Thoringel
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Post by Thoringel on Nov 14, 2004 17:03:59 GMT -5
The dance eventually draws to an end, and Alathea curtsies.
"Thank you, Rumerin. Perhaps later we may dance again?"
She smiles prettily, curtsies again and moves off into the crowd. Passing by the bar, she pauses to pick up a glass of wine and goes to a quiet spot to drink it, marvelling at the dance.
Eventually she returns to the fray, circulating through the partygoers and accepting invitations to dance which she coaxes out of the men present (who outnumber women 3 to 1) and gently sounding them on the subject of religion, without them realising she had steered the conversation.
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Post by Validus Ur Vashina on Nov 17, 2004 12:55:00 GMT -5
The Vestran watches the party with his magic filled eyes. He was starting to get bored by now, but he had the patience to stay until the end. He always had patience. Should he need to, he could sit in this very spot for centuries, using spells to sustain himself. There was never a problem with time, even if it ruined a current plan. There was always time to make another, and some are just more important than others.
He finished off the second fruit, watching and waiting. A black haired noblewoman with a bold look in her emerald eyes walked towards him and asked if he would accompany her on the dance floor. He smiled to himself. He did like those who were bold, and she was certainly that. He nodded as he stood, and led her out to the floor. The two then danced.
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Post by Rumerin on Nov 17, 2004 12:58:54 GMT -5
It would be my honour and pleasure.
*He bows, but does not ask her to dance again. He just sits quietly nearby, sipping his wine while he listens to the conversations, even if nothing on his face indicates much of anything. There is often a smile there that does not reach his eyes. That same smile appears when he watches the Vestran get up to dance.*
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Post by Rumerin on Nov 29, 2004 19:06:15 GMT -5
*After a while, he goes over to Alethea and bows.*
I am terribly sorry, but I cannot linger. My business requires my actually being there, unlike that of many of these great people here. It's been a pleasure, a very fine party and such a charming hostess. Farewell, my lady. I hope we'll meet again.
*He bows again, takes her hand (if she offer it at all), kisses it, and leaves as he came- without any fuss, moving quietly and humbly like a servant.*
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Post by Validus Ur Vashina on Nov 29, 2004 19:08:20 GMT -5
Validus stands and sets his glass to the side as he walks out of the building, without saying a word.
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Thoringel
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Post by Thoringel on Dec 10, 2004 10:17:20 GMT -5
*The last guests are gone, and the caterers clean up. Thoringel leaves Marnix to supervise the caterers and retires to consider the results.*
*He is disturbed. How many people had simply accepted the wellworn trail that clerics do good works, and therefore an organised body of clerics must be good for he city?*
*He begions furiously to think.*
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Thoringel
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Post by Thoringel on Jan 12, 2005 18:20:24 GMT -5
*Thoringel smile at the news. So, some brothers had come to the city? others who understood that the Gods were a sham, an illusion? Excellent.*
*Let them do what they will for a while. He would operate behind the scenes, and trip the churches up*
*The central church could stay a while. The others were ripe for mischief though.*
*He would like to find a way of making the healers in Elysium carriers of a disease, infecting their patients. But work on that was slow. In the interim, some raw sabotage...*
*He sent for the others and began giving them some briefings on what he wanted done.*
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Thoringel
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Post by Thoringel on Jan 14, 2005 16:36:24 GMT -5
*Alone in the house, except for the servants, the guards, and Ormin, Thoringel is caught by the pain. When he recovers, he organises himself quickly, moving towards the entrance. He summons Ormin and the two leave.*
.o(Grief, what a fuddle. He had a nasty choice here. Let the madman do his work - which would cast so many of those Powers into the oblivion they deserve, but leave all those worshipped by - other races - untouched, or stop him and preserve those Gods in order to take them all?
What would be best? He thought as he hurried towards the city centre, cursing the fact that he had sent the others on what might turn out to be a useless errand.)
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