Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2006 19:32:52 GMT -5
(Another risky walk in the town, but don't expect see though the illusions, save for a few people. Yes, this is a rare side of her.)
There seem to have been no slowing down for the market even after sunset, even though military order harassed some of the merchants that were a little too late away. Some were just glad to be inside before the gates closed, especially a well guised one who didn't want to be bother right now by the soliders and thrown into another lot with that holy pig of a general.
The tunnels which vampires had used before were destroyed or closed up a long time ago, however the debris was loose enough to let a shade of mist though, which was a talent that she was grateful to have for many reasons. Among the exit points, she backed behind one of the more decripated of the houses with an extensive art of transformation with blood thaumatology which transmute her body into another identity entirety. To everyone's ears, eyes, and smells, she looked like a tan-skinned merchant with from the west that been here long enough to accustomed to actually living here. Touch has been a sense she had problems with as it takes too much energy to equal the heat to that of a human, therefore she went halfway. It would be hard to judge in this cool evening, and she took a huge withdrawn from a traveler before she got here, leaving him to sleep off the energy loss on the roadside.
The new figure combed though her platinum blond hair as she walked into the marketplace. The minutes seem like hours as she partly judged the wares, mostly in the jewelry. A burst of laughter came eventually when she broke an ansytal or starheart gem easily with the soles of her boot, and exposed the man as a fraud. It occurred to her that security has became most though since her last visit as the city solders butted in, demanding to know the cause and with her getting a few verbal slaps on the wrist as the crowd broke away.
The night deepen and marketplace died out into a slumber of empty booths and rolling carts and she found herself sitting on the edge of the fountain giving second glances at her merchandise, more importantly a braided dark mithril cord she attached a red gem and wore on her neck, giving a quiet incantation as she does. The jewel pulsed once in reply and she stared into the distance ...forgetting completely what and who she was tonight, another which what she was so angry about and what she forgot to do. The fountain waters rushed a song what she never had a chance to listen, which was similar to the place where she and Zavian has last talked before he was slain. Priest lied so much about them that they never would believe that vampires mourned, ones that are aware often do. damn, she loved that man regardless and missed him with like any woman that was torn away from her lover recently. With her sudden battle to stay alive, protect the source that found itself inside her, and the need to bury herself for a long time to heal the very extensive wounds that corrupted paladin gave her, she never had time to grieve and unfortunately she has a very good memory.
Since she retrieved that last token of Zavian from the crypt which Decimas now seems to make into his playroom, an very selfish thought occurred to her in performing a ritual that would bring her lover back, but she refused the temptation remembering her promise to him. (Also the fact that it was a forbidden spell). She wonder how many unchained were created using it, yet she didn't care where and who they are. It was more amusing to see how they remember or if they would try to seek her out. She hoped not, but it might not be avoidable. Too many things on her mind...Too many conflicts...too many ignorance and misunderstands. She hates to be the only immortal she knows (which the elders vampire do not count), because she thinks too much of these things. Nadirah dripped her hands into the cooling rush of water, destroying that popular belief, making small gentles waves for a distraction.
((PM me if you have any questions about this, and have fun with her emotion paradox
. I'll be back tommorrow evening to answer everything ))
There seem to have been no slowing down for the market even after sunset, even though military order harassed some of the merchants that were a little too late away. Some were just glad to be inside before the gates closed, especially a well guised one who didn't want to be bother right now by the soliders and thrown into another lot with that holy pig of a general.
The tunnels which vampires had used before were destroyed or closed up a long time ago, however the debris was loose enough to let a shade of mist though, which was a talent that she was grateful to have for many reasons. Among the exit points, she backed behind one of the more decripated of the houses with an extensive art of transformation with blood thaumatology which transmute her body into another identity entirety. To everyone's ears, eyes, and smells, she looked like a tan-skinned merchant with from the west that been here long enough to accustomed to actually living here. Touch has been a sense she had problems with as it takes too much energy to equal the heat to that of a human, therefore she went halfway. It would be hard to judge in this cool evening, and she took a huge withdrawn from a traveler before she got here, leaving him to sleep off the energy loss on the roadside.
The new figure combed though her platinum blond hair as she walked into the marketplace. The minutes seem like hours as she partly judged the wares, mostly in the jewelry. A burst of laughter came eventually when she broke an ansytal or starheart gem easily with the soles of her boot, and exposed the man as a fraud. It occurred to her that security has became most though since her last visit as the city solders butted in, demanding to know the cause and with her getting a few verbal slaps on the wrist as the crowd broke away.
The night deepen and marketplace died out into a slumber of empty booths and rolling carts and she found herself sitting on the edge of the fountain giving second glances at her merchandise, more importantly a braided dark mithril cord she attached a red gem and wore on her neck, giving a quiet incantation as she does. The jewel pulsed once in reply and she stared into the distance ...forgetting completely what and who she was tonight, another which what she was so angry about and what she forgot to do. The fountain waters rushed a song what she never had a chance to listen, which was similar to the place where she and Zavian has last talked before he was slain. Priest lied so much about them that they never would believe that vampires mourned, ones that are aware often do. damn, she loved that man regardless and missed him with like any woman that was torn away from her lover recently. With her sudden battle to stay alive, protect the source that found itself inside her, and the need to bury herself for a long time to heal the very extensive wounds that corrupted paladin gave her, she never had time to grieve and unfortunately she has a very good memory.
Since she retrieved that last token of Zavian from the crypt which Decimas now seems to make into his playroom, an very selfish thought occurred to her in performing a ritual that would bring her lover back, but she refused the temptation remembering her promise to him. (Also the fact that it was a forbidden spell). She wonder how many unchained were created using it, yet she didn't care where and who they are. It was more amusing to see how they remember or if they would try to seek her out. She hoped not, but it might not be avoidable. Too many things on her mind...Too many conflicts...too many ignorance and misunderstands. She hates to be the only immortal she knows (which the elders vampire do not count), because she thinks too much of these things. Nadirah dripped her hands into the cooling rush of water, destroying that popular belief, making small gentles waves for a distraction.
((PM me if you have any questions about this, and have fun with her emotion paradox
. I'll be back tommorrow evening to answer everything ))
