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[raging_monkey]

He he it would be interesting to have them chat without the third wheel.

Spoiler

half the manor was destroyed it would take considerable coin to repair. Aurelia was covered in blood ,breathing heavily desparatly trying to subdue monkai.

"Your getting tired Milady I can tell... let me leave and I won't have to kill you" monkai said his eyes glowing orange and green. He was toying with her at this point... he hated fighting women.. it was unbecoming.

"Not til you honour your word rivaini" she cried summoning mana. Just the crippled man came. "Mother stop this it's alright allow me to speak." He said, she relented.

"This way milord "

XXx

The two sat in the courtyard monkai wondered why he stopped the fighting it.

"My name is gratis pleased to meet you" he said softly

"Is that your real name sounds contrived " monkai joked. " its a alias that's all you need. And I ask you personally to reconsider " . It was odd for one to ask to become a monster to what end he wondered. "You know it may kill you and it be a waste of coin."

"Yes I do" gratis said voice full of confidence. Monkai pondered and left the courtyard not before giving him directions to come alone to his lab in three weeks
XXx

It was nice to home again he thought as he prepared the lab for his experiment... it was war now

[Serelir]

Gratis, lol. 

[raging_monkey]

HEhe I thought would be funny tongue and cheeck

[Serelir]

'tis! I kinda hope this experiment works, or at least doesn't kill him. What kind of spirit would you use for that? Spirit of legginess...

[Red of Rivia]

You are a elf, you know the information network

[Serelir]

Minrathous

 

Spoiler

Elowyn managed to dust herself off and escape in the confusion that followed. Everyone was busy gazing at the damage. She hoped the catastrophe wouldn’t be traced back to House Vaellanius, or she’d be in trouble with the Magister. Perhaps she could turn it to their advantage by suggesting that Caius bid on the repair contract.

 

It was the day of the rally. She thought she’d better just head down there to meet Aminia rather than get trapped by duties at the manor. Elowyn had never experienced a rally and didn’t understand the point of it, but she didn’t want to disappoint Dio and Aminia. She hastened to the meetup spot and was surprised to see Caradoc waiting with Aminia. She was afraid he’d be angry with her for deserting House Caracalla.

 

“Caradoc, I know it doesn’t make up for what I did, but I’m sorry.”

 

“Listen, once Magister Caius took notice of you, it was only a matter of time before he got you in his clutches. Aurelie may blame you for sneaking out, but you’re only the latest accoutrement in a long-running battle among the magisters. Besides, she’s gotten hold of a new weapon.”

 

“Oh? What’s that?”

 

“Better to ask who: your friend from the dinner party, Monkai.”

 

“Yikes! That doesn’t seem like a good idea.”

 

“I said exactly those words to her before I left this morning. But she’s determined. Hey, did you hear about the accident at the library?”

 

“Nope,” said Elowyn disingenuously. “What happened?”

 

“Some duel or other – happens a lot, but they don’t typically do so much damage.”

 

“Is the library ok? What about the books? Smaragdus is going to self-combust!”

 

“They said there’s some structural damage to the dome, but they’ve cast a temporary spell to keep it in place. Whole thing’s held up by magic anyway,” added Aminia.

 

“I’m relieved to hear that!” said Elowyn. “About this rally – why are we going again?”

 

“We need your help with something,” said Caradoc. “I’ll explain on the way there.”

 

They boarded a gondola, and Aminia drew the curtains closed. Elowyn thought that was odd, since it was a beautiful day.

 

“What happens at a rally?” she asked. “The magisters aren’t elected, so why do they need to have rallies?”

 

“They still need public support,” explained Aminia. “A Magister’s position in the Senate is stronger when public opinion is favorable to the legislation, so they have these functions to make public speeches and sway supporters.”

 

“So you’re attending in order to spy on Magister Fuficius for House Caracalla?”

 

“We’re going to do a little more than just observe,” said Caradoc drily.

 

“And we need your help,” said Aminia.

 

“My help? Just what are you planning?” asked Elowyn.

 

“You know weather magic, right? You can make it snow?”

 

“Yes, I can make a blizzard,” said Elowyn. “But won’t that be a little obvious? It doesn’t usually snow in the Imperium, does it? So everyone would know a blizzard was created by a mage.”

 

“Exactly. We’re not interested in snow. We’re going to make rain instead. A slow, drenching sort of rain that will kill the rally.”

 

“But that’s Dio’s house! I’m not going to sabotage my friend,” stated Elowyn.

 

Aminia and Caradoc exchanged glances. “Why don’t you hear what Magister Fuficius has to say, and then decide?” suggested Caradoc.

 

“But you’re going to do it anyway.”

 

“It would be better with your help,” said Aminia. “Elemental magic isn’t my strong point. I might create a thunderstorm by mistake and fry some innocent bystanders. It could backfire.”

 

“We’ll set you down, and you can meet up with Dio and listen for a bit,” said Caradoc. “Then, if you decide you want to help, make an excuse and come signal us. We’ll pick you up.”  Elowyn agreed, wishing she’d brought an umbrella. She could at least get Dio away from the crowd before any thunder and lightning started raining down.

 

The gondola dropped her off a block away from the plaza where the event was taking place. Elowyn studied the crowd. It was mostly shemlens, middle-class sorts, conservatively dressed but not laeta or alta. A few elves skulked around the edges, and a cluster of surface dwarves stood to one side. A band was playing, “Tevinter Shall Stand Forever.” Elowyn located Dio and greeted him. He kissed her on both cheeks. “Hello Beauty!” he exclaimed. He looked so happy to see her that she had trouble believing it was all just an act meant to entrap her.

 

“How are you, Dio?” she asked.

 

“My day just got better, seeing you!” he cooed.

 

“This is my first rally ever,” she told him. His smile faltered.

 

“I wanted you to see it,” he said.

 

“So, what are the issues? What sort of legislation is your Magister trying to pass?”

 

“Shhh, the speech is about to start.”

 

They turned their attention toward the stage. Magister Fuficius strode out wearing some sort of archaic Imperial apparel, black with a wide band of purple running through the sleeves. He was a fleshy sort of fellow, with a poof of hair blown back from his face that didn’t stir the slightest when he moved his head.

 

“Citizens of Minrathous!” he began. “There is a plague in our midst!” The crowd gasped as if on cue. “The oxmen sit on our northern border like a hulking parasite. Refugees stream through the city gates, and along with them, Undesirable Elements! The lowest sorts of scum: Antivan rogues, Nevarran thieves, and black-skinned Rivainis who rape and seduce our women. And my colleagues in the Senate just encourage this subversion of our noble society while they dally with their knife-eared slaves!”

 

The crowd roared. Elowyn had heard enough. Dio had a pained expression. “I’m sorry,” he whispered to her. “I wanted you to see for yourself.”

 

“Excuse me a moment, Dio, I need to use the facilities.”

 

Elowyn had to restrain herself from casting a lightning bolt at the podium. Knife-ears, indeed! He would see what a knife-ear could do. It was going to rain, alright. She walked into the nearest alley and signaled the gondola.

 

“This is going to be the finest, dreariest, most soul-destroying rainstorm Minrathous has ever seen,” she told Aminia and Caradoc. “I’m doing this for all the immigrants. Just call me the Rainmaker.”

 

She gathered her mana and willed gray, heavy clouds to form. A few drops fell. People in the crowd looked up while Fuficius was railing against the poor soporati sucking away at the government’s teat. Elowyn increased the amount of rain, and the crowd began murmuring and covering their heads. Elowyn turned her hand, and the rain increased, cold and soaking. People began running for cover. Fulficius’ droning speech was drowned out by the sounds of the crowd breaking up. The music stopped as the musicians scrambled to protect their instruments. Elowyn let the rain continue until everyone had dispersed. She’d seen Dio, forlorn, look for her then walk slowly away.

 

It felt good to use her magic, really good. This was what she was made for: to mold the substance of the world, to gather it into her hands, change its form and send it out again. She steeled herself against the temptation of pride, but felt satisfied when at last she put her hands down and Aminia and Caradoc cheered and clapped her on the back. The rain went on, the susurrus of its pattering making the most pleasant music.

[Serelir]

You are a elf, you know the information network

Elowyn's really new to Minrathous though, and she spent most of her life in a circle in Orlais. Plus, she's a mage, so the non-mage elves don't trust her yet. She needs to prove herself.

[raging_monkey]

There's that word again... dying happens in many ways

[Master Warder Z_]

*Snorts*

 

An elven slave thinks to command the elements of rain?

 

Truly something so pathetic and weak would try to rally the mightiest of natural resources, the very skies themselves.

 

Only one being commands the heavens to weep!

 

Here's a bloody hint.

 

Ukojizai no Jutsu

[Serelir]

Hah! That means you actually read my story. 

 

 

There's that word again... dying happens in many ways

 

Which word, Monkey?

 

[Master Warder Z_]

Hah! That means you actually read my story. 

 

Uh, I'd call it a broken, fragmented tangent personally but yes, I occasionally read the "roleplay" here.

[raging_monkey]

Hehe vastly different rules lol

[raging_monkey]

Hah! That means you actually read my story.






Which word, Monkey?

dying lol

[Master Warder Z_]

Monkey already knows

 

Spoiler

Akatsuki Hideout

 

Land of Tea

 

Nine hours after the battle between Uzumaki Naruto and Uchiha Sasuke at the Valley of the End

 

This was a meeting unlike any that had been held in recent memory all of the shadowy avatars of the Akatsuki stood in attendence, all had been summoned for this meeting for it discussed the implementation of their plan.

At long last Akatsuki would begin it's final preparations.

 

All had given for this day, through their blood, sweat and toils they had crafted the organization that would herald the end of the Great Village System, the end of the Shinobi System. While few of them knew of that ultimate aim, that the goal of Akatsuki was as much about ensuring global peace as it was domination...it mattered not, for the day to announce their deadline had arrived.

 

"Well, well how long has it been since we all gathered together like this?" The shark like shinobi Hoshigaki Kisame questioned aloud.

 

"Seven Years. Not since Orochimaru left us." The darker half of Zetsu supplied in his boredom.

 

"And now Orochimaru has the Sharingan." Kakuzu stating the obvious in his usual terse manner.

 

"Is that true Itachi? You're little brother?" Sasori questioned aloud; no doubt recalling his own years as the Snake Sannin's partner. The acquisition of Sasuke by Orochimaru would only further increase the Sannin's ability to interfere with their ultimate objective, no doubt the puppeteer was contemplating just forgoing their given directive to only engage if they encountered the former Konoha nin and deliberately attempt to track the old snake down once more.

 

However as if reading his partner's mind Deidara cut in before the puppeteer had any chance to argue for the removal of the Sannin.

 

"Don't be impatient." The blonde artist Deidara put in with one of his usual nasally grunts at the conclusion of his sentence. "We'll deal with our old "friend" Orochimaru soon enough." The youngest within Akatsuki put forth with his usual energetic zeal despite never having even met the Sannin.

 

"After all, we have only three years in which to prepare." The familiar grunt soon followed suit. "And we all know what we have to do to be ready, right?" The junior within Akatsuki questioned, as expected no one rose to the bait that was left out by the youngest of them or rather they were cut off before they could.

 

"Of course. No mistakes, remember what we seek...Everything...Including the Nine Tailed Fox." The entry of the Leader of their organization into the conversation immediately cut off any snide remarks and or threats of bodily harm that were going to be directed to the blond artist. No this day would not be sullied by infighting or bickering, today was a day that the Leader of Akatsuki had awaited too long, given too much for it to be ruined by the infighting that plagued his association of rogue and renegade shinobi.

 

Furthermore he wanted all of his subordinates, all of his comrades to focus on what awaited them in the near future, no longer would their goal be some lofty ideal held back by lack of resources or members. Today was merely the confirmation of what he had told them all at the beginning, today was proof that his resolve, his goal, his dream would not be denied.

 

He would show the world his resolve, his ambition, his strength in three years, after the time he had spent building up the Akatsuki to act as it had been intended to be, consulting with Madara, building his own strength...a paltry three years was nothing to him, he'd wait another century if he had to but thankfully he didn't.

 

Three years.

 

In three years Akatsuki would send forth its declaration of war upon the entire world.

[raging_monkey]

*Drools*

Speaking of fan fiction I finally got the 8th Ms squad series no more streaming

[Master Warder Z_]

[raging_monkey]

Yup fully subbed. Though I did love shiro's via in the dub. Cant event remember his name think he does bleach too

[Red of Rivia]

Information.

Spoiler

Red went to his information supplier, a guy who traveled by Seheron selling and buying secrets, pretended to be a slave trader in Tevinter. It was one of Fog Warriors, one of the few who ventured through these lands. His name was Sam or at least it was as how Red knew him, they had negotiated several times in the past. Sam was a human and there was no notable feature in it, perfect for the job.

- Greetings - welcomed Sam - I know why you're here.
- Where is the merchandise? - Red said, directly.
Sam looked around.
- An elf caused confusion - revealed Sam, choosing his words - you have lost information.
- And the rest of the slaves?
- Sent to the embassy - said - can go talk to them there.
- And the elf?
- I know her name... I think... Elowyn? - Sam said - I was going to handle it, but there was a Magister around, it was better to be silent, you can solve this, Vaellanius House, you do not work directly for the Archon? I heard that you have safe conduct to investigate anyone, this can come in handy.
Red nodded. - I will contact is elf, thank you, Sam.
- If that's all - Sam looked back at the sides - I'm going, I will put your money on good use.
The two parted. Red waited for the Aeducan received the slaves at the embassy and then he started looking for the elf.

[Serelir]

So many threads to tie together - what a web Elowyn has found herself in! She was just about to make contact with the abolitionists. But first, another dream.

[Serelir]

Vaellanius Manor, Minrathous

 

Spoiler

Vel was out that evening on some business for the Magister. Elowyn checked on her charges – she preferred that word to "slaves." She hoped to set them free as soon as she could arrange food and lodging for them. The mother, Avulia, had asked for duties.

 

“Just take care of your children. Do you know how to read? We can get some children’s stories.”

 

“I know enough stories to tell them,” Avulia replied, “but I need something else to do all day. Don’t you have any work for me?”

 

Elowyn had barely had time to arrange her own duties – she should be continuing her research, but had been caught up in everyone else’s issues. She thought for a moment. “How about gardening? There are some herbs I need for my research and for making potions. I can talk to the head gardener and see if she can set aside a space.”

 

“I grew culinary herbs and flowers at my former master’s house,” said Avulia.

 

“I’ll write a note for you to give to the gardener. Just be careful – some of these herbs could poison the children.” Avulia assured her that she would keep the kids away from that area. Apparently, the slaves exchanged childcare among themselves. Elowyn wondered how many of the children were Caius’ bastards.

 

As she got ready for bed, she decided she would go dreamwalking again. She was curious about the man in the tower. It had to be Caius – who else would take the form of a dragon? He hadn’t mentioned anything about being a somniarus though, not that he would tell her his secrets. She wanted to know how he had known she was inhabiting his dream and not just a figment of his imagination. It wasn’t as if she could just hang out with Caius and ask him a bunch of questions. He was a busy man and spent much of his time in the Senate and in meetings with his agents and the other apprentices.

 

If he appeared as a dragon again, though, he could actually kill her inside the dream. He could do that anyway, of course, dragon or no dragon. She would have to be clever, and she didn’t always feel very clever, especially when confronted with the full force of a Magister’s powers.

 

She felt the sleepers drift into their dreams all around her. So many worlds, so many desires and fears inhabiting their dreams. She had to focus on one dream and find a way to enter it. She willed herself not to be distracted by all the fantastic dreaming thoughts as she made her way toward the heart of the mansion. She knew roughly where Caius’ private rooms were, and since the Fade bore a correspondence to the waking world, she navigated corridors that were both familiar and distorted.

 

She found Nazlik’s dream first. A sparkling ocean of gentle waves stretched out in front of her. Elowyn could smell the sea and feel a freshening breeze blowing through her hair. Nazlik was just ahead of her, picking up seashells. It was a beautiful, peaceful scene, and Elowyn longed to stay there. But she turned aside and went into a cave in the cliff behind her.

 

Something gleamed at the back of the cave: a mirror just barely catching the fitful light reflecting off the water. Elowyn gazed into the mirror, expecting to see her own reflection. Instead, mirrors within mirrors stretched into infinity. It figured that Caius would have tricky dreams. She would have to take a chance: she went through, hoping she could find her way back out of his mind.

 

The silver of the mirrors tingled on her skin. She became attuned to its touch, like a taste on her skin. One of the mirrors had a burnt, smoky taste. It called out to her, and she chose it, stepping out at the bottom of a grassy hill. It was nighttime. The air felt heavy and still. There was something at the top of the hill: Elowyn could see the shadows against the reddish, oppressive sky.

 

She made her way up the hill, each step a struggle. At the top was a sort of table: a platform of black granite. She saw Nazlik standing next to it, forlorn, cloaked all in white. But whichever way she turned, Elowyn could not see Nazlik’s face. Sorrow was writ into every part of her body. A man approached the table. Elowyn thought it was Caius, but then she recognized the man from a portrait in the manor: Caius’ father. He carried a baby in his arms and placed it on the table. It was the infant from the other dream: the same brilliant white light glowed from the child. The man raised a sacrificial dagger, the same dagger Elowyn had seen in an earlier dream, the one in which she had been tied to the rack.

 

Black lightning snaked across the bloodied sky. Elowyn heard the beating of enormous wings and felt gusts of hot air scorch past her cheeks. A great black dragon appeared on the horizon. The dragon or the dagger? There was only one thing to do. Elowyn grabbed the baby and ran for the mirror. The man sent ice to slow her – Elowyn burnt it away with fire. She could feel the dragon coming closer, pushing the air against her. She wouldn’t make it in time.

 

She reached out and tore open the Veil and leaped through with the baby, then turned and sealed it closed again. She was back in the mansion. She could hear someone moaning wetly. She stumbled on something soft and heavy. She couldn’t see – the air was full of smoke. She pressed the baby to her chest, kindled veilfire and wished she hadn’t: the floor was covered with blood and viscera and dead people. The worst part was that Elowyn recognized all of them: the guards, the apprentices, the slaves. She whispered a prayer that she would not see her beloved among them.

 

She heard the wrenching, hoarse cries of a man and made her way forward. She came into a room and saw a man cradling a woman’s lifeless body. It was Caius and Nazlik. She reached out and touched Caius’ shoulder. He turned, his eyes full of anger and sorrow. She lifted away her cloak. The baby’s light shone out.

 

“I saved him,” she said, and placed the child in his arms.

[Uccio]

Spoiler

 

*That had been the strangest dream Caius had seen in a long time. Caius sat in his study looking at the old tome about dreamers. His suspicion had grown into a certainty. Caius held his hand on a page explaining dreamer abilities. Specifically how to infiltrate the dreams of other, willing or unwilling. He had again seen the dream where the manor had been under attack by Mucia and her troops. This time, before the final confrontation someone had appeared. A blurry vision, but still clearly a woman. With their baby in her arms, "I saved him", Caius recalled her say. And that voice, so much like his new apprentice.

 

Few days ago he had dreamed of something else, but equally strange. A moment with Nazlik and the baby, it had been a lovely dream. Much better than the latest. So serene. Her smile had brightened his heart and the child´s laugh had bubled in the tower chamber like tiny golden bells. But the child had his eyes elsewhere, like he would have seen something funny at the door. And then something happened. 

 

What exactly happened was still a bit blur to him, like looking things from behind a misty veil. But Caius felt like he had seen Elowyn, it had lasted just a blink of an eye, tiny fragment of a moment. But that moment he felt awake like something, or someone, had woken him up. In his dreams, and this something had a red hair. A good indicator. He had a vague memory of following her, flying? Something happened, Caius thought. Did we fly? The desire to catch had burned in his veins like a fire.

 

He shook his head. Now he was sure he had seen her. The little elven girl had breached Caius barriers into his dreams, twice. And she did so easily. It was time to talk to her, alone. Caius closed the tome standing up, he grabbed his staff leaving his study.

 

He walked silently across the manor, hooded, like a dark ghost in the empty hallways. Upon reaching the apprentice wing Caius stopped in the hallways close to Elowyn´s chamber. He had heard talking from there. Caius stood in the shadows watching silently leaning on his staff when Vel walked out of the room throwing a kiss as he left, "I will return in no time love".

 

Caius stored this information in his mind for later use. After Vel had disappeared to the hallway Caius stepped forward. He knocked at the door standing close by.

"Did you forget something already?", her melodious voice spoke behind the door. Then the door opened and Elowyn stepped forward with a hopeful and expectant look smiling. She recoiled slightly when she saw Caius standing like a dark shadow by the door. The playful smile on her face disappeared fast. She gazed at Caius with a diffident look.

"What can I do for you?", she finally whispered collecting the pieces of her self-confidence, trying to desperately keep her voice steady.

"It is customary for the apprentice to call her tutor a master", Caius said with a calm deep voice. "Alright, what can I do for you master?", Elowyn raised her dainty chin pooling her willpower to gaze into his eyes covered in his hoods shadows. 

 

A faint smile gleamed in Caius lips for a tiny moment, "that is better, my apprentice". Caius stood there for a moment looking into her eyes, "I need to have a word with you. Please come with me". Caius stepped away from the door gesturing with his hand tilting his head, "now".

 

Elowyn took a quick glance at the slave woman and her children sitting on her bed. The she straightened her back and walked out of the room with a defiant look, "alright. Lead on".

A wry smile on his lips hidden in the shadows of his hood Caius turned to walk down the hallway. "Follow me", he said to her. When they passed the apprentice library Elowyn almost turned there but seeing him continue she quickly ran after him.

 

"Where are we going?", she asked with a hint of suspicion in her voice, remembering her dream trip into the dungeon. "To my tower", Caius said without looking back, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

 

Long steps up the large spiral staircase, passing a occasional door or a hallway. The tower held many levels and rooms. And then finally, the top chambers. Caius walked on Elowyn glued to his heels, she had been determined to show her spirit. No matter what would come. But she didn´t expect this.

Caius opened a door to his own chamber, "If you please". He gestured her to walk in. 

 

"Here? in your room?" Elowyn peaked inside leaning forward, her wondering eye caught the massive elaborate bed against the wall. Then she remembered, "master?". Caius nodded slighty, "yes, in there". Elowyn took few careful steps into the chamber stopping at the center of the room sifting her feet. She gazed at the luxurious furniture, paintings in the walls and frescoes in ceiling, and again at the bed. She swallowed, "what now? Master?". She asked while her mind raced wildly. 

 

"Follow me", Caius walked past her into the large stone balcony stretching out from the side of the tower. Elowyn slipped silently after him wringing her hands, "why are we here?". 

 

The hot afternoon wind twirled her hair, and Minrathous opened up before her. She could see most of the land marks from this height, the Circle, the library, the proving ground. And dozens of palaces, manors and mage towers. She could even see the tower of Magistra Aurelie from here. A seagull flied by screaming. Caius manor stood on a hill overlooking much of the city.

 

"Please, have a seat", Caius gestured at the ancient seats carved of dragon bone. Still strong, still shining white. She could feel the faint dragon magic echoing from them. While she sat down Caius went back in, he returned with a silver tray holding a crystal wine bottle and two glasses, his hood pulled off. The hot wind tried to grab his light brown hair without success, had to be magic she thought.

 

"Some wine my lady?", Caius bowed slightly with a inquiring look on his face.

Elowyn was so dumbfounded by all this that she just nodded silently. Caius poured her a drink and handed her the crystal glass taking his.

 

Caius walked by the carved stone railing watching the gigantic city. "So", he said after a moment of silence. "Would you like me to start?", he asked turning to her and taking a sip of the wine. "It is good wine, from my own vineyard actually. The best in the Imperium". Caius smiled seeing her hold the cup with both hands, "please have some". 

 

Elowyn stared at him for a moment nervously, "Yes please, you start master", she said with a faint voice and took a sip her wine. It was a exquisite taste, powerful, aromatic and intoxicating. 

 

"All right", Caius nodded with content. "You have been in my dreams", he said gazing attentively at her reaction.

Elowyn winced, just slightly but enough for Caius accustomed eye to notice. "yes, you have. Twice actually", he said walking next to her. Elowyn took yet another sip of her wine unable to answer to him. We are all alone here, what will he do now? She thought.

 

"You have a powerful gift", Caius continued pleased with himself. He placed his free hand on Elowyn´s shoulder looking into her eyes, "a gift many houses would be willing to have in their blood line".

Elowyn´s eyes opened wide, that hand, the bed. Her eyes took a hasty glance at the bed. Caius followed her look to the bed and back. He stared in her wide eyes for a moment, then threw his head back laughing out loud. 

 

"My lady", he shook his head with a wide smile, "you have nothing to fear from me in that regard. Trust me". Caius took his hand off her shoulder sitting down next to her.

"All I am saying is that your gift is so precious and rare that people would be ready to go to the most extremes to get it". He gazed into her eyes, "and not all in a nice way". 

 

"So", he leaned back in his seat, "I need to start training you already now to make sure you will not wander into a dream of someone less friendly person and reveal yourself. We don´t need more attention". Elowyn stared at him her cheeks blushing, he had read her fear from her face like a open book.

 

"There are some books in my study, they are from my personal library and deal with a somniari training", Caius continued. "You will go there and retrieve these books. You will know which books, there is only one pile in my table". He took a sip of his wine, "go read the books, I will train you in a few days". Elowyn didn´t know how to respond, her fear had suddenly turned into wonderment. "thank you, master" she whispered.

 

Caius nodded, "the guards know already that you have a permission. Training starts now". He looked into Elowyn´s eyes, "you can go now my lady. Just remember, do not enter my dreams anymore unless I specifically ask you to". His voice was silent but sharp.*

[Serelir]

Eeeeee, he's so scary! Bet she fade-stepped out of that room as fast as she could.

[Serelir]

Vaellanius Manor, Library

Spoiler

Elowyn couldn’t leave Caius’ chambers fast enough, though she wished she could have absconded with the bottle of wine. She needed something a little stronger after her audience with the Magister. ‘Master,’ she corrected herself. It struck her at that moment that she really was a slave, though she wore no collar nor bore a brand. She hadn’t felt like a slave in Aurelie’s house, despite her discovery of their plan to use her body. With the Magister – Master, she corrected herself again – the hierarchy was very clear.

 

She took solace in the books. The beautiful books! She donned gloves and lifted the book on the top of the stack to her nose so she could inhale its scent, its accumulated ages, the lives of all the mages who had read it. The cover was some sort of red leather, tooled in glyphs and runes. As she turned the pages, a letter fell out. It appeared to be a copy of a letter sent to Kirkwall by someone named Feynriel:

 

“My dreams don't trouble me as much these days. I'm hopeful that, in time, I'll master myself.”

 

“Master himself,” she said aloud. She considered: whom did she fear more, the Master or her own destructive capabilities? She read a passage in the book:

 

“The presence of demons is painful to dreamers, as they are particularly sensitive to them.”

 

This must be why she had been sucked into the Fade the instant she made contact with Monkai’s body – her ability to dreamwalk had connected with the demon possessing him. She picked up the second book. There was further information about this Feynriel. It seemed he was elf-blooded, that perhaps his father was from Tevinter? Maybe the two combined to give him his somniarus power? There was a reference to an event in which a woman was abducted. Feynriel had entered her dream and then proceeded to shape the dreams of her captors so that they attacked each other. When she awoke, their bodies lay around her. ‘I want to know how he did that!’ thought Elowyn. She wondered if she could find this Feynriel. Which Magister did he serve? Maybe Caius would know.

 

Hmm, it seemed Feynriel’s father was Antivan. She wondered if he’d been a mage. She didn’t know much about how magic was practiced in Antiva, which was famous for its rogues, not its mages.

 

She wished she could talk to Caius – she had so many questions. She remembered what he’d said about having nothing to fear from him. It was difficult not to feel intimidated. He simply oozed a dark power that both attracted and frightened her. She felt she would become enthralled by him and lose her moral compass. She wasn’t sure how she felt about his assurance that he had no sexual interest in her. It was the tiniest bit disappointing! Perhaps if she grew a backbone and stood up to him, learned all she could about dreamwalking, perhaps he would at least respect her, even if he didn’t find her attractive.

 

‘At least Vel sees something to admire in me, even if it’s only my body,’ she thought to herself, wondering when Vel’s attention would waver and wander to another pretty face. Though she’d had a crush on Guy ever since he’d befriended her, she’d never expected to have a boyfriend outside of the Circle. Though it was technically not allowed for mages in Orlais to have lovers, some of them managed illicit affairs. Being an elf, she had tried to accept that she wouldn’t be chosen by some powerful Orlesian lord to be his mistress, nor even allowed out of the Circle on missions: it set a bad precedent for people to see an elf in any position of importance.

 

She’d certainly never expected she’d have to learn the rules of attraction and flirtation, nor entertain the possibility of having children. She had tried to bury that part of herself, but acknowledged the longing for family that was in her heart. She already loved the children she’d rescued from the slave market and was reluctant to send them on, though she felt that it was completely wrong to own another person, much less expect reciprocal affection from a person who had no say in the matter.

 

She realized that her thoughts had wandered far from her duty, and composed her mind to memorize everything in the pile of books.

[Master Warder Z_]

How can something be audible when it is silent?

 

That's the antithesis of audible noise sharp or no

 

A better grammatical word usage would be whispered or describing the low almost inaudible pitch of the voice rather then using an inaccurate blanket declaration like silent.

 

I write for personal amusement.

[Red of Rivia]

Vaellanius Manor, Library

Spoiler

Elowyn couldn’t leave Caius’ chambers fast enough, though she wished she could have absconded with the bottle of wine. She needed something a little stronger after her audience with the Magister. ‘Master,’ she corrected herself. It struck her at that moment that she really was a slave, though she wore no collar nor bore a brand. She hadn’t felt like a slave in Aurelie’s house, despite her discovery of their plan to use her body. With the Magister – Master, she corrected herself again – the hierarchy was very clear.

 

She took solace in the books. The beautiful books! She donned gloves and lifted the book on the top of the stack to her nose so she could inhale its scent, its accumulated ages, the lives of all the mages who had read it. The cover was some sort of red leather, tooled in glyphs and runes. As she turned the pages, a letter fell out. It appeared to be a copy of a letter sent to Kirkwall by someone named Feynriel:

 

“My dreams don't trouble me as much these days. I'm hopeful that, in time, I'll master myself.”

 

“Master himself,” she said aloud. She considered: whom did she fear more, the Master or her own destructive capabilities? She read a passage in the book:

 

“The presence of demons is painful to dreamers, as they are particularly sensitive to them.”

 

This must be why she had been sucked into the Fade the instant she made contact with Monkai’s body – her ability to dreamwalk had connected with the demon possessing him. She picked up the second book. There was further information about this Feynriel. It seemed he was elf-blooded, that perhaps his father was from Tevinter? Maybe the two combined to give him his somniarus power? There was a reference to an event in which a woman was abducted. Feynriel had entered her dream and then proceeded to shape the dreams of her captors so that they attacked each other. When she awoke, their bodies lay around her. ‘I want to know how he did that!’ thought Elowyn. She wondered if she could find this Feynriel. Which Magister did he serve? Maybe Caius would know.

 

Hmm, it seemed Feynriel’s father was Antivan. She wondered if he’d been a mage. She didn’t know much about how magic was practiced in Antiva, which was famous for its rogues, not its mages.

 

She wished she could talk to Caius – she had so many questions. She remembered what he’d said about having nothing to fear from him. It was difficult not to feel intimidated. He simply oozed a dark power that both attracted and frightened her. She felt she would become enthralled by him and lose her moral compass. She wasn’t sure how she felt about his assurance that he had no sexual interest in her. It was the tiniest bit disappointing! Perhaps if she grew a backbone and stood up to him, learned all she could about dreamwalking, perhaps he would at least respect her, even if he didn’t find her attractive.

 

‘At least Vel sees something to admire in me, even if it’s only my body,’ she thought to herself, wondering when Vel’s attention would waver and wander to another pretty face. Though she’d had a crush on Guy ever since he’d befriended her, she’d never expected to have a boyfriend outside of the Circle. Though it was technically not allowed for mages in Orlais to have lovers, some of them managed illicit affairs. Being an elf, she had tried to accept that she wouldn’t be chosen by some powerful Orlesian lord to be his mistress, nor even allowed out of the Circle on missions: it set a bad precedent for people to see an elf in any position of importance.

 

She’d certainly never expected she’d have to learn the rules of attraction and flirtation, nor entertain the possibility of having children. She had tried to bury that part of herself, but acknowledged the longing for family that was in her heart. She already loved the children she’d rescued from the slave market and was reluctant to send them on, though she felt that it was completely wrong to own another person, much less expect reciprocal affection from a person who had no say in the matter.

 

She realized that her thoughts had wandered far from her duty, and composed her mind to memorize everything in the pile of books.

It is getting addicted to FADE