the previous conference, she took up a further flight of stairs and made her way to her own room, shutting the door behind her and heaving a sigh of relief.
She gazed at the room - she didn't really spend enough time here. It was full of ornaments that gave Ilona a sense of warmth and homeliness, and here she could be herself, alone, thinking. She crossed over the room to the crimson curtains and drew them back, opening the veranda doors and stepping outside, watching the stars.
This was the last night she would spend in this room for quite some time. Even if they were successful, there was a chance that the war would continue - the Mage Council would demand her presence at the front regardless, and her house would be abandoned again. She sighed and continued to muse on their mission.
The last time she had seen Aranthor... It was far too far back to even contemplate, and even now she was afraid for their mission. He was deadly, in every possible way. She should have seen through him, in her time with him. She should have noticed the arrogance, the desperate desire for power, the sneering, slimy way in which he attempted to raise his profile, and the glimmer in his eyes at the mention of forbidden magic.
No, Ilona, she thought, glancing back down at her stately regalia. These thoughts won't do. Aranthor is powerful, yes. But he is weak. His most prominent flaws, those that used to make her wrinkle her nose at him, would be his downfall. She would make sure of that.
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