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PostPosted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 3:40 pm    Post subject: The Accidental Alchemist: ~Open for Business~ Reply with quote

Always thinking of it as a delicate language, the language of empires and poets, a form of symbols that reflected not only the ancient past but also the inner workings of the soul, Templeton treated it with the utmost care, not at all magic but rather, as poetry.

Perhaps that is why the Notars, his sect of magic wielding scribes, forced him into this exile, far from home. For Notars wrote stoic short words or symbols as tradition demanded, only writing the letters needed for the magical effects. Their language, the only remaining shred of the Noat Empire that spanned the Prytanian continent, allowed the caster to alter the world around him with a glyph, a cartouche or the pictograph of a needed item. Notars wrote for spell effects in much the same way Runeweavers do. Simple letters written on items made them enchanted. Notars, like secluded scribes, spent hours beautifying these symbols and thus giving them that much more power. Power that the magical notaries used to control most of the civilized continent; any other form of magic rendered illegal. Thus the Notars had become the undisputed monopolizers of the arcana arts. Templeton gravitated in secret to establish a black market in the illegal trade of magic and its enchanted items.

Despite their power and control, the resulting syntax while elaborate, always read clumsy, always primitive never truly reflected the heights of a once great people. Yet Templeton, pressed on by the evidence of recent excavations and artifacts that his own band of adventurers, discovered evidence of a poetic style to the Noat language, poetry that contained tender emotions, lavish descriptions, and profound philosophy. The mage-scribe found connections, used adjectives and adverbs to enhance his magic.

This combined with the blatant power of the Noat tongue opened deep recesses of power to Templeton. Advancing further than anyone had ever known the now former Notar began to alter his own possessions- then altering his own past through the language. For centuries the Notars expressly condemned and punished using The Noat in the first person.

Yet Orleon had done just that.

Betrayed (perhaps justifiably so) by his Acropol, his mentor, branded by his own powerful sect of scribes as a heretic, Orleon found himself imprisoned deep in the Swamp of Shadows North of Rivermoon. The city rested on a fertile southern delta of the continent, deflecting the overall savagery of the Noat Empire's fall by harnessing commercial relationship with the mysterious tropical islands to the south. The metropolis so successfully navigated the oceans of trade that it established a mercantile barony and retained independence from the Notars.

For a steep price Templeton was imprisoned in its underbelly. Luckily one of the inquisitors sympathized with his ideas, and thus allowed the disgraced Notar to keep his clothing and equipment.

Undaunted, though desperate, Orleon spent weeks, then months attempting to scrawl one symbol onto the floor using his toenails. An eight pointed asterisk soon developed on the floor under him. Covering the ancient Noat symbol for "Random" when someone entered his cell, Templeton then proceeded to empower his spell with borders, cartouches, and adorations which increased its range and power.

Perhaps too much range and power.

For when Orleon Templeton fashioned the last curve onto a intricate diamond design in the center of the cipher, his reality shifted, whirled and plummeted. His cape enveloped around him to protect its master from the sudden onslaught of particles and wormholes.

Upon pulling the ends of his cape together, Orleon found himself in a spectacular but unfamiliar city, far from the memories of his Rivermoon or even his Prytania.

"What is this place?" he said to an astonished merchant selling a fruit that was unfamiliar to Orleon.

"The Marketplace," the man said, adjusting his robes uncomfortably. "And ya shouldn't be popping in like that here, that's why we have the School for the Mages 'ere"

"Blast I mean the name of the city man, this place, what is it?" Orleon barked, angered and sweating from the loss of energy and the long journey.

"Tis the city of Rhydin, sir, now begone before I call a guard!"

As Templeton walked away, nearly staggering, he could not remember that name. In all of his research nothing had been called Rhydin.

It would be some time before Orleon Templeton would know exactly how far he 'escaped'.


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PostPosted: Thu Oct 19, 2006 4:31 pm    Post subject: From the Inn and back again Reply with quote

In the fews days that Orleon spent in this strange new city, he had learned much of its activity. For one thing, the rogue mage became addicted to visiting the Red Dragon Inn, a center of commerce and activity in the region. The collection of people and information appeared to bust at the seams. Strange how everything appeared to flow out of a tavern.

Traveling the streets cautiously, Orleon slowly regained enough energy to cast his spells. Levitation had come easy, but he refused to use it. Of great use was the cartouche, the enchanted formula for shrinking objects. To his dismay he had found a reserve cache of scrolls and tomes that would prove profitable. Perhaps, with enough contacts he could make a living in this place.

A dog, a rough and scruffy companion with large jowls and shining coat, joined him in his walks about RhyDin City. Feeling his face, he realized that by now he would need a shave of some sort. Wandering about, Templeton spent much of his afternoons in the Inn, casually speaking to others, hoping for an opportunity. Surprisingly the language came to him easy enough and he wondered if they did speak the same tongue.

At the inn Templeton met such interesting people as Kairee, delightful and enticing, yet elusive and playful. RosieODel also proved to be a great help in pointing out direction to him, something the magiscribe needed desperately. When having enough coin he would need to drop in on her 'diner'. Though he had no idea what that may be.
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PostPosted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 9:28 pm    Post subject: The Accidental Alchemist Reply with quote

Growing tired of Rhydin, Orleon took to wander the streets of the marketplace, trying to find someone that would employ him or give him a sense of direction. Two objects seemed to keep his mind centered. The satchel that had survived the transfer to this world offered him a treasure of ingredients and volumes of information. With an astute heart and preserverence, Templeton filled books with diagrams and formulas. Having the power to shrink the mass and wieght of the volumes, the Notar stored them within the comfortable folds of leather.

Xariri, his faithful multi-colored cloak, dwelled with him like a pet. Containing one of his former pet feline's within its reserve, the cape developed both a protective sense and a coy mischievousness. Having little to do, the cloak watched people and took particular pleasure in trying to get them to notice it.

The hours and days withered into one and the other as Orleon kept himself busy. The Notar fashioned a cloak for Lalique, a homeless woman dwelling in the marketplace, that served as both a companion and a source of warmth. Finding an abandoned shack, Templeton got to work on the medium that would prove the most profitable- brewing potions.

The Notars frowned upon such trivialities of the true science. The N'tar language evolved beyond such extensions, being only a rudimentary step in the quest for the absolute tongue, the eternal symbol of Ail. Mere novices were taught that barbaric custom of turning lead to gold, of brewing potions for love and desire. Discouraged at the point of a punishment stick, the novices quickly drew away from such menial labor, and focused on the language, the symbols and cartouches that made their science great.

Yet Templeton could see no resort, well footed in the community thanks to Lalique's bountiful word of mouth, along with a good nudge from Kairee's efforts, the Notar set up accidental shop. Telling fortunes, reading the runes, and concoctions. Everyone wanted a concoction, a potion or ability that they did not possess. At times it may even be someone. Though the accidental alchemist tended to avoid such sticky situations by charging exorbitant amounts for complying spells and brews.

The Notar avoided such relationships and requests. Frankly things could get bad, even dangerous and that could be unforgiving to the scholarly type. No while he did speak the absolute truth, he tried to avoid manipulating the fates of one who loved a warlord or local tyrant. Sleeping in the shack under such circumstances could be undesirable.

Slowly and steady the reluctant entrepreneur made a tidy, then handsome, sum. Nowhere near a small fortune, Orleon began to plan of perhaps settling in Rhydin and recreating Mit-Cuid, his great manor in Rivermoon.

But that would many, many consultations and surely he would have to expand into the buying and selling of physical arcana.
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PostPosted: Sat Jan 20, 2007 10:05 am    Post subject: The Bliss of the Panab Reply with quote

In the days that followed, tracking the sun with instruments both bought and constructed, Templeton began to make it a habit of resting on the small porch infront of the humble shack. From his vantage point the Notar noted every movement in the large plaza before him, only steps from his burch. In the following days the porch became filled with a myriad of flasks and transparent containers, each holding an ingredient or concoction of his choosing. Pots about the porch appeared thereafter, filled with various plants, herbs, and dirt collected. Within his satchel each parcel and piece catalogued in an impressive tome. There within the pages a multitude of diagrams and spells- each becoming more complex than the other.

Panab, the power of the word, overtook him; and there was nothing the Notar could do to avoid it.

For centuries his sect of word smiths both feared and envied the panab. Universally considered a blessing when it descended upon the scholar in an unfamiliar (or uncatalogued) area, the Panab literally translated meant "giving word". It became the job of the Notar, the cataloger to find or conceive the name, record the name, and register the name of every member of the chosen kingdom- be it animal, person, or thing. The act, more like a ceremony, could become grueling for the individual; particularly if it required the services of a Jif- or supervising mentor.

Yet Orleon could think of no Jif except for himself. On this rare and lucky occasion there would be no deadlines of samples of theorums, no stuffing ingredients into tiny drawers and offered to the writing circle. None of that. At this time Orleon appeared free and with time, to amass all that the surrounding world of Rhydin would offer.

Already Orleon discovered an odd plant, one of his first Camellia alcemis, an odd plant which held remarkable qualities. It could become the base plant, that viable leaf which took on the atributes of whatever you added to it. The leaf, steeped as a tea magnified whatever one placed with it. To the point of having hallucinogenic properties. Mixing it with the horn of a bull, Orleon found that the day went much easier, his ability to lift increased by several times. Boiling it in milk, within the light of the morning sun, appeared to extend his perception of time, where he moved slower than the world around him. Swallowing too much made him pass a solid three days in what he perceived as but a flash. It would serve well when he needed the time. Yet he wondered if the reverse were true.

The teas and the alcemis deserved a volume in itself, and the Notar rapidly expanded not only his cataloging but his collection. It eventually overtook the shack. The interior and large front porch facing the plaza of the Marketplace, evolved into a Notarial and achemical library, a booth for consultation was set up, and tables for tea drinking. (The Notar had found the alcemis wonderfully marketable, an apt word in his current location). Bottles hung on the porch, for warriors appeared to always want potions as he had learned from the past few days.

Orleon wondered if he could start that business, that of temple and dungeon extraction services in Rhydin, then again he would surely need to advertise.


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PostPosted: Mon Jan 22, 2007 9:00 pm    Post subject: Boiling Over Reply with quote

After days upon days of research, Orleon felt he worst part of being an alchemist was waiting for boiling water. Nothing could be more frustrating. If he wanted, surely a minor spell could flourish the substance into excitement- it was his way. Even a rune of heat would bring the water to the bubbling surface. But Templeton also noted that the product, be it potion, concentrate, or pildor, did not retain the same power that it would if fire was used. Fire, one of the key elements, gave it a special power.

Consulting work in Rhydin slowed down since the Notar extracted the runes from a curious client named Teyah Blackstone. The runes came easily, but still the familiarity and daring that had come from their meeting still made him wonder. Surely everyone at the bar must have seen their interchange. An honest fortune teller usually is a poor fortuneteller, he reminded himself. No one pays for the truth, but promises and empty dreams were big business.

Still he thought again, waiting for the flames to curl on the glass device containing the water, about the dark haired woman that came to see him. Orleon went back in his mind, returning to Rivermoon painfully. Wondering if she too found a portal into this world, or if perhaps this world was just on the other side of Rivermoon. Where had they met before, nothing seemed to come up at all. Her skin did succumb well to the cartouches of the N'tor language, for they had arisen rather easily. In others a divining session using the tongue could take hours.

Orleon then felt a disturbing thought curl about his mind, planting itslef into a horrid realization. Searching about his person, his vestments and about his cloak (and it enjoyed every minute of it) Templeton frantically looked for his stylus, the veritable magical staff of his sect.

Nowhere to be seen, at all. He summoned it but surely it must have gone out of range. If he were out of range of the pen, surely it would disappear, but there was no indication in the tongue of malice there. Then he noticed his cloak, shaking, as if in laughter.

"Xariri! Pickpocketing your own master, and with such a valuable item!" Templeton roared, marching out into the front looking frantically out into the square hoping to see Teyeh.

Beside him the water overflowed, boiling over above the flames.
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PostPosted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 9:00 pm    Post subject: Everything familiar when you wait Reply with quote

The light snow melted with his thoughts, watching out from the porch of the small shack, overlooking the pitch black of the evening hours. Far off, in the swirling crystals of moisture, a high tower rang with an unknown hour. Xiriri huddled close about his soldiers driven by the inespicaable need to protect and conserve. The cloak moved less, protecting vitals about Templeton's torso, ever mindful of his needs. The small cauldron swirled in heat, but Orleon barely felt the instinct to move its contents into the appropriate place. Nothing called him more than the unknown location of the stylus.

Frustrated, the Notar turned to his ingredients. Reaching for a well worn flask of hiden powder, the supply running out, he began to wonder where would he gain a fresh supply of supplies. While in his prison in Rivermoon, before the overcast spell brought him to this strange but profitable place, the exiled scribe thought of hiring muscle to seek about the realm for components to his spells. Too many times in the past few days had warriors wished minotaur horn, a vital part of healing medicine.

Orleon smiled, so many adventurers go forth into the world without the proper equipment, let alone a party. 'Always travel with a healer, it is more valuable than any sword, more useful than the hardest shield' one particularly well injured Warven had told him.

The warlord, no better way to describe him, entered his thoughts, clearly an individual looking for work. To the average mage, Rhydin City proved to be a mecca for warriors looking for jobs. And Magi always had the need for wandering strong arms. All one needed to do was tell them 'Bring X and whatever you find is yours'.

With that they were hooked.

Orleon made a mental note, passing it on to a wandering beggar, to look out for this C'ang. This Dwarf which called himself something, something familiar. What was it with familiarity these recent days.

Perhaps Rivermoon was not as far as he had originally thought, or perhaps there was a connection.

Orleon continued to wait, deciding to give the potion a terrifying dose of immortality, saving it for C'ang.
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PostPosted: Sun Jan 28, 2007 11:08 am    Post subject: The unqualified Caretaker Reply with quote

Templeton, trained in the myriad ways of manipulating the world around, proved to be no care-taker. While the man grew in the strange knowledge of bringing the universe of ingredients and reactions to his complete control, he appeared an imbecile when taking care of a patient. Damn, adventurers were supposed to take care of themselves!

Just when the small cove at the plaza of the marketplace began to take an air of familiarity, this had to happen. Usually the transfer of memories went smoothly, but then again this could (and the Notar still wondered if this were another world or not) be another realm of existence.

The woman looked disturbed, wrought my images not her own. Templeton attempted, valiantly, to make her comfortable, loosening her robes and leather. She appeared surprisingly full-bodied despite her sharp elegant features. Orleon cursed for feeling aroused, still feeling like a alchemist in the middle of an experiment. Enough time for that later.
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PostPosted: Sun Jan 28, 2007 11:08 am    Post subject: Business Beckons Reply with quote

Hearing movement in the plaza, Templeton moved, colliding his head with a floating oil lantern. Leaving Teyah alone, he moved onto the porch. Since there was nothing more he could do for the woman, he decided that perhaps a little bit of business would prove beneficial for him. Yet, like always happens in retail, it seemed that the customers, a certain curious woman. After her, and Templeton drumming his fingers upon the chair, came a strange individual. At any other time the Notar would have given him complete attention.

The being, unsure if it human, mortal, demon, or even undead, asked about the Philosoper's Stone. Somewhere in the Notarial Archives, there appeared to be some attention to the nonsense. Turning lead to gold, but turning something worthless into something valuable contained no higher function. Money had never been a problem to the Notars, money was trivial. The secret order tapped into the reservoirs of buried resources that the N'tar empire had left behind. Long ago the scribe monks translated the locations of thousands of underground, vast chambers of instruments, chests, items, and hordes of treasure that Orleon had only begun to muster for himself. For that he would need help.

Apparently the poor retch sought the remedy for a missing arm, given fate had probably deserved the punishment or gotten himself into the situation. Very well, Orleon thought, lifting himself into the rafters, long tucked from prying eyes- for he did not want someone to steal this. Stealing potions of healing, and increasing intelligence. What is that too a man of his growing caliber? The needy did take from his porch as needed, the guilty finding surprises later on.

Giving the creature, a bottle filled with the Vinus Destin, a fermented brew of the diviner's vine, whereupon the drinker is cured if that be their eventual fate and entered the shack to check upon his guest.
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PostPosted: Sun Jan 28, 2007 11:17 pm    Post subject: Guests and Rafters Reply with quote

Templeton opened the door of his shack, his eyes looking over Teyah with an emotion that could only be registered as guilt. What else would one feel? This woman, if she her form were naturally human, managed to grow so close to him and somehow he had found a way to betray her. Had he betrayed her?

The night, cold with a touch of snow, a fact that Orleon's tropical blood could never become totally accostomed to, found him with customers- as always the case. It seems that the creature with one arm, known as Gabe Vega he had found out, appeared to have grown another arm. Fine, good, the Notar felt elated that he could be a part of his destiny. Though at the aid of an elixir that had the taste of processed pork meat. Some destinies do not taste sweet. The usual price of mention and dedication had been asked, the usual odd currency of this world.

Still thinking about evening, Orleon checked on Teyah, her pulse appeared elated, her forehead sweaty, her body in desperate spasms of cold. The symptoms made the skilled Notar wonder if she were true to her human form. This unacceptance had been odd; frankly worrying the former apprentice. Orleon sat upon the bed, his hand upon her shoulder, her pupils moved about as if seeing a thousand things.

For so had he.
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PostPosted: Sun Jan 28, 2007 11:19 pm    Post subject: Guests and Rafters II Reply with quote

Exhaling Templeton remembered the visit that always seemed welcome in an unwelcome time. Kairee, appearing much like the muses of poets, and perhaps both inspiring and damning them to eternal desire (Nothing could make a man create more art, than simple desire); she entered his porch perhaps on an errant. Though Orleon, feeling the intoxicating effects, of a new tabac he had discovered a few days before, may have gone too far.

With only a thought to the perils his 'guest' may be enduring, Templeton felt the instant need to gratify simple needs- or perhaps just see how far he could get. This only made the Notar that much angrier, pounding the bed beside Teyah, how could he behave like such a, a, man?

The banter only continued, Orleon even reaching for the woman's thigh. Logically she refused his advances, mentioning a promise that may or may not be decaying. The Market Alchemist remembered her asking about what lude behavior he could be doing besides research? What do people ask for when they come? Are you not here lonely and desperate perhaps even fondling yourself other than reading books? Surely that was not what she had asked but that was what he heard and now remembered.

Instead of pushing her away, like he had done with Teyah, the Notar only summoned from his eternal supply of magica in his rafters, a device of a questionable sexual nature- a toilet seat on a springed stand. Orleon was not even sure where it came from, but if someone had asked or even will ask for the item, surely it appeared within the web of crooked beams that made the over carriage of this mysterious shack. Templeton made a note on a pad by the bed to investigate the previous owners, and uses of this shack. Containing the faint smell of sulfur in certain corners, could prove quite suspicious.

Hearing a grown from her, Orleon decided to break with Kairee (or was it that she had refused his advances, would he have walked away with her, and return to his patient. The usual banter between them, Kairee always managed to enter, stay and leave in ambiguity, Orleon watched the woman leave, not sure if he had managed to betray someone that he had shared so much with so fast.

Feeling that vacuum called guilt, Orleon allowed Xiriri to slip from his shoulders, encircling and warming the woman in his stay. Turning over, Templeton rested his back on the bedboard, taking a volume from the table he began to read, softly touching Teyah's long black hair, trying to not look at the sharp curvature of her form.

Eventually his eyes became heavy, and the last thought in his mind wondered if he would join Teyah in her dreams.

But those were things he would not wish to return to.
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PostPosted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 12:05 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Shadow was wandering the Marketplace for the umpteenth time that day. She sighed, knowing that she wouldn't find him. Then she saw the shack and remembered the add in the newspaper, something about Divintations....Worth a shot, right?

She walked up and knocked on the door.
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PostPosted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 9:08 pm    Post subject: An Abrupt Awakening Reply with quote

Rivermoon now occupied Orleon's dreams, sleeping in the shack with his arm about Teyah. The wondrous Rivermoon, city of balconies and ornate patios shadows by palms, soothed by the breeze of the Arcanum River. Some called it the delta of dreams, since the Brothers Crimson founded it centuries before for the Ntar Empire. Guided by the light of a silvered moon, the conquerors followed to find clean air and fresh water in the delta to alleviate their berserk instincts. Warriors, deadly harbringers of empire, founded Rivermoon, and to commemorate that day, once a year, the local tavern owners hold the Milkmoon Festival. Orleon remembered at one of the ale contests he met this one lady of....

The knock came at the door, returning him from his beloved city, the taste of grain and Guidari syrup, used to make The Milkmoon's Tavern prized brew wet his lips. Orleon found himself wiping the corners of his mouth. Despite his growing knowledge of alchemy, the Notar could not even begin to fathom how to recreate the concoction. But he set a note in his mind to begin as soon as possible.

Lifting his arm tenderly from over Teyah, Templeton moved to the door. The morning appeared to have come abruptly, not know where the time had gone. Orleon felt a chill tingle his magi instincts. Someone penetrated his defenses. 'Why would anyone knock, if they had obliterated the shields about the house. Perhaps this one was worthy, needed help, or simply was innocent of wrongdoing. Those with malice (hopefully) cannot enter', the Notar thought to himself, looking back at Teyah.

The dreams appeared to have subsides, she no longer perspired, and did not appear restless. Templeton smiled and turned to the door, summoning his cloak from around Teyah and about. The cape whirled about him as if a liquid.

Opening the door, Orleon noted the form before him, the slender and well dressed lady. Deeply tan, she gave the impression of great serenity, strong centering. The gleam of three swords, cautioned the Notar, but felt no malice.

Smiling, stepping out into the porch, Orleon tried not to think the obvious...

"May I help you," he asked as politely as possible considering that this form surely was a mask for a Wyrm.

What would a dragon wish of his trinkets, words, and symbols?
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PostPosted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 11:31 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

She smiled slightly. So he feels Magic..Interesting. She took a half step back, allowing him onto the porch. Her movement just barely too graceful to be human. "Um, maybe...I heard you do Divintations?" She looked him up and down, feeling his...Fear?

"And I promise I won't bite..Much anyway...And I might be able to help you in return. There is a young woman in there, one that needs healing, correct? I think I can help her."
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PostPosted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 4:59 pm    Post subject: The Awakening... Reply with quote

:::Teyah awoke with a start, her eyes flying open and seeing some strange sort of scientific mobile above her. It was dark, except for a few twinkling lights. She studied the mobile in the dim light allowing her eyes to focus and then turned slightly to see where she was. Her head ached as she noted the wild disarray of bottles, decanters and parchment. She could hear various liquids bubbling nearby, while a gentle mist seemed to hover about the room. The memories of her and Orleon?s exchange came back to her, reminding her that after he had placed the instrument of memories on her forehead, she felt as if she were to faint.
Judging the current situation she was in, she must have done just that. Her hands felt underneath her, connecting with the soft material of bed linens. She went to lean onto one elbow when the warm covering over her stirred. She smiled and rolled a hand over the cloak.

?Oh?Xariri. Have you been protecting me?? she managed to whisper.

The cloak ruffled its approval and then she heard a movement next to her. The sound of labored breathing commenced by her side and she turned. Orleon lay sleeping there, his mouth slightly open.

Teyah grinned and briefly her previous dreams bounced back. She remembered watching him in the shadows of his study as the intruder caught him creating elborate designs. She recalled the condition he was in when locked away in his prison cell desperately trying to escape through his etchings on the floor. But most of all she saw the way he looked at her at the Masquerade Ball. The ?Rivermoon? Masquerade Ball. How could she have been there, or was it simply the confusion of her dream? Was she placed into one of his memories, like the other scenes? But why did he see her, acknowledge her, dance with her, and almost?..kiss her?

She eyed him there, wondering what he was dreaming about. She pushed herself into a sitting position, Xariri snoozing by her lap. She took Orleon?s hand, feeling his skin in her palms and fingers. The dream had been so real. She could place exactly how his skin felt as he held her hand in the midst of their dancing. She could smell his musky scent and taste his flinty breath. She brought his hand up to her cheek and caressed her face with the back of it. She placed her lips upon it and inhaled.

Then she stopped. She inhaled again and closed her eyes to hold back?what was the feeling??.disappointment. She could smell the scent of someone. Someone rather feminine. It was a combination of phermone, soap and perfume. She had always been keen with primal senses, but she was hoping that her current feelings for Orleon hadn?t compromised their accuracy. Maybe it was a potion he was working on? Maybe he had helped a fair maiden with some remedy? But she couldn?t shake her instincts. Her instincts that the scent was indeed feminine and quite potent. But then what right did she have to feel this way? He was not hers...

She dropped his hand gently and slipped quietly off the bed, adjusting her clothes. She found her cloak nearby and then thought it would be best to leave Orleon with a taste of some magic she had acquired on her travels. She found a blank piece of parchment and quill. She scribbled a note and placed it on the bed where she had lay. Then she stopped to concentrate and whispered a few unintelligible words. An exact replica of her shimmered into appearance on the bed next to Orleon. She walked over and placed his arm over the twin for good measure. The figure, that could even make the motions of breathing and unrest, would last for a few hours and then fade softly, the note below coming into view.

She hastened to the front entrance, looking back to wave and mouth ?goodbye for now? to Xariri. She needed time to think. She definitely felt something for this man and she was bonded to him in some way. He also may have answers to her past. But right now, she just wanted to get home and have a drink. She stepped out into the night, a hint of morning light bursting over the trees.

And back at Orleon?s place, the note read:

?Thanks for the memories.

Sincerely,

Teyah?::::
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PostPosted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 8:29 pm    Post subject: Such is Rhydin Reply with quote

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There is a young woman in there, one that needs healing, correct? I think I can help her."


Templeton shook the feelings of so-called fear from his mind. Many creatures about the earth only became worse if they smelled fear, and Orleon was to have no part in fear. Straightening, he looked the sensual being in the eye, realizing the mission of supposed mercy she lead. Looking back, the Notar noticed that upon his bed the form of Teyah flittered then faded. Wondering if she had come to him only to steel his memories, an addiction that he had encountered in the far southern islands, among the Kiru Tribe; he muttered to himself- then muttered it out loud, slightly confused.

"There seems to be no woman here that needs your help, apparently she has gone into the ether," the former apprentice spoke, his eyes both on the plaza and the form before him. Damn if he knew why Teyah had run off like that. Perhaps, since everyone in this world appeared to have some extra-ordinary power, the lady may have sensed the presence of Kairee.

'How could she not sense the presence of the woman, that muse, that floated about Rhydin gracing magi and artists? Even I could sense her presence, it was so obvious, damn me for not setting up any cloaks- or for getting too close,' Orleon thought, his mind racing. 'But what harm was there in enjoying the comfort of a muse, afterall, I, one of the most powerful wielders of the sacred tongue stuck in this shack. Then again whose fault is that? For this land has been too strange and too overabundant in information and components. A magi or Notar from the Prytania could make a fortune herein.

Mayhap that is why I have stayed.'

Glancing only briefly at the note, questing time would have to wait until later, Orleon stepped out fully onto the porch, ducking his head under a hanging tree of drying herbs. "I do hope that perhaps we can help each other, and yes I do read the symbols of old, at times even drawing them from the person, would you care to read symbols on cards or shall I draw them directly out of you?"

Orleon controlled the last bit of the statement, hoping that his voice did not give way to anything fearful. Yet he did wonder what the wyrm would do to the sacred tongue of the Notar, what symbols would he pull from her if she chose the second option.

'Still such is life, a dragon upon my porch, a muse about the streets, and his bed still warm from the sharing of a memory, such is Rhydin....'
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PostPosted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 1:16 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

She blinked, feeling magic from the form that disappeared. Then looking him in the eye. "I'm not evil..I like humans, and they don't eat good anyway. I'm not a spy either...Will you quite thinking I am? I wasn't trying to read you, but you thought that bit rather loudly. Now then, that said, what would drawing them out of me involve? And how would it differ from reading the cards?"

As she was speaking a small red kitten ran up the steps to sit beside her, then it shifted into a human form, a young girl about thirteen with red hair. The girl smiled at him then said, "You might wanna stop gawking at my Bond mate. This form's not that sensual..Not anywere near as bad as her Elven form. So do stop staring, and she's a nice dragon that doesn't know a thing of your breed of magic, and isn't anything close to evil."

Shadow jumped, "Ayra! I thought I told you to stay with Ryo!"

Ayra smirked, "Good point, I'll go now. Know this Notar, I know your magic. Be glad I'm not entering." And with that she disappeared.

Shadow sighed, "I'm sorry about that..She's a bit of a pain, and much older then that form said...She's a were-cat."
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A shimmering ripple of this Realities fabric and Kairee appears, reclining in a wood slate lounge chair. Her dress as nearly immodestly short as ever and her long, splendiferous legs crossed at the ankle.

"I see the show has already started." she smirks at Orleon and Shadow.
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PostPosted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 2:25 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Shadow looks over at Kairee. Nodding slightly. "That it did.." She smiles, trying to be friendly.
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PostPosted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 7:13 pm    Post subject: Always Time to Wander Reply with quote

"Do excuse my paranoia, I know it must have seemed rude," Orleon said in the polite sensere attitude he cultivated since becoming an accidental merchant of components. " I assure you meant no harm, and was not meant to be rude in any way. In my line of work, with lovers looking to the future, warriors for favors, and magi looking for power in this city, my line of work could get dangerous."

Orleon pointed to the sloven but comfortable chairs used for clients and visitors, various tables surrounding them with herbs, writing materials, and smoking incense. His cape sweeped behind him without touching it, and motioned to the chairs. "Please sit," the Notar commented with a generous invite, avoiding the hanging bottles that appeared to move out of his way. "As for the process of extracting symbols, since all the answers are within you, we all know our future, I can pull from your form characters of the sacred alphabet which will let us know what is going on with that situation." Waiting for his guest to sit, Templeton explained further. "But if you prefer it we could simply read the symbols on these cards," Orleon lifted a card from the table, a shining spear glowed on the hard back card, flipping it, the symbol turned and became a shield. "I luckily had these in my satchel when I got to Rhydin."

Politely waiting for the response, Orleon felt little surprise when Kairee appeared on the lounge beside him. Somehow the Notar came to expect the sudden appearance of his so-called muse. While he was not take aback, Templeton still felt a shock when he allowed his sight to wander to those ever-well made legs of hers.
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PostPosted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 7:16 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

A teasing wink to Orleon and a dazzling smile for his client, "Please....don't stop on my account. I'm here to observe only."
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PostPosted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 9:19 pm    Post subject: of Course Reply with quote

After speaking the words, Templeton recalled the invitation he had extended to Kairee last night. "I had not expected you so soon, and this early, I had no idea that you even got up this early..." Orleon said with a smirk.

Turning to his 'client' the Notar awaited a response.
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PostPosted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 9:43 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

"I can see that happening, although it hardly seems fair."

She sat; carefully dodging the hanging bottles. Her movements once again just too fluid to be human. She smiled, "Well, which is more accurate? Or is accuracy in the eye of the beholder?"

She smiled to Kairee, "You two know each other?" Her eyes following the Notar's gaze.
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"Who said I slept?" her smile teases Orleon before her gaze drifts back to Shadow, "Does it matter, Babes? You're here for your purposes and I am here for mine." Kairee shifts slightly and turns her spleniferous legs a bit, "Or are you suggesting that I am not welcome?" she asks as her emerald eyes consider the girl-form before her.
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She nodded. "That's true." Her eyes widened slightly. "Oh no..I didn't mean that at all. I apologize if that's how it sounded."
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"You can make it up to me sometime. " Kairee winks, "Now, don't keep Orleon waiting much longer. He is running a business, aren't you, babes?"

Kairee conjures a flute of champagne and settles back content to watch the proceedings.
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