forum Into the Delve (Open!)

Started April 24, 2018 by @insanleymyself

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The Madame looked to him, and almost gave a smile. "I am glad you decided to come in, Sir…I was wondering if you ever would. Did your trip in suit you?" She began to the table herself to get some tea, where food and other drinks sat for her guests.

Voice still soft, he replied in kind. "I would not ignore such a summons, even from one I have never met, and one that has never seen my face. My journey was well enough. " A man of smooth words this one, a sweet talker. Taking a flask from the tabe he drank deeply, like a man starved.

She watched with interest, she knew many who were under her charge and all children were under her charge. She bowed her head gently.
"I still respect those who come, I know I am not exactly one that all favor. I know I am one that more would like to kill than sit and drink with."

(Gasp, its Orion. And yeah, you’re right, I’m going to just toss my guy in.)

Name: Thatcher Wain
Age: A few hundred centuries, but appears to be around 22 or so
Gender: Male
Species: Something like a Reaper
Abilities: To take or give life (very rare, he is unabele to reap or heal simply anyone he pleases)
Hair color: Onyx black
Right and left eye color: Both are a deep purple
Skin color: More on the fair side
Additional features: A black marking of a scythe on his upper forearm, and scars going up his arms, representing the number of his kills
Specific items: He has no means for earthly things such as food or water, but he always carries his scythe on him, and a small pad of papers for when a name forms on the short list.
Background Information: Thatcher doesn’t know much about his own origin, just that he suddenly existed. He grew up through the centuries, living off of stories about devilish skeleton creatures that would kill with a long handled blade. He was never that fond of humans, though he never broke his code (A reaper shall never, under any circumstances, reap one who is not on the list). He was close to wildlife. When he looked to be around 19, he stumbled upon a creature who seemed to be one from Hell, a three headed, small hound. Being compassionate towards animals, he took in the young hound to raise up and help him in his work, calling the hound Morana, after the goddess of winter and death.

A cloaked man made his way into Darsinium. He attempted to do his best at hiding his notiable features, but his strange, overly tall height made him stand out in the crowds of humans. He pondered what the Madame could have wanted him for. Any certain person who knew of his existance tended to want nothing to do with him, as his prescience in a certain place tended to signify death. He strode into the grand entryway, his hound trailing behind him, walking freely as she was invisible to the human eye. Morana had grown quite well the past few centuries. She was larger now, her three heads reaching a bit past his waist. He gaze the hound a stroke on one of her heads in a soothing motion as they neared another figure. This wasn’t the Madame. Were there more people coming to this meeting? The thought made him want to groan.

Sparing a glance behind him, the cloaked figure saw the other. Nodding his head to the reaper, as reapers held necessary if not unpleasant jobs. As he continued to scan he saw the hound, and a small smile crossed his face. "She is quite beautiful. I have not seen one as young as she in quite some time." He wonders how far the darkness has spread today.

We may have lost hope and strength, but as long as we retain our souls, we will live on. -Elder Marin

(Hope it is okay if I do this)

Thatcher’s eyes narrowed in thought as the scanned over the other cloaked man. One of Morana’s heads gave a faint growl at the stranger, while the other two simply appeared to be curious. Thatcher ran his hand over the growling head with a gloved hand, willing it to calm.

“Yes, she has developed well over the past centuries,” Thatcher responded in an emotionless way, his tone deep. He was never the one for small talk. He was more interested in why a god-like creature was at The Capital, speaking with the Madame.

(I don't mind at all! Just so long as you're not destroying the storyline/godmodding. ^^ I like surprises.)

The Madame tilted her head slightly, having not seen the next man enter and she turned to them.

"My, I never expected more to join. My apologies for not greeting you upon your entry…" Her breath had nearly caught in surprise. She had no guards around her, and thus no one announcing when some came in.

"Make yourselves at home, truly." She spoke with a soft tone and looked to a guard coming in with some papers and walked to him to take them, waving the guard off she began to thumb through them before going back to her seat, holding a blank expression but to those keen on emotion it was clear what was in these papers worried her.

"I'll only wait a little longer for some to join us."

Orion stepped away from the woman, she seemed to be uneasy. Closer to the wall, he took a position where he could survey the rest of the room, and keep an eye on the reaper and his hound. "Why have you summoned us here?" He does not ask in anger, merely curiosity, as he enjoys solving puzzles.

She glanced up now, giving a soft sigh and she set the papers down. She sat back in her chair, and held only a slight smile to those that were there now.
"I'm afraid not for pleasantries." She rested her chin on her hand now as she looked out the window beside her.
"I've had a vision, and it is one that troubles me. I fear what it will do..I fear how others will react upon hearing it."

(Have to go for two hours at the most, but then I’ll be back…)

Thatcher gave a curt nod, pointing towards the floor with his fingers and Morana sat, almost perfectly still. He made his way over to the table at a leisurely pace. He had all the time in the worl, why should he rush? He pulled a chair back at the table and took a seat, his posture relaxed.

“Of course I showed up here, Madame. You must be in need of my services if you called me to this place,” he said levely, now fiddling with a pen, clicking it open and closed a few times.

She gave a soft sigh and had a look of acceptance on her face. "I do not have much time left. By the time the bell rings in the square, the King of this capital is to have me executed for my vision. Fear always does seem to be the driving force, isn't it?" She gave a slight laugh.

Luella quietly moved to the tables of food, tugging her cloak a little more around her. She wasn't sure what to think of all… this, really. Felt a bit alone in a room of somewhat intimidating strangers. She regarded the other elf with a smile, glad she at least has something recognisable to her. She couldn't help feeling vulnerable amongst such company. She poured herself some water, hoped it would settle her nerves. Meanwhile, she listened to the conversation across the room, unsure if she should be hearing it or not. Sipped at her drink without sitting.

"I can try to buy you time to escape. The guards would chase me if given half a chance. You do not have to die here Madame. Creatures such as I owe you a debt, a great one for stopping the king from seundig official hunting parties into the Fog." Orion does not wish to see her die. However stupid it may be, he wants to help her, wants to save the Matriarch of human and wild alike.

"I have lived a long time, child. I've known of his plan to kill me since the beginning, even if he tried to hide that fact. I have grown to accept the fact that I need to die in order for you all to succeed. I appreciate your courage, but I know some things must happen." She gave a pretty smile, as she glanced back out the window. "I just want to know if you all are willing to do what is necessary, to ensure I do not die in vain."

Matriarch is what the children of the fog know her as. Orion bows his head in acceptance of her words, having learned long ago to let bygones be bygones. "Matriarch, what must we do? I have been yours from my birth, as you have been mine." Shifting his shoulders, he rises back to his full height, looking every bit the rouge that he is.

She gave that pretty soft smile she rarely ever gave, not a hairline of a wrinkle on her face to show she ever smiled before. She slowly rose, going to the window and she let her eyes shift to blue, her face paling as she looked back upon the prophecy she had seen, strong power beginning to radiate off of her.

"I have seen this darkness lift, I have seen the world we've adapted to return to the flame of the suns we are hidden from. I have seen this destruction of our kind and of the creatures we've come to share it with. In a weeks time, a man of solitude and of hatred will raise the fog we've grown in comfort of and will kill all those who have learned to dwell within it. There is a war coming, and I cannot allow it to happen. Officials I have told do not believe me, and it is now left in your hands. Be warned, my children, this is a dangerous path you will tread upon. In the darkness we call home, there is a temple that will rise from the ground at the blue flash. The King holds a document in his quarters, one that will guide you to the temple. Descend into it and halt the ritual, save those you've grown familiar with–or all will be lost."

When her eyes shifted to green, she looked about to collapse. The power that had radiated off of her now gone and she looked exhausted.

Luella steps forward, eyes wide. She looks at herself, at the others in the room. This is a mistake, right? Surely. She can see when someone is powerful, and there's plenty of that in around her. She has potions, and a bow, and some very enthusiastic parents. She does not fit in.

"Madame, with the utmost respect, there must have been a misunderstanding here on my part. I-" she glances between the others, "-I don't understand how you believe me capable of any of this."

"I called to those who were brave enough to answer. Something drew you to my call, didn't it? I understand if you do not wish to go…It is a difficult thing to ask of anyone." She weakly moved to sit down in her chair, sweating and clearly weak. "I wish I could go with you, to provide you guidance. But if I do that I will only put you all into further danger."

Luella steps back again, mouth still open without words to say. Was she brave? Compared to others, what she has accomplished means nothing. But, she wants her siblings to be safe. She wants them to be able to live their lives in peace. She doesn't want them to know suffering. Silently, she knows she would not forgive herself if she did not go.

She picks up the tea the Madame had poured for herself, and brings it over for her, offering it in the hopes it might ease her exhaustion, just a little.

(I'm probably going to sleep soon, but I'm not sure when. So if I drop off, that's why :)!)