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There was a certain settling that Cineas had experienced when he had really spent time within the Eventide Estate. While it was to be a joint home for him and Elenaris both, he was beginning to take on the feeling that it was home to him. Ravenhill would always be his first home and closer to the city and their business endeavors, but the estate had a certain charm that surprisingly calmed him. The smell of sea air was pleasing and he had found himself growing used to the smells and the sounds of crashing waves.

He stood on one of the large balconies with his hands clasped behind his back. A form of meditation perhaps as he recalled all of the events that had swarmed around the pair of them. This deal with the Chancellor had left him with a slightly uneasy feeling, perhaps buyer’s remorse as he frequently felt when entering new endeavors. The feeling would be fleeting, he knew that but it did not stop its presence. His mind also drifted to the Lady Sun’rael and the possibility of working with her now that other avenues had been fulfilled. Perhaps another letter was in order to assist her organization. Though his hesitation remained as he recalled the younger woman’s current familial situation.

“Lord Duskhollow,” the low voice called as he turned to regard the amber haired Raven that he and Elenaris had created together. “The architects have reported that they have concluded the major changes to the wing Lady Eventide has granted you, as well as your specific requests.” His voice was meek as Cineas turned to regard him with a slight nod. “Please find Miss Cindel to bring Lady Eventide to me.” Cineas spoke as he dismissed the boy and the pair went their separate ways as Cineas headed to the wing that Elenaris had given him.

The architects bowed as Cineas entered the elaborate room with the steeple ceiling. The room was painted a crimson color with a large crest painted on the wall that reflected the merging of their crests with a banner underneath that currently was empty of words. His emerald hues glanced around the room as necessity items were already placed such as a crib, rocking chair, nursing station and a plethora of toys that the child probably wouldn’t need until they were somewhat older. “And now all of your heads are determinant of Lady Eventide’s favor,” he spoke softly as he paced the room while waiting for her presence.

[ mentions: @elenariseventide , slight mentions: @k-sunrael @blackmourn-brothers-three ]

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[ Partial collab with @cineas-duskhollow NSFW below the cut] “A deal,” he whispered as he stepped away from her slightly so that he could cross the room to retrieve the glass of wine that he had poured upon their return to his chamber. He took a sip of his own as returned to the bed where she sat and extended it to her slowly as his hand reached for her own. “That I must honor by daybreak tomorrow.”

Her head tilted slightly, her gaze falling curiously onto him as she accepted the glass. “A deal?” The question came despite her knowing well enough what he meant, the glass coming to rest against her lap as she continued. “What must you do…why?” A sigh escaped her lips as she finally took a sip of the wine and extended it back to him as an absent hand came to rest upon her abdomen.

Cineas seemed rather calmed despite everything.  “A deal,” he confirmed rather elusively. “The blood of an innocent in exchange for that which we desire.” He spoke in an airy manner. “The Void provides when requested.”

She inhaled deeply as she fell into thought though soon afterward she nodded to him. “Whatever must be done,” She agreed just as she had before, leaning over to rest two fingers beneath his chin to guide his gaze to her own so that she could lean in to offer him a kiss. “If you wish me to join you… I will, if it for US afterall.”

“You must join me,” Cineas replied to her as he finished the remainder of the crimson liquid as if it were a life force to him. “Not in the act, that is my portion of the deal. However, your portion is…” He trailed off as he attempted to find the easiest way to explain it to her. “You must drink the blood of an innocent. The father to take the life, the mother to consume that which will fill her womb.” He explained in a low manner, as if he were still trying to process that which was in his head. 

Elenaris offered a brisk nod, squeezing his hand to offer him reassurance. “Then it will be done. Though, as we are both aware that taking from the Void can cause just as many issues as if we chose not to. Are you sure this is the path in which you wish to take to gain what we desire?” 

“I have not found myself resolved on that matter yet. Perhaps we are not so desperate,” Cineas replied quietly.

“If you wish to wait…”Her tone was somber. “You have been hopeful even before this deal was presented to you. Perhaps, as you’ve said, we have already been blessed.” A soft sigh came as she moved to stand in front of him with her arms crossed beneath her chest. “And if not, we will continue to try. If I am not meant for children then that may just be what we are faced with, an empty womb with empty promises. There is little I would not do for you or us but I won’t put you through something you are unsure of. I also hold little trust that the powers of the Void would not still hold our actions against us and one day lay claim to our son.” She turned her gaze away from him as she finally trailed off and shrugged.

“The Void has not yet laid claim to me,” he responded as he glanced upwards at her. “My deal surely trumped whatever deal we could have presented to the Void in requesting an heir to our family.” His words were slow and careful, as if every action that he committed currently was well thought out and needed to be deciphered within his mind before truly decided upon. “Do not speak of such things, Elenaris, regarding your womb. You are not some spinster who has spent the entirety of her life twiddling her thumbs. Your womb took to child before. A bastard child but a child nonetheless. I find it difficult to comprehend that misfortune could be granted upon us.” His words were cool as he rose from the chair to firmly grasp her chin. “We will have our son and should we not and your pessimistic thoughts are correct, I will not take another wife. I will not take a mistress. Our lines will find place within the registry books and we will join the Void together.”

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[ Part II of RP Snippet/collab with @cineas-duskhollow  Slight NSFW/tortureish?]

It had been some time since he had allowed her to walk away from him on the staircase. He had remained in that very spot until the pitcher of wine was no more and he found himself good and drunk. In his pursuit to the wing that was prepared for her stay here with Cindel, he had to pass his own chambers and he found himself fussing out of what he could of the suit. It left him shoeless and in the button down messily untucked in some spots. He continued with his pursuit of finding her chambers after he had exited his own. There was no doubt that servants had seen him stumble throughout the manner as the enchanted torches came to life when a presence was detected that moved by them. He hadn’t bothered to knock when he had arrived at her designated chambers and instead threw the doors open briskly. Emerald hues scanned the room quickly the room but only found Cindel. “Where is she?” He grumbled as his body pressed against the doorway.

The little dark haired woman jumped at the unexpected opening of the door, gasping softly all the same. Just as Cindel as rose, bending at the knee with her head lowered and was to disappear into the other room, Elenaris appeared from where she had originally planned to fetch her. “Lord Duskhollow, My Lady…” She said quietly before being waved off, briskly moving past the Lord and out of the chamber to find her attentions elsewhere. The woman had readied for her sleep, quite obviously just stepped out of her bath as her dampened hair fell over her shoulders and her skin still glistened from the water. The ever familiar robe wrapped around her form, seeing as she had packed for an overnight stay just in case. She stepped forward toward him, keeping a safe distance, however, as she spoke. “I would have expected you to be asleep by now.”

He watched as the dark haired mage had brushed past him in a hurried fashion before his attention had shot back to Elenaris. He allowed his eyes to indulge in their trail of what he could see of her body, offering a smirk that feigned more on lust than anything else at the present moment. “I rarely sleep, Lady Eventide,” he mumbled somewhat casually and propped himself up off of the doorway. “I’ve something to show you, though I will strongly insist that you grab a more appropriate robe.”

“Ah, right, you mentioned that. Instead, you’ve indulged yourself to a drunken state, hm?” Her gaze narrowed at his suggestion but she eventually nodded and went about pulling a more covering robe from her trunk and slipping it on as casually as she could. “Now where are you taking me?” She asked as she approached him.

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[ Another RP Snippet/collab with @cineas-duskhollow….this is a good one.  PT. 1]

He had found himself staring intently at the silver pocket watch that remained in the palm of his hand. The continuous ticks were something that brought calm to his being as a hard swallow was the only thing that he could hear aside from the ticking. When Cineas had left her in the early hours of the morning, a hastily scrawled note was left the nightstand next to her bed asking her to meet him that day at his estate. He had seen hers and been extended the opportunity to temporarily lodge with her, he could do the same.

The Sin’dorei had appeared to take extra care in his presentation, something that was not far from the truth in general but had gone even further at this time. He was freshly shaved, the familiar stubble nowhere to be seen and his hair had been trimmed and styled with wax to keep it firmly in place. He wore one of his finer suits, though nothing over the top. It’s coloring was black, even his dress shirt and tie were ebon in color.

The carriage he had sent for her and Cindel should had been arriving any moment. While time was somewhat of a figment to him, he had attempted to perfectly time her arrival. He nodded briskly to himself as he snapped the watch shut and tucked it into the pocket of his jacket. He steps were hurried but paced at the same time as he moved to stand atop the balcony of the grand staircase that greeted you as you entered Ravenhill, his hands finding the banister, as his eyes formed determined beads as they stared down the grand doorway.

The sounds of the carriage coming to a halt alerted her to their arrival. She looked to Cindel with a smile, nodding as the young mage exited first only to turn and await her Lady to step out of the small doorway. Elegant as ever, but with much less adornments upon her form, she came to standing upon her heeled shoes as the fabric of her gown flowed down to finally meet the ground below her. She lifted her gaze, taking in the details of the outside of the manor and surrounding areas. The chill in the air did little but add to the dark and somewhat eerie atmosphere of the estate, an altogether difference to her brightly decorated home. Finally her eyes came to rest upon the door that would inevitably led inside and made determined way for it. Upon approaching, the entrance would open welcomingly as she and her dear accompaniment were ushered inside.

The clicking of her heels came across the floor and echoed as she stepped inside, again her ever observant eye taking in the detail. As she gazed about, finding herself quite pleased with the estate as a whole, she drifted to look upward as she followed the large staircase to finally meet Cineas as he stood at the top awaiting for her. She said nothing in lieu of a greeting, instead lowered her head in her own fashion of a curtsey, which was something she very rarely did for anyone.

There seemed to be a pause in the entirety of the estate as Cineas could hear the sound of the door waft open. Servants had peaked their heads around corners and doorways to see entirely who their Lord had sent for. It was a rare occurrence when anyone was treated with such respect when arriving at Ravenhill. She was introduced loudly by the doorman who stood behind her and his lips twinged into somewhat of a smirk as she bowed before him.

He carried himself down the stairs in an arrogant manner, his pace seemed to be quickened as he took two steps at one time before coming to stand before her. His hand reached for her own as he brought it to his lips prior to pulling away only enough to press his lips briskly to her temple. “Lady Eventide,” he greeted as he bowed before her in a respectful manner. “You are looking fashionable as ever.”

She watched him intently during his descent, her hands folded together before her until he had plucked one from the other. A faint smile was offered to him as his lips met her skin and even further as he spoke. “Thank you, Lord Duskhollow, you are ever the charmer. But…” The same hand he had lifted in admiration now reached to trace his newly shaven features. She said nothing else save for a small playful sound of disapproval. “I thank you for your invitation.”

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No Pacts Between Lions & Men

[ The beauty of this RP is primarily attributed to collabing with the lovely, @elenariseventide ] 

Cineas had left with enough time to gather what he needed from the apartment in Silvermoon and arrive at the Eventide Manor. Cindel had given him a somewhat surprised look as he entered though his dismissal was immediate with words of Elenaris allowing him to enter the estate if he had made it there before her. After discarding the satchel full of things he had assumed he’d need for his stay with Elenaris, he had changed from the elaborate crimson and black robes he wore. He had settled on a simple, white linen shirt and the black slacks that were underneath his robes. With some prompting from Cindel, he was able to convince her to bring another decanter of the Eventide wine to the chambers and he went about fixing both himself and Elenaris a glass of the red liquid. His first glass was consumed in mere seconds after pouring and the second was quickly followed with as he went to settle down into one of the large chairs before the fireplace. Cineas had gotten himself comfortable, quickly resuming the place in the book where he had paused while in the city as he awaited her arrival.

There had been quite the lull in time between when they had departed and when Elenaris had arrived at the estate. She had waved Cindel off upon entering the large manor, urging onward directly toward her chambers. She already knew he was there, she had invited him, but her frustrations on the matter that had transpired just an hour or so before guided her step. Coming to the large door that led to her room, she swung it open with force. Not enough force so that it collided with the wall, but enough to give off a loud sound as it was pushed open. She entered with expectations, her presence made wholly aware by the sound of her heels upon the floor. “Glad to see you have made yourself comfortable. Now, it seems we need to talk.”

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He had done little to quell his thoughts of her since their formal meeting at the Exchange. Part of him knew that there should have been some focus on the business matters he had came to Silvermoon for, but plans had yet to be made an extended stay didn’t seem all that awful. Things had changed, possibly, drastically so, since his last visit to Silvermoon and a piece of him wanted to bask in that. There was a slight longing for the culture in which he previously indulged, however that seemed to wash away as quickly as he waved his hand.

Emerald hues fixated on the pieces of parchment that lay across his desk. Some business endeavors, some formal writings that regularly came to him as lord of his house, the most important was the beginnings of a letter addressed to Lady Eventide. It appeared that there were some words etched into the paper, but it began scribbled out in a burst of frustration at words not formulating properly in his head. He slunk back into his chair, a heavy sigh exiting from his lips. A previously idle hand had reached for the chalice of wine that sat amidst the paperwork.

It was a pleasant taste, the only wine he had drank for the last few days as the casks had arrived at his smaller estate. He was uncertain if she had received the gold for his purchase yet, but he would make such things known to her if it had not. If her family was known for nothing else, he wanted her to know it was for good wine. “Boy,” he called as he finished the crimson liquid and dangled the cup between his fore finger and thumb. “Yes, my lord? Shall I bring you more wine?”

“No, no,” he dismissed as he placed the wine glass down onto the desk. His fingertips attempted to organize the desk and file the papers accordingly so that it wasn’t entirely as messy as he perceived it to be. “Fetch me Ebonhart and have him meet me in the stables. I wish to take a ride,” Cineas explained and shooed the boy away as his fingertips shifted from the paperwork to slowly button the shirt that he wore.

The elf had taken a moment to adjust himself as he grabbed the black coat on his way out of the study. It would have to do he figured. There was no use running around now when he had already set his mind on something. He had met the much larger elf out by the stables and greeted him in his usual cold fashion. Ajax, at least that was what Cineas knew him as, was an indentured servant and was always treated as such. Cineas wanted him to be consistently aware of his place.

There was a small time lapse of preparation for the journey until the pair were off for Cineas’ intended destination. He had disclosed only a slim portion of information to Ajax and they made haste as the sun began to set across the horizon. It was only through his ravens and brief reading of noble houses that he knew where the estate was, though he was likened to believe that she wouldn’t be entirely surprised.

There was some resistance from the guards of her estate, and Cineas kept to his word of meaning her no harm. In continuance of that, it also meant her staff. He was frustrated, perhaps running out of patience, but he continued on with his pursuit. After all, he had traveled to her in person as opposed to sending a servant for her. A woman had appeared from the entry way to the estate and after fleeting moments of his heart aflutter, she was recognized as someone unfamiliar. Perhaps another servant of hers.

“Pleasant evening,” Cineas greeted in a shortened tone as she approached the two riders. It was obvious he was beginning to wane. His good spirits had been all but dismissed. “Please inform Lady Eventide that Lord Duskhollow has called on her.” There was some apprehension in the woman’s face. Cineas couldn’t quite make out what it was exactly though part of him figured that Elenaris had more than a few suitors who called on her and so his request was not all that special.

“And that Lord Duskhollow is here personally.” His last words had caused a smirk to slightly etch on his face as he dismounted the horse and handed the reigns to his servant. “Make haste as I’ve ridden a great way to seek her company.” It wasn’t entirely a lie, though it wasn’t all the truth either. The woman had waited for a moment, almost as if processing everything that was said, and then she hurried off back into the estate as he waited.

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Sheeted Memory of the Past

Silvermoon.

Its presence was overwhelming, in some factors it was suffocating. Matters of business had brought him down from Ravenhill, but matters of selfishness had tugged him away from his business. He had not arranged a specific time for his rendezvous and thus allowing him time to see to his own bidding. Schedules were things that irritated him. Coming and going as he pleased was far more normal for his style of life.

The priest had tucked himself towards the side of a cart as he amused himself with the fruit selection. The fruit was far from the reason that he had stopped, but it suficed as a means to look occupied. As his emerald eyes scanned the exchange, the visage of another caught his eager stare. Her head was bowed, either in thought or in concentration as she read from a ledger or a book, and her sun kissed locks cascaded effortlessly over her shoulders. It was a scene that stopped the priest from his mingling among fruits to admire her beauty and the scene that painted her to be at peace.

His posture stiffened as he felt his throat go dry. His admiration from afar was reduced to much less at the present moment. If only she had known that the Raven stood so close to her. The urge to walk up and spoil the anticipation that he had amassed for himself was consistently fought with years worth of self control. Something he had worked so hard on was not worth ruination for a fleeting feeling.

Lips tugged into a grin ad his hand reached into a coin purse at his hip and he extended a few coins towards the owner of the fruit cart. With the simple exchange of words, Cineas had gathered a selection of figs which the cart owner placed into a cheap, leather satchel and then handed to the nobleman. He rewarded himself with one of the figs as he stepped away from the cart and handed a second one to the figure that followed in tandem.

“To Lady Eventide,” he requested as the servant had taken the fig. “Inform her that the Raven has left his nest and is eager to find himself among her company.”

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“Did you see his face, a crest, anything?” Elenaris asked Cindel as she read over the letter that had come with the rather horrid looking tome. 

“No, my Lady, I am sorry. They came and went swiftly.” Cindel offered in response as she turned to leaving the Matriarch’s study.

Elenaris took in the details of the book, the tattered binding, the crudely sketched writings on some of the pages. She did not recognize the writing itself but could tell it was written by the same person that also scribed her the letter. She had a tome like this once before, and it only brought about bad luck and nightmares for those around it. Throw it in the fire, was her initial conscience’s reaction though even as she willed to do so, she found herself simply walking back to her desk where she sat and skimmed through the worn pages briefly before tucking it away into one of the drawers before locking it with a key. 

Her gaze held upon the desk for a long time after she the tome away. “Ravens guide you….Ravens guide you…” She muttered a few times before shaking her head and seeing back to the work that was scattered in front. “Surely you can’t stay in the shadows forever, dear Raven.” 

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Leave Yourself Behind

A message would come delivered by a masked figure who wore all black attire. They spoke very little, only enough to express formalities and make sure the letter was delivered to the specific person. When the Raven was sure that the letter was being delivered to Lady Eventide, the letter was handed over with the black wax seal still intact.

Lady Eventide,

I will assume that this letter has found you well as it has been delivered and not returned to me. Though you will not be aware of my true identity for some time, I will continue to admire you from afar. For the shadows would not permit the clashing of our powers at this present moment. I am a humble servant to those that lay behind these plains as I am sure you are as well. Please see this token of my humblest being to your personal collection. It has served me well as I am sure it will do the same. Until the Lords allow our meeting to transpire, dark lady.

May ravens guide you.

Upon completion of the letter, the Raven would hand over the worn tome that was spoken about in the letter. They would not speak and promptly turned to exit the company of the lady.

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[RP snippet from @eliyon-starfury and myself! After @chancellorofthenephrim shot him in the foot….]

Eli’yon had managed to spurred Arius on through the woods at a pace that seemed unattainable with the large worg prior to this. Handling the beast with the two of them on it required a certain amount of skill and exposure to such things and with the bullet in his foot, nothing was made easy. It was almost as if the servants had telepathically communicated with Elenaris because there had been more outside than the previous nights. The stable boy had quickly intercepted them and grabbed the leather reins of the worg so that Eli'yon could carefully assist Elenaris off prior to sliding off himself. Two more servants had come running from the estate at the stable boy’s request for help and met Eli'yon with each of them coming to assist him on either side.

They had helped him through the estate to one of the rooms where he had not yet visited and sat him on a bench prior to calling for a physician. The two servants had began to attempt to remove the plate boot from Eli'yons leg, though not entirely carefully. “Hey!” Eli'yon shouted angrily, specks of saliva spouting from his lips at the abrupt yell. “Careful now, lest you make it worse!”

Elenaris followed in behind him, gesturing to each servant to do this or that. “Eli'yon, hush. But do be careful, please.” She addressed them both before moving to pour them both two healthy glasses of whiskey. “Here, I figured instead of wine tonight…”

The hunter squirmed slightly in the grasp of one of the servants who had moved to hold his shoulders in place so that the other could attempt to remove the boot. His gaze moved from his foot to Elenaris as she extended a glass of whiskey his way and he snatched it from her grasp without a second thought. Whiskey wasn’t his preferred, but it would do and was certainly better than the wine that Elenaris seemed to habitually gravitate towards. In two large gulps, he downed the amber liquid and extended the glass to her lest he break the object in his grasp. It wasn’t much longer until the boot was removed and the blood smeared flesh came into view. The bullet hole wasn’t entirely large and thankfully hit in the center of his foot, managing to miss any toes.

The physician had entered the room not long after and Eli'yon offered him a glaring look. He didn’t entirely trust doctors, regardless of how many times he had been wounded. “Let’s just get this bullet out or I’ll take your eye instead, aye?”

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[Collab between @areussunrael and myself! Lead in story thanks to @k-sunrael!]

The familiarity of Quel’Danas assisted him. His birthplace wasn’t one he was unfamiliar with over the decades, or even centuries. Ward after ward, rune after rune, even out in the gardens, the Eventide estate was protected more heavily than he anticipated. He slithered about using the darkness as his ally, avoiding guards one after the other. On top of guile was magic that assisted him. A slight mental suggestion incepted into the minds of his targets helped him avoid those that might cross his path. A premature visit to the bathroom, a decision to patrol down the right instead of the left, small choices here and there that averted interception of his presence helped him land his feet on the outside ledges of the highest tower in the eastern wing.

Luckily for him, the Lady enjoyed a cool breeze coming in from the seaside. He casually walked in the window and didn’t attempt to hide his presence. If he knew she was in there, she knew that he was outside and chose not to act. “Lady Eventide…” he offered in greeting as he sauntered about, a slight limp in his step.

He sniffed at the air behind his mask, a familiar smell of smoke and alcohol wafted about the room. “Is that… a hint of bloodthistle paired with a bit of red wine? Very refined if I say so myself.” Areus commented.

The Matriarch would be found in a rather lounged manner, her feet propped up comfortably and each hand held just as he suggested due to the scent in the air. Her gaze slowly lifted to meet the man’s, head tilting not quite out of curiousity but moreso in approval. The wine stained lips curled into a soft grin as she nodded to a vacant chair to her right, adjacent to the table that held the remainder of the wine and an empty glass.

“Areus.” She stated simply, returning her vintage once more to enjoy the taste. “Refined, indeed. Care to join me? I assume you might be here for a bit, seeing as you took such detail in making it to my chambers in the manner of which you did instead of simply asking for me.”

“I do relish a challenge,” he responded with a hidden smile, “However, I relish an opportunity for drink and conversation with an old friend even more.” The man shifted into the empty seat, pouring a glass for himself next to her. “Remind me to bring you something from my own reserve next time we meet. I suppose I was remiss in planning because I was so motivated to see you.” he responded, removing his own pipe and lighting it with the flash of his fingertips: a simple trick for a spellflinger. He tilted his mask down just enough to situate and puff from his elegant pipe, “For what little it means, I did miss your company, Elenaris. It’s been some time, hasn’t it?”

She retained her gaze toward him for the time it took for the masked figure to find his seat and pour his glass. A simple breath filled her lungs, the rise of her chest preluding to the slow release while her attentions turned once more toward the horizon just on the other side of the balcony. “Ah, Areus, you are quite the charmer, hm?”

A single inhale came as her lips cupped the small pipe between them, the trail of smoke soon following. Lids lowered as she relished in the often frowned upon vice, placing it at her side as she no longer needed it. “It has not been that long, though I suppose if you miss someone’s company then you miss it despite the time.” As the words flowed, she found herself looking over to him yet again. “And yet, I feel as though there might be something you want as a more likely outcome.”

He sighed lightly, taking another puff from his pipe. He reached over to the wine to give a light sip. “You certainly do have taste. I prefer the more bitter stuff though.” he commented. His eyes found hers and and an appropriate reply. He placed the glass back down before he opened his left hand, attempting to hide the wince he held due to the pain at his side. An orb formed within his palm consisting of shadow energies swirling with no end. The energies found form and converted into a raven that flapped its wings. “I understand that you’re delving more into the darker side of our talents. Embracing the shadow. I wouldn’t dare presume my experience is more well-versed than yours into the darkness because each of our journeys are distinct and unique. However… I would caution you as you step closer to the void. That is the purpose of my visit and my desired outcome.” he continued, “The line between sanity and justice become a little more convoluted with each step we take toward that darkness. You are a paragon of Light, as is my brother, his wife, and to an extent their daughter- your apprentice. But… both you and her dance about a dangerous line that’s very easy to cross. She errs on the side of caution. I feel… the draw of power is more prominent in you. You were never one to allow others to decide your fate or strength, where I think Kaevia takes after you and draws hers as well. But…” his voice took a darker tone,  “She is more cautious in delving to the darkness. However, conversely, this would be an appropriate source for you to bolster your own strength… at a price.”

The dim glow of her green hues held over him as he spoke, ever growing interest with each word. With yet another sip of the wine, she found herself chuckling lowly as a simple gesture came in the form of denial. “Oh, Areus, I suppose this is coming from a place of concern?” Her tone was low, dripping with the tinge of sarcasm as she inquired of her friend.

“The public may view me as a beacon of Light, a shining star among the night sky, or even a guiding hand through a bitter and dark path… but that is not what I am and you should be far more aware of that than most. The Light left me years ago, and I in return shunned it from ever having any power over me by any means.” The woman leaned toward him, her weight resting upon her arm that rested against the chair. She reached her own hand outward, after having set aside her glass, swirling it through the gathered shadow energy that levitated above Areus’ palm. “However I am curious, what makes you so sure that I seek to delve further into the void?”

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“Be careful!” The woman’s voice hissed to the younger as she rested within her chambers after having finally returned home to her own estate. Her foot rest upon an ottoman, ankle wrapped, and soon after there was a type of cold press laid overtop. A sharp pain struck through the muscles as the servant attended her injury, causing the Matriarch to swat through the air and shoo her away.

Once alone, Elenaris reached to the nearby table, scooping up the elegant glass full of the most exquisite red wine and the other hand plucked the small pipe that was delicately packed with the herb. 

Her lids closed, the dim green hue disappearing behind the thin layer of skin, as she sipped from the liquid and then turned to puff upon the pipe. Slowly, she eased within her chair that faced out onto the balcony where the sea crashed below, her head falling to rest upon the back of the cushion.

What type of work have you found yourself in, Kaevia? 

Sip, puff puff. 

The images filled her mind once again. The low hum of the shadow ward upon the chest. The dim purple glow of the relic that rested inside. 

Sip, puff puff.

Who does it belong to and where can I find them? 

The memories and feelings of the being at her back flooded her person, the call of the void latching into her ears, a sound unheard by any other. 

Where are they taking it?

Sip, puff puff.

The sounds of whispers tickled her senses. Whispers she had heard before, ones that she recognized, yet they were becoming ever clearer. 

We must take it back. The cost of death and souls are far too precious.

There was a jolt upon her body, her chest pulling forward as she gasped for air as if her own soul was being driven from her being. As her form relaxed, she sat upward, eyes opening to reveal the dark purple hues that took over what once was the pale green reminder of her past .

It should be ours. 

Sip, puff puff.

A lion never bows to sheep; the voice repeated itself, reminding her of the strength she held and what should be her’s for the taking.

“And it shall be. Whitstan may hold the relic now and dear Kaevia expecting to return it to the owner for payment…but it will belong to us. All in time.” The words flowed freely from the woman’s reddened lips, stained by the pigment of the deep liquid that no longer filled her glass. A grin overcame her, reaching to refill what was now empty from a carafe that also had awaited her on the nearby table.

Sip, puff puff.

“All in time.”

[ @veil-of-ashes RP things from D-20 event! ]

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