Welcome to Elenlond! |
| THE IMPORTANT STUFF
A good place to start... Rules Encyclopedia Additional Info Book of Lore Tutorial: Abilities Profile Skeleton Compendium FAQ Who's Who...? Evona (admin) Yorishine (mod) Sphynx (mod) Andromalius (mod) Guess (mod) |
10.26.09
08.24.09
08.15.09
|
BREAK IT DOWN
Welcome to Elenlond, an original medieval fantasy roleplaying forum! We strive for creative, free-form roleplaying, in the hopes of allowing each and every single member the power to achieve their potential.
|
| Welcome to Elenlond, an original medieval fantasy forum! We're always looking for new, dedicated members. Elenlond is composed of two continents: Soare and Esiria. Esiria, a land now isolated due to the efforts of the last remaining Goddess, is inaccessible to all beings and lies in the east. Soare, a continent in the west, is composed of three distinct nations: Ashoka, Soto, and Morrim. Lying between the two major continents are the Scattered Isles. Since the dissolution of the pantheon and the fall of the gods, these countries have existed in relative peace and prosperity. But how long will that peace last? Enter Elenlond; Turn the pages and tell your own tale. If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features: |
| Welcome Home, Dear; Private for Tsuki | |
|---|---|
| Topic Started: Aug 9 2009, 10:54 PM (106 Views) | |
| Sphynx | Aug 9 2009, 10:54 PM Post #1 |
All-Knowing Mod of Elly
|
Sphynx stared at the small shack that was her home. She was standing as far away from it as possible without losing sight of the wooden slats that created the walls and roof. From this vantage point, she could be almost positive that the building’s current occupant had not yet spotted her. Why she didn’t want her presence known just yet was a mystery even to her. Several weeks had passed now since she had extended an invitation to Tsuki to reside within the safety of her home in order to avoid more threatening figures. Now here she was, standing before her own house and feeling…nervous? Unwelcome? Confused? Unconsciously, the fingers of one hand were playing with the hem of her sleeve; a tick that she barely even registered that she had. She had envisioned this meeting several times on the ride over. Well, she had teleported to within a day’s ride away from the ruinous structure specifically to give her time to think. DarkFlame, that mystical stallion, had somehow known exactly where to find his mistress after he had been sent away from the tower and was waiting to take her the rest of the way. Sphynx thought it had been a good idea to give herself some time to think about life, but that had only made her head ache. Sphynx had known that she would have to come back eventually; it was her home after all. Staying at the tower was merely convenient for the purposes of the plan, but there was no place like home. Her familiar was there, and her own books and notes. She didn’t even think about her experimentation notes. The elf probably had looked through all of them by now, messing with her organizational system, stealing her spells, and…she didn’t even think that he would likely have slept in her own bed! What was she thinking when she made such a deal with him? But then that was the question that had been on her mind all day. What had she been thinking? Now that she actually had time to think about that day, and the one after it, she found she really didn’t want to. Someone she knew had been injured by another person that she knew and she felt she had to…what? Help him? Did that make them friends? Did she want to have him as a friend? What did he want from her? Damn it, she was growing to hate all these questions. Life had been so much easier before she had decided to start dealing with people again. Maybe she should just go back to travelling or living the life of a recluse. Times were simpler then. By the time she had arrived within sight of her home, her head ached, she was tired from riding all day, angry at the thought of elven hands all over her property, and she still hadn’t found an answer to any of her questions. Maybe that was why she stood there for so long, simply staring at the front door to her own house as the sky darkened. Her feet carried her forward until she was standing on the porch, though she wasn’t sure if it was entirely her doing or not. Now what? Was she supposed to knock at the door to her own house? She wasn’t the one using it now, but she still owned the property. She supposed it was the polite thing to do, and then wondered when she cared about what was polite or not. Damn it all to hell. Frustrated with her own mind for the first time in years, she raised a fist and banged in, none to quietly, against her door. Maybe he wasn’t even home; she hadn’t even thought of that yet. Then what? Shit. |
| Offline · Profile | "Quote" · Top^ |
| Tsuki | Aug 10 2009, 12:56 PM Post #2 |
|
The Undeadophile
|
A sudden bang on the door startled the elf awake. His head flew up as his eyes darting to the door, his arms still resting against the table where he'd conveniently fallen asleep, a book wide open, about three quarters of the way finished. Sphynx would find that all of her books, notes, and any other writings she had done hadn't been touched by his hand and, indeed, hadn't even been moved. Whether she remembered leaving them in the places she would find them today or not didn't much matter, as he hadn't even picked them up to browse. The only thing she may find in some disarray was her bed, which he had taken the liberty of sleeping in, though it would become quite clear if she looked at it that it hadn't seen much use in the past week or so. Tsuki's natural insomnia had taken hold of him and, with noticeable circles under his eyes due to the sheer paleness of his own flesh, made it quite obvious that he hadn't really been sleeping - nor had he been doing much else, really, but that was besides the point. Coming out of his groggy haze, he extracted himself from the table. The chances that it was someone menacing on the other side of the door diminished quickly; if they had had darker intentions, they would have already busted it down. "Who...?" The door swung open, revealing the pale elf behind it. He had abandoned his long-sleeved shirt for the short-sleeved one, which was still comforably loose against his body. Also lacking his gloves, it was easy for one to notice his bone-thin arms and the length of his slender fingers, fingers that could easily have played a piano or taken up another hobby that involved long-fingered hands. It took him a moment to register who stood on the porch before the one visible eyebrow arched in mild surprise. What was Sphynx doing here and why was she knocking? He simply stared at her for a moment before he swept aside, motioning for her to come in. "Hello," he said politely, ever the loquacious and suave one (with his words, at least). "You need not have knocked, Sphynx; it is not as though this... shack... is mine." The emotioless quality that was so familiar to her was there, but only a touch, and it seemed that on some level the necromancer was distracted, though not nearly as much as was his norm. Tsuki did, in fact, have some part of his mind devoted to Death, but his awareness of it was far less than normal, perhaps only a toe in its door rather than his entire foot, allowing him to feel most emotion, though not all of it. As soon as she was inside the door was pushed shut, simply out of habit, as he'd had a few visitors since he'd arrived here who had thought that the woman who actually owned the shack had found herself a new plaything. Each time they'd left (he hadn't allowed most of them to enter), the door had been shut quietly, allowing him to return to the silence that he craved. Tsuki returned to his seat, pulling the book towards him as he shut it; it was one of the many that he had pulled from a library in Madrid. "Returning home?" he asked quietly, though he wondered why she didn't just stay in the tower. After all, that was where her so-called 'partner' was said to live. When Andromalius wasn't taking over the world, of course, which seemed to be his current preoccupation, what with news of an army having marched on the city of Eldahar. Perhaps Sphynx was just lonely, if that was even possible for her. The question still persisted, however: why come here? |
| Offline · Profile | "Quote" · Top^ |
| Sphynx | Aug 27 2009, 08:29 PM Post #3 |
|
All-Knowing Mod of Elly
|
Her arms crossed themselves over her chest for a brief moment before falling to her sides. How was she supposed to stand to greet the man she’d given her house to, if only temporary? She was dressed as was typical for her; long black cloak and who knows what else underneath, besides the daggers, which were a given. Even armed to the teeth she felt uncomfortable, waiting at her own stoop for someone else to open her door and permit her entry. For anyone else she would not have hesitated to simply walk right in acting as though she owned the place, because she did. But this new found relationship, if it could be called that, which she had with the elf wasn’t something she was used to. She supposed that she respected him on some level for his own natural tendency to turn towards death instead of away from it, even though she realized that she did not know why that was. She did not really know that much about him at all, and yet something had compelled her to offer up her home with almost no hesitation. If she had thought that she would have been more comfortable the moment the door was opened and the familiar sight of her home spread before her, she was absolutely incorrect. First of all, it appeared as though she had timed her arrival poorly and woken the sleep starved creature up, judging by the time it took for him to open the door and the light creases in his cheek that looked to be from a pillow or perhaps his sleeve. But if that was truly the case and he had been sleeping, then why did he look so terrible? It didn’t appear as though much had changed in his appearance since he’d left her before, and then he had still been recovering from the little event of almost losing his life. He couldn’t possibly be getting much sleep what with the darkness beneath his eyes, but didn’t he always look like that? Sphynx couldn’t quite remember. Pushing questions without answer from her mind, she stepped inside the threshold without waiting for an invitation this time. “Mine or not, you are a guest here.” That was all she said on her strange behavior, as if the comment were explanation enough. She wasn’t even quite sure why she had knocked anymore, but it had made sense at the time. If she noticed his distraction, she didn’t say anything about it. Instead she let her eyes pass over the main room of her house once before walking into the bedroom and doing the same thing. As far as she could tell everything appeared to be in correct order. She was very meticulous about the way that her things were ordered, but it didn’t appear that much had been disturbed. She returned to the main room just as he took a seat. She didn’t sit just yet herself, but instead walked a small circle about the room. It had been months now since she had occupied this space, having spent some time travelling before ending up at the tower. Everything here was familiar. Passing by the fireplace, she made sure to ignite the hearth to a full roar before turning back to the table and the guest. Her shoulders shrugged. “Just dropping in on the invalid.” Her face remained impassive as she looked him over again, though wasn’t able to see any trace of the giant scar that she expected he had. Most likely he still blamed her for the entire ordeal, and though she insists that she had no direct hand in the attack, even she doesn’t deny her culpability to some extent. Striding forward, she seated herself at the table in the only other chair in the room, positioning herself across from him. Now that she was here, she had no idea what to say. Part of the reason she had wanted to come was to spend time at her own home for a change. And if she was honest with herself, she also wanted to see how the elf was faring since the upset. Her fingers drummed gently on the table before she broke the silence once more. “So how is the vacation?” |
| Offline · Profile | "Quote" · Top^ |
| Tsuki | Aug 31 2009, 02:08 PM Post #4 |
|
The Undeadophile
|
Tsuki had watched her sweep by, moving quickly to the only other room in the house. By the time he had taken a seat, the other necromancer had reappeared, ignited the fires within her fireplace, and taken her own seat, but not before making a comment with the word 'invalid' in it, among other things - not that there was really much to her other comments. Had he been anyone else, Tsuki would likely have stood up and simply left, the atmosphere within the small shack losing its collective calm to become one of mixed emotions. Almost clinging to the apathy that was so familiar to him, he countered her questions with responses that were equally curt - or, at least, curt by his standards. "Invalid?" the elf questioned, staring pointedly at her from across the table. He couldn't understand why she should be in such a hurry to check on her home which, when he had arrived, clearly hadn't seen its owner in quite a while. What had she thought he'd do? Rummage through her things, take what he thought was rightfully his? Destroy what he didn't like, make a mess of the place? It wasn't his rightful home and, for one who had so much time on his hands, it wasn't on his agenda to destroy the places he happened to occupy. He tended to be very cleanly and a little on the neat side. He also knew now, too, that Sphynx was in league with Andromalius, and since the incident had no desire to incite her anger. Although she could just as easily have killed him, he also knew that she took pleasure in watching others kill, as well. And what better person, than the man she was in cohorts with? "Quiet. A few people have stopped by, some out of curiosity, most just passing through. Otherwise, pleasant. Unlike much of the world, I do not long for human interaction, and that is exactly what I have not had. It has also been productive." As he spoke, the necromancer reached forward, drawing the remaining books on the table towards himself, the very objects he had been using to learn; he moved them to the floor and leaned back in his chair, watching her. He could see that Sphynx's eyes were searching for the scar that may or may not have been left across his body, and perhaps even the opiates he had been taking to numb the pain. Neither were present - he'd stopped using the latter a few days after he had arrived, and the former was quick to heal, thanks more to the work of the healer than to the rest he'd actually taken the time to get. The scar, which was darker than his skin tone, would fade with time, as they usually did. He did, however, expect there to be remnants of it when all was said and done. "How... has your time been in Andromalius' tower?" The words came out almost strangled, as if it had taken everything he had to actually say them. To think that she was staying in the same tower with the monstrosity was... disgusting. And yet, Tsuki would never say a word about it. While Sphynx may have claimed that she held feelings for no one, he couldn't help but wonder if there was more to her relationship with Andromalius than simple allies. The elf would never ask, of course: he didn't care to find out. "Or is that the reason why you have returned?" The woman would likely pick up on the insinuation there, that she wasn't enjoying being cooped up with the world's newest conqueror, and that was fine. Tsuki couldn't say that he necessarily trusted Sphynx, but he did believe that she had less to do with his near-death experience than he had first thought. As long as Andromalius was in the picture, though, she couldn't be fully trusted. Such are the consequences of one's actions and choices. |
| Offline · Profile | "Quote" · Top^ |
| Sphynx | Sep 15 2009, 08:35 PM Post #5 |
|
All-Knowing Mod of Elly
|
She ignored his questioning comment; she tended to ignore a lot of things that other people said to her. The only sign that she gave that she had even heard the one word that he’d spoken was by returning his stare with one of her own. Her eyebrows were knit slightly closer than usual, but the rest of her face remained as blank as ever. She studied him as she never really had before. When they’d first met, she’d treated him as just any other person that she’d met once and never seen again. But now their paths were crossing more and more than she’d ever expected them too. Did that make them friends? She wasn’t quite sure, as she didn’t really have much to compare it to. But what else was there. Enemies? They really weren’t as much as he might want to believe otherwise after the attempt on his life. Lovers? …she wasn’t sure she even wanted to think about that just now. At least he seemed to be having a pleasant time in the past few weeks. One of the main reasons why she had selected this area was for the silence. It was off the beaten path, and now that she had spent some time here even the animals seemed to keep their distance. People passed through occasionally on their way to the temple, but she was quick to run them off or invite them to stay forever. Few took her up on that offer. “I’m glad that you seem to be enjoying yourself here. I never get visitors who stay, but you’re…welcome here as long as you like.” Was that what a friend would do? Extend the offer indefinitely, even though she struggled through the words? Or wait, what would he think about the extended offer to sleep in her bed? Perhaps this was going to be more difficult than she had expected. The conversation turned away from him now and on to her own doings these past weeks. She took note of his choked words, but after what had happened when he’d rushed into the black tower with more emotion than she’d ever thought he could have, she didn’t say a thing about them. In fact, she found that she spoke less than usual when she was around him, but had more to think about. Strange. It wasn’t until his final question that her eyes flashed at him; the most severe display of emotion from her yet. Her face flushed a pale pink as she broke his gaze, turning her eyes towards the fire. What exactly was his meaning here? Did he guess the events that had transpired shortly after he had left the tower or what exactly her relationship to Andromalius had become? Hell, even she didn’t know what her relationship was to him. So she chose her words carefully before speaking. “I have been well.” She avoided the exact questions smoothly, not giving away any information about what has really been going on in the tower or what plans they had. It wasn’t like it was a lie either, but this wasn’t really the topic that she wanted him to keep asking her about. “The tower has an excellent library, so I’ve been studying in my free time.” So she did what she does best; turn the topic away from herself once again. “Have you been getting enough sleep? You definitely don’t look like it.” God, what the hell was wrong with her today, asking again about his health; again? This was exactly why she didn’t get involved with other people’s lives; they only made things more complicated. |
| Offline · Profile | "Quote" · Top^ |
| Tsuki | Sep 30 2009, 08:51 PM Post #6 |
|
The Undeadophile
|
Crimson eyes watched her face intently; he was in a pleasant state of serenity, despite how aggravated he was with the lingering effects of an ordeal he didn't wish to dwell on. It was likely that, since Sphynx's arrival, he'd allowed a very small part of his mind to return to that place he knew so well: Death. Despite her obvious attempts at hiding her emotions, he could see, just by the way her brows had come together, the very slight crease on her forehead, that she was thinking about something - things that she probably didn't want to think about. If Tsuki was anything, it was overly observant. One had to be when one spent their entire life running and hiding from the things that could and would likely kill you. A flicker of surprise registered on the elf's visage. An invitation, to return whenever he wished? That was quite the hospitality, from a woman who seemingly detested him on a whim, whenever the mood took her. Tsuki bobbed his head slightly in recognition. "Thank you... I... will consider it." The awkwardness that seemed to permeate their conversation was only augmenting, and he felt almost like a young child, a youth who had encountered a pretty girl for the first time and wasn't quite sure how to react. And Sphynx... Well, he couldn't say she was unattractive, because she certainly wasn't - at least, not from a necromancer's standpoint. He lapsed into a momentary silence, studying her face. If Sphynx had hoped to avoid the topic of their conversation, her blush betrayed her and turned it in precisely that direction. "And other things too, of course." Tsuki's expression had adopted something of a smirk, his tone a hint of sarcasm. He wouldn't push her too far, however, being disinclined to start an argument that he would later regret. "I have been doing a little reading myself, should future... incidents occur. I shall have to return the books to Madrid, when I leave." It was an implication for the coming weeks, when he would finally leave his fellow's small abode for the outer world once again. Maybe he would return here, maybe not - it was hard to say. "I was," the necromancer sighed, annoyance passing briefly across his face. "I am not unaccustomed to sleeplessness, as I am sure you know. I slept what my body felt was necessary and now..." He shrugged. "I have returned to a normal pattern of mine. Why the sudden concern, Sphynx? You have not cared before." Now there was a smile, very slight, teasing; he decided to play her at her own game, forcing the focus back towards her with his own questions. Sphynx wasn't going to be allowed to be the only one to be interrogated - it wasn't fair, and if he had to, he wouldn't divulge any further information until he gathered some of his own. Starting with her change in demeanour. "You are not acting like yourself, dear one. Why is that? What has changed you? You did not care about my well-being before, just as I did not care about yours. But now you are showing concern, and extending a hospitality towards me that I have never seen. I am curious... What have I done to warrant your attention? I know what you are doing, avoiding my questions and anything that pertains to you. But how long do you think you will be able to hold your charade? Eventually you will not be able to avoid what I say. What then?" The necromancer propped one of his elbows on the table, resting his pale face in his thin-fingered hand. Those same fingers crawled up the side of his face, his eyes watching her. The smirk was gone now, to be replaced by an expression of genuine curiosity. There was a sense of innocence to Tsuki, as if all of the darkness and death had been stripped from his body. Just for one isolated moment. |
| Offline · Profile | "Quote" · Top^ |
| Sphynx | Oct 29 2009, 10:30 AM Post #7 |
|
All-Knowing Mod of Elly
|
At the hint of surprise that shone in his face, she wondered if it had been a mistake to invite him to stay. She wasn’t quite used to the whole ‘dealing with other people’ thing, nor was she entirely sure that she wanted to get used to it. People had their uses, but relationships were time consuming and generally disappointing. In the past, she had found that the less time she spent trying to play nicely with others, the more content she was with life. But that seemed to be changing of late, for one reason or another. Whether inviting him had been the right thing to do or not, at least he sort of accepted. Sphynx returned his nod with a slight one of her own, but said nothing more on the subject. And as he now studied her, so she returned the gesture, watching him more carefully she probably ever had before. And then he dared break the silence. “And just what is that supposed to mean?” The words left her mouth before she could stop them, though she wasn’t sure that she really wanted to know the answer. Once again her eyebrows found themselves dangerously close together and her lips turned down in a slight frown. She smoothed her features slightly by taking a deep breath, but the signs of her annoyance were still there in plain sight. Sphynx spoke up again, hoping to cut him off from any reply to her own question. “Why the concern? Well I thought that should have been obvious since I blame myself for the incident.” Again another phrase slipped out of her mouth in a way that gave away more than she meant. What she had wanted to say was that she felt she should be concerned because he thought she was at fault, not that she did. But yes, she blamed herself for the attack, but it wasn’t something that she had dared tell anyone else or meant to say to him. She was doing a wonderful job of breaking down her own defenses faster than she could put them back up. Another deep breath, while averting her gaze by looking towards the fire she had previously lit, helped focus her thoughts; add more bricks to the wall. Had she really changed all that much? She knew that she wasn’t the exact same person she was when they first met, however long ago that was, but neither did he seem to be. People changed every day. Was it that one or both of them had changed, or had they simply not known each other as well as they had thought? Breaking the fire’s gaze, her blue eyes returned to his red ones. Her hands were placed one on top of the other before her on the table as she looked him over one more time. Her words, chosen with care, slipped slowly through a calculated smile. “Fine, I admit it; I am avoiding your questions, because I didn’t come here to talk about myself. I merely wanted to see if my guest was comfortable enough in my home while I was away. But so what if I don’t seem to be acting like myself? Since when did you become an expert on me?” Sphynx was growing more defensive, more natural, but she was resigned to the fact that she wouldn’t be able to dodge all of his questions. Maybe it was time that they put it all out on the table. Their first couple of meetings, she had felt comfortable in the presence of the other necromancer; too self assured, too uninterested, to let him get to her. What had changed? There wasn’t any one thing that she could pinpoint; more of a series of moments that slowly gave way to the awkward present. First she left him alone and without explanation on the dance floor what seemed like ages ago; then she left him on the road after baring parts of her past that she hadn’t told anyone else. And what did she really know about him, where he came from, what made him the way that he was? Why had she never thought to ask before? The inquisitive expression that passed over his face told her that he was truly interested, and that actually surprised her. “I’m not the only one that’s changed. Would you have even set foot in my home a year ago? Would you have asked me this many questions about my behavior? Careful, Tsuki, your emotions are showing. Your curiosity is practically dripping off of you. So why don’t you just ask whatever is on your mind? Speak bluntly, darling. I’ll trade you a truth for a truth. Pick a question, and I’ll answer honestly, if you can then answer one of mine.” She was willing to answer some of the questions that he had already asked, but not without getting something in return. He had never really struck her as the type to willingly open up, so would he go for this deal? She always seemed to be the one to walk out on him. Just how would this meeting would end? |
| Offline · Profile | "Quote" · Top^ |
| Tsuki | Nov 15 2009, 10:06 PM Post #8 |
|
The Undeadophile
|
"I know my emotions are showing. It is something I have control of... when I choose." Tsuki's eyes were trained on her. It had been such a long time since he had discussed his past with anyone, and even longer since he'd had to admit and face all of the tumultuous emotions that had been there, in his childhood. There were explicit reasons as to why he chose to linger on Death's doorstep, reasons that he could explain, but the mechanism behind how it worked, or why it worked at all, eluded him. Tsuki had a hypothesis as to what Death did and perhaps how it did it, but he had kept it to himself, like he did all things. There was a long silence as he mulled over what she had proposed, and whether or not he wanted to reveal the mystery that surrounded him. That mystery was key to his being, his existence - did he really want to share all of that with this woman, when it seemed to him that whatever relationship they had, if it could be called that, was nothing more than a construct to replace the fact that they couldn't just be called acquaintances any longer? Because they'd met up far too many times to be something less than 'friends', but nothing more, either? When he found the answer, his lips parted as a slight smile broke the calm that had overtaken them. "Very well, Sphynx. I shall oblige your request, at the expense of myself and my natural instinct. It has... been well over a century since I have really spoken about my life at any length, and... I am not sure why that has been, but it has, and while I would prefer to keep it that way, well... Some things must be sacrificed in order to gain new knowledge and new insight. I will answer yours, so long as you answer mine. In full." He allowed that thought to sink in, to give her time to back out if she so desired. Perhaps the amount of time that he gave her wasn't enough, or perhaps it was simply that she didn't want to wtihdraw, but for whatever reason, she gave him the time to respond, and the first of what would likely be a series of questions came. There was no way to predict what she would ask in turn, but he was prepared to answer, even if it meant to admitting things that he didn't want to. He breathed deeply. "Why do we not start with the most obvious questions then, Sphynx? We can return to Andromalius... and your relationships... later, once we have come to some sort of understanding that relies on the past. I cannot assume that you have been a necromancer for all of your life; there are very few necromancers that I have met who have had children together, and whose children have followed in the footsteps of their mother and their father. Upbringing is certainly important, yes, but it does not determine a child's future. Just as I was not bred to be a necromancer-" anyone could see that, given his race "- I do not believe you were bred to be one, either. I suppose that constitutes my first question: why did you become a necromancer, Sphynx? And if that is what you have been your whole life, since you were old enough to walk, why have you continued down that path? It may seem like I am asking two questions, but I am sure that you too will do the same in time." The smile was gone now; his expression was blank, though curiosity flickered through his eyes. Inside he was shielding himself from what would be the inevitable onslaught that was to come. There were things about his life that he didn't want to admit, and others that a part of him, embedded so deeply it was nearly dead, wanted so desperately to share. However, to share those things Sphynx would have to ask the right questions - he refused to give more than he thought was necessary, and expected the same in turn. |
| Offline · Profile | "Quote" · Top^ |
| Sphynx | Nov 17 2009, 10:55 AM Post #9 |
|
All-Knowing Mod of Elly
|
Sphynx watched Tsuki carefully as he mulled over her proposal. Would she later regret making such a deal with him? It was possible, but the potential benefits far outweighed the costs. There was so much that she wished to learn of his own past, that it might be worth it to give up a bit of her own. Besides, he would only get answers if he asked the right questions. She listened to his one condition impassively. Answer in full? She wouldn’t have it any other way. Her lip twitched before she answered his questions, and yes, she did believe that constituted as two questions. She knew that she was taking a gamble in making this deal, but in the end she hoped that it would be worth it. “You are right in saying that I was not born what I am today, though I did encounter death younger than most.” What type of life she was born into, her family, her childhood, and even the reason she saw death at such a young age was all completely ignored, as those details were not part of this question. “The simple answer to why I became a necromancer is that I found it the best way to channel my emotions into power.” There were of course many more details that could have been added to that tale, but if he wanted specific answers, then he would have to be more specific in his questioning. However, she also wanted to make sure that he answered her questions in turn, and he did say that he would only do that if she answered in full. Normally, Sphynx wasn’t one to drink alcohol, preferring juice when available, but perhaps this was one of those times. Without saying a word, Sphynx rose from her seat and fetched a pair of glasses and a bottle of red wine from a kitchen cupboard before returning to the table. In silence she poured the red liquid into both of the glasses, drinking about half of hers before she would look at him again. The truth was there was no simple answer to this question. “I will repeat that I encountered death at a young age, though to get the full story there, you will need to ask another question. The reason behind that has nothing to do with the questions you just asked.” She felt the curl of a smile tug at the corners of her mouth when she thought back to when she first learned that she even had magic. “Magic wasn’t something that ran in my family, at least not from either of my parents, so I don’t know where I got it from. But I suppose I strayed towards this particular branch of magic to get back at my father; at least that was how it started, and the first body I raised was done on accident. I continued down this path because it was what I knew. It is a peaceful branch of magic. The dead bodies don’t talk, and neither do living beings once they know what type of magic I deal in. I enjoy the science of it, the flexibility, and the opportunity to experiment.” She paused momentarily, as if deciding on whether or not to say at more. In the end, she must have made a decision because she had one final thing to add before changing the subject. “I like the feeling of control, because I have not always had that in my life.” Though she could have gone into plenty of detail, she kept her answer brief. He was going to have to work for his answers, and she was sure that she would have to do the same thing. “Now if that is good enough for you, I do believe that it is my turn to do the asking.” Sphynx took a sip from her wineglass as she considered, specifically, which question she was going to ask of him. It also gave him time to object, if he felt her answer was insufficient. There was so much that she wanted to know, for in reality she knew very little of this man. He had never before spoken about his past, and she would have bet that things would have stayed that way without this little game. “I feel as though I should ask the same question, for an elf that practices the dark arts is extremely uncommon. However, I think I will save that question for a later time. What I would really like to know is what made you to be so apathetic? Was it a single event in your life or a combination of many things that left you with the emotional range of a rock?” In a way this could be considered two questions as well, though she liked to think of it as a reiteration of the same question. Maybe the question was too broad to get anything substantial out of him, but it was a starting point. |
| Offline · Profile | "Quote" · Top^ |
| 1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous) | |
| « Previous Topic · Sphynx's Shack · Next Topic » |
