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Topic: The Adventures of Kith, the Cat, and the Khatun
Subject: A simple plan; an effective one?


“Perhaps we can pry a few answers from her though before we make her insides into her outsides?”


"Adedre's just an employer," Aranwen mused, "Aside how she contacted Morgana in the first place, I don't know how much she'd truly know. We can at least try and ask, if there's an opportunity."


"I'm not worried about making such an opportunity happen," Aranwen added, looking to Ch'dau then to Kithran, "Not if it puts you both at risk. In any case, I have a suspicion the slavers likewise may have a connection to her, if only by other contracts."


"It's possible Morgana may approach me again of her own accord, some time later," she observed, gritting her teeth, "... She was surprised to see me alive, and offered a deal as she put it. 'Life for a life' - pledge my life to her and she'd see Saeriel restored. Ludicrous and impossible," though she clenched her hands and teeth, there did seem almost a desperate longing in her eyes.


"But that can be dealt with later."


"... it will be nice to go in with a plan for once. Alright, my savage mercenary Kazari and tactical warrior bladesinger, thoughts?”


Aranwen tilted her head a bit in surprise at Kithran's unfamiliarity with the language. But then it did make sense that, given circumstances, Kithran wouldn't know. 


"Haren'salkya," Aranwen repeated, before adding, "Fortune's dancer, I believe she is also referred to by Shinara."


"And in a strange twist of fortune, knowing that Morgana is after you two does give us one possible opportunity," Aranwen observed, "From what you've told me, she tried to capture, not kill, so Adedre clearly wants you brought back alive. If we could make a mask that looked like Morgana's, perhaps they'd simply open the gate for us if we walked up to it. Not unlike the first time I gained entry, posing as a city guard."



Posted on 2019-11-25 at 10:07:59.
Edited on 2019-11-25 at 10:40:29 by Reralae

Topic: Hidden Corruption Q&A
Subject: It's certainly been quite a journey


I just kind of wish I had Aranwen from the beginning. A bit selfish but I've definitely gotten attached to her. Thank you for inviting me, it's been a pleasure


It's interesting seeing into Ch'dau's thoughts here, something of a mirror of Aranwen's own. I imagine they both know that they both are willing to do whatever it takes to see the others and Kithran through this, even if the path results in either of theirselves not making it. All the while hoping for the best and hoping they all survive...



Posted on 2019-11-24 at 17:06:09.

Topic: Kith, the Cat, and the Khatun Q&A
Subject: Hehehe


Thank you for letting me borrow Tara for that, Breebles


I told you I'd be gentle with her



Posted on 2019-11-23 at 07:10:02.

Topic: The Adventures of Kith, the Cat, and the Khatun
Subject: This seems familiar...


436 E.R, Elanfalee tavern Sunflower Drops


It had been an eventful day. A broken livestock pen led to a few loose cattle, a particularly unfriendly scenario. Tara winced as she felt the aches in her muscles from the acrobatics she had employed to catch their attention and lead them away from onlookers, before leaning back a bit on her chair and giving a wistful sigh. The tavern was relatively empty this evening, all things considered. She might have enjoyed some evening company, but she at least had the company of the glass in front of her.


"You look pretty sad. No wait, pretty and sad?"


Hearing the sudden voice was like being splashed with cold water, and Tara could not help but hold her concealed dagger ready. Then she turned and saw the speaker.


A little girl with messy, sandy hair stood beside her, looking up at her with curiosity in her eyes. As their eyes met, the little girl gave a smile and a shy wave.


"Hiii."


Tara frowned slightly, unable to shake the chill she felt, "Where did you come from, little one?" she asked gave her a small wave back.


"Oh! That's what I wanted to ask," the little girl clambered up on to the chair beside Tara, "Never see you before. You are amazing. The cow was like grr and you were all nope not there now. Are you a dancer? Where are you from? Who are you? Where are the others like you? There were others. All red and white clothing. Not here? Did you have a fight?"


Tara blinked in bewilderment at the cascade of questions she was getting from the child, "S-slow down, little one," she finally said, "To answer you: no, lots of places, a Laughing Maiden of Shinara, at the temple, and no, we have not fought . . . to any great degree . . . today." Taking a breath she took a look around the tavern, "Where are your parents?"


"Mom's always busy," the girl replied, "Soo bored."


"It's evening. She lets you wander around on your own? At night?" Tara asked, unable to keep the concern from her voice.


"I go where I wanna!"


Tara lifted a finger to her temple, rubbing lightly before she shook her head, "Not this evening, little one. Come on, let's go find your mother."


Placing the coin beside the glass, the girl peered over the table, "Is that juice? Are you going to finish that?" She asked.


Tara shook her head, "It's not for little girls," she replied firmly, before taking the child's hand and leading them from the bar.


"Tell me of your mother," Tara asked as they walked outside, "What is she busy with?"


"Talking, talking, and more talking! She wants fabberric to sell."


"Ah," Tara's eyes softened a little bit, "Yes, those talks can certainly take a while. You're not from here then?"


"Nope!"


"Where are you from, little one?" Tara asked.


"Iiiiiiiii" The little girl gave a yawn, "Dunno. We're always on the road."


A travelling merchant and her daughter... Tara mused, "So am I, more or less," she gave a wry chuckle.


"Oooh can I go with you? You seem fun!"


Tara shook her head, "No, little one. You are too young, and I already have someone I'm looking after. Try to stay with your mother, okay? I'm sure she's-"


"There you are!"


Tara turned her head to see a woman rushing towards them, panting in her exertion when she arrived. Despite wearing what were clearly travel ready clothing, they had details of nobility to them, particularly in the jewelry she wore. She didn't look at Tara, her eyes only directed at the girl beside her.


"Good evening," Tara tilted her head, "Please try to keep a closer watch over this one," She smiled, "As hard as I know that may be."


"Mom I have a new mom!"


The woman sighed, "No dearie, stop bothering the kind lady. You look just about ready to fall over."


Pouting, the girl walked over to be picked up by the woman. Within moments, the girl had yawned and snuggled into her mother's arms, quickly falling asleep. Whispering softly, the woman mused aloud, "She's such a handful, but she's my handful," The woman's face had a gentle smile, her gaze wistful with distant eyes.


"Don't be too hard on her. Listening to adults talk and sitting in one place doesn't usually suit well with children," Tara spoke gently, "Take care now."


"You as well, and thank you for looking after her."


As Tara returned to the inn, she found the other Maidens surprised at her quick return.


"Huh, this is a surprise. Didn't expect to see you back so soon."


Tara shrugged, "I did go to the tavern, but a girl surprised me there. I had to see her safely returned to her mother."


"Surprised? You? That's almost unbelievable," Serah laughed.


Tara frowned, "Yes... it is almost unbelievable," she looked back out the door in the way the mother and child had left.



Posted on 2019-11-23 at 07:00:35.
Edited on 2019-11-23 at 07:01:56 by Reralae

Topic: Hidden Corruption Q&A
Subject: Yep...


Goth-ish college student "Lumina", backyard gardener and also part time nurse/volunteer. A "witch" with her own coven (really just a hobby sharing group of various people) and kendo practitioner. Wore vampire fangs because she's used to them; being without feels weird.


Ah, the nostalgia of finding an old character concept



Posted on 2019-11-22 at 14:20:44.

Topic: Hidden Corruption Q&A
Subject: This sounds familiar...


Are you talking about the game series I had made Lumina for?



Posted on 2019-11-22 at 14:05:13.

Topic: The Corruption Hidden Beneath the Surface...
Subject: Unravel the threads


"I couldn't say, my love," Aranwen replied, her voice soft as it travelled along the floor from where she sat next to the door of her cell, "Without the stars, moon, or sun, I've no sense of time here," She added, "I have slept nine, perhaps ten times, but that has no bearing on whether a day or a night has passed."


Aranwen looked around through the darkness, before her eyes settled on Ch'dau's prone form, "I am sorry for my part, once again, in bringing you back to this," she spoke softly, "But, it seems the situation is far more different than I had originally seen. We may not have learned the whole of that priests' intentions, but they appear to overlap with ours, if marginally. His price in return for our freedom, and in saving you, is to aid him in one endeavour which he said he will disclose later."


She leaned back against the wall, feeling the cold stone against her mostly bare back, "But, for his silence, there are things we can determine. From those things that do not add up," She mused, "He originally said that we were his guests in a manner. I originally assumed that to mean he was overseeing us until such time as we were brought in for whatever else the cult may have wanted. But we are unmoved, and when Gib sent the ghouls to fetch someone, they brought him, and him alone. We have also seen no other cultist. Not even Garn nor her, who I could certainly see gloating over victory.


Then, consider also what has been given us. Water, meager meals. At a glance, it seems typical unfavourable treatment for prisoners. However, we now know he has something intended, something planned, something that necessitates our wellbeing, to a degree. This doesn't add up, unless, perhaps, he and only he knows that we are here. If he has kept our lives a secret from all others, then for what purpose?


At best, I can only guess that he has quarrel with her, or perhaps desires leadership for himself. He cannot use his ghouls in his favour, given they also answer to other cultists as well. So he has need of forces he knows cannot be controlled, and has made certain to the best of his ability that we will comply with his request.


I do not like it. It has the feel of dealing with one problem only to leave another in its place. But we have little choice but to concede, if we are to survive."


At least for now, Aranwen mused, in the coming battle, I wonder what I may be able to buy us with my blood.



Posted on 2019-11-22 at 13:55:50.

Topic: What is your favorite weapon for a fantasy game
Subject: Hmm


I'm a bit partial to longbow, having used one in reality


The 'elven curved blade' is a weapon that has been on my mind lately, and I also remember it being one of the first blades I found intriguing, courtesy of seeing Ginafae's character with one in the first game I joined here


In the end, my absolute favourite fantasy weapon though - claws



Posted on 2019-11-22 at 10:53:03.

Topic: The Adventures of Kith, the Cat, and the Khatun
Subject: Ask and Receive


As soon as she heard the name Morgana, Aranwen's eyes narrowed, and her lips tightened, "Damn that witch," She swore, her hand shaking in anger as she took a deep breath, "Thirty years... thirty years, no sign of her, no way to find her, no way to track her down, and now, all of a sudden, she shows up here," she nearly growled in frustration.


Aranwen looked around quickly, expecting a puppet to show up just to spite her. She looked back to Kithran but didn't lower her guard, "I know very little of her," she sighed, "One terrible memory, her name and the look of that mask most don't know. Or those that do stay silent. I only know that she's a formidable mercenary. After her puppet confirmed I wasn't you, she said I wasn't part of her contract and left me in the alley she ambushed me in. I can only guess that Adedre hired her."


She shuddered in recollection, "If we're dealing with her, of all things... we got lucky... but we can't rely on Heren'salkya's favour against the likes of her."


Aranwen began to pace again, her mind racing as she tried to think of the next steps that they should do, "If Adedre did hire Morgana, then we need to take out Adedre as soon as we can. If we kill her, we get rid of Morgana's source of payment. If she gets nothing out of her efforts, she leaves. I've seen it before."


"Oh I'd love to take my sword to the smug face behind that mask if I could..." She muttered, her eyes burning with a simmering fury.



Posted on 2019-11-22 at 03:08:59.
Edited on 2019-11-22 at 03:16:17 by Reralae

Topic: Kith, the Cat, and the Khatun Q&A
Subject: I may have many names


Including Fairy, Butterfly, Nyx, Nyxefel, Rer, Reralae...


But Vanadia isn't one of them, and I can't take credit for her amazing character or contributions to Bladesinger lore



Posted on 2019-11-21 at 19:03:58.

Topic: Kith, the Cat, and the Khatun Q&A
Subject: Handedness


When I originally designed Saeriel, I didn't put much thought into her handedness. At the time I just went 'feels left handed' and it felt right. 


Now with that scene, it feels like it was intentionally planned on purpose


If you were curious about their duet in battle, I end up thinking that this song I found feels appropriate 



Posted on 2019-11-21 at 18:16:14.

Topic: The Adventures of Kith, the Cat, and the Khatun
Subject: The First Song


357 E.R, Megilindar Nost


"Argh! I just don't get it!" Aranwen sighed, sitting down on the grass in a huff.


Saeriel sat down beside Aranwen, reaching her arms around for a gentle embrace, "It's not something to be forced," Saeriel offered gently.


Aranwen sighed once more, taking a deep breath as she calmed down. She motioned in front of them to the other trainees, "It just feels like we're getting left behind, again. Look, and listen. They practise their forms with grace and song. Why does the song elude us?" she asked.


Saeriel gave a soft giggle, "No, Ara," She shook her head, "Listen to their voices; what do you hear?"


Aranwen tilted her head a bit as she looked to Saeriel, before closing her eyes and listening, "The vocals are lovely..." and Aranwen paused, her cheek tightening a bit as she thought she heard what Saeriel was trying to point out, "But..."


"But not all there," Saeriel pointed out, "No one here has grasped the song yet; they are practising for when they do grasp it, training their breathing and the depth of their breath. Training their body to learn to connect them with the movement of each form."


"It feels a bit silly to sing when it isn't the genuine thing," Aranwen replied, leaning back in Saeriel's arms.


Saeriel shrugged, "Maybe alone," She agreed, before pausing as a thought occurred to her, "Come on, let's try one more time."


Picking herself up to her feet, Saeriel left the wooden practise blade where she was sitting.


"Wait, Sae, aren't you going to need that?" Aranwen asked as she stood to join Saeriel.


Saeriel gave a mischievous smile, her violet eyes sparkling in the sunlight, "Lend me yours."


"W-what?" Aranwen held her right hand up to offer her practise blade, and Saeriel clasped both the handle and hand in her left, "Sae...?"


"It's a good thing you're right handed, and I left," Saeriel gave a warm smile, a faint blush on her pale cheeks, "Together, okay? Let's just start with a simple scale."


Aranwen nodded, her heart fluttering but also feeling more confident. In that moment, there was no one else around them but each other.


What begun as a simple exercise, a simple experiment to overcome their nervousness together, turned into a duet as they took turns leading each other, moving together with one shared blade, and one shared song.



Posted on 2019-11-21 at 15:46:47.

Topic: Star Trek: Veiled Chimera Q&A
Subject: KindlEol?


For myself, maybe I'll finally get one of my four stories drafted out in whole and published somewhere...


Eventually...


That aside, I do see that Tochi is experiencing very wild side effects... thankfully they are not the physically harmful kind



Posted on 2019-11-21 at 14:01:33.

Topic: Kith, the Cat, and the Khatun Q&A
Subject: Well...


Let's add Castien to the hypothetical list of Sylvari whom Aranwen would like to... exchange words with... yes...


Hearing about your barbarian... I'm quite tempted to make a certain post that I was not sure how to write until now...


Now I'm also picturing Aranwen and Ch'dau giving your barbarian various tips and advice, whether it comes to positioning and stances in battle to relishing in the thrill of combat



Posted on 2019-11-21 at 13:47:53.

Topic: The Adventures of Kith, the Cat, and the Khatun
Subject: Reconvening and Apprehension


It took longer than Aranwen may have cared to admit, taking care not to touch the blade against the ground while cutting her ankles free, but soon enough she was ready to pursue... if only she knew which way Morgana's puppet had went. Cursing inwardly, she decided her best course of action was to just head to the meeting place to begin with. Putting the black cloak back into her bag, she took the opportunity to once more don her armour properly, seeing as she had a feeling she might need it, and started retracing her steps towards the garden.


As Aranwen walked hastily through the streets, her mind likewise raced. If she didn't see them at the garden, what was her next course of action? Walking randomly through the streets towards the apothecary she was not certain that she would be able to find Kithran and the others, especially if they took an unusual route.


Or perhaps she'd skip the garden and go directly to the apothecary. She could not shake the feeling that Kithran, Ch'dau and Mosic were in danger. She needed to do what she could for them. And she needed to find them.


A glimpse of sandy hair gave Aranwen pause for a brief moment, and she turned and looked. Seeing a sleeping Saina being carried in the arms of a woman, presumably her mother, helped to calm her nerves for a moment.


Aranwen shook her head and took a breath. Perhaps she was being too hasty. Her first course of action was to go to their meeting spot. If they were not there, or did not appear within a few minutes, she would then head to the apothecary.


Though she was first to arrive at the garden, she could not bring herself to sit at any of the benches, instead staying on her feet and pacing back and forth in silent anxiety.


Seeing Kithran, and then Ch'dau and Mosic, washed her face with relief.


"Thank goodness." Aranwen asked, "My diversion seemed to work, perhaps too effectively given that I was mistaken for you and ambushed; but how did you fare?"



Posted on 2019-11-21 at 04:46:27.

Topic: The Corruption Hidden Beneath the Surface...
Subject: A schism? An opportunity?


Aranwen regarded the words of the priest before her, her head bowed low in continued pretense of a broken Sylvari. This was the price that he proposed? It almost seemed too good to be true. Perhaps he saw them either dying in the attempt to do whatever task he set for them, or perhaps there was something more to this man. There was no time, and Aranwen knew too little to make that guess. And this promise... for a Bladesigner to swear an oath, you could not ask of more from a Bladesigner.


In another circumstance, another place, another time, perhaps Aranwen would have attempted to lie by omission, declare that this promise was already in her oath to give aid in return to aid provided. The omission there being that it was only aid given freely that she had sworn to repay. But here, now, with Ch'dau at death's door, and with Kithran whom she could not bear to imagine what might be happening, Aranwen was truly desperate. She would not take that gamble. Not here. Not now. She was gambling too much already.


And yet, Aranwen could not shake the fear that by accepting this deal there would still be something looming on the path ahead, if not for her to deal with, then for an unfortunate soul in the future. She only hoped that any ill that happened by this, she would be able to atone for it somehow in her lifetime.


Taking a deep breath, Aranwen spoke through the bars before her, "I would say that you have my blade, but you know where it lies," She began, lifting a hand to her chest, feeling her heart ache, "Instead, I can only provide words. The word that I will see this task of yours through, in exchange for his life, and our freedom, even if it should cost me my life. Such is the oath that I give to you, here and now."


Be still my blade, we are not done yet.



Posted on 2019-11-20 at 00:52:03.

Topic: Kith, the Cat, and the Khatun Q&A
Subject: More Behind the Scenes


When I originally had the idea for Morgana, she was a solitary, but powerful witch who offered her services for a price, with an obscure but simple motivation. As she developed in my mind, however, I realized a couple of things - her powers don't translate well into conventionally known spells, and as I wrote on Cal'ele'muir on the side, I noticed she had something of a fae feel to her. 


This idea evolved into the result you see here - a witch who has made a pact with one of the A'nia, intertwining fae magic with her own.


As it deals with fae, this has turned a bit more experimental on my part. I hope that is okay



Posted on 2019-11-19 at 15:03:09.

Topic: Hidden Corruption Q&A
Subject: Something tells me...


I shouldn't read the update while at work. May be unable to concentrate after  



Posted on 2019-11-19 at 14:54:27.

Topic: The Adventures of Kith, the Cat, and the Khatun
Subject: The Other Side


In a place outside of the attention of roaming eyes mortal or magical alike, the one known as Morgana sat alone, perched upon her chair in the middle of an ornate octagonal room. Irritation gripped at her cheek, lifting her lips into a half snarl. She waved a hand, sending the two crystal mirrors she was looking through to be taken away upon their threads, to join the others passively hanging along the walls. A beautiful diorama of crystal panes, held aloft on blood red threads.


"Ugh, well, that went about as badly as it could have gone," Morgana gripped her forehead in frustration for a moment, before she relaxed, leaning back in the chair, "At least my beautiful doll is undamaged. I took a great risk using the lovely Lavender like that. Would that I could let her face be seen without the risk of revealing my hand..."


"Trouble?" The voice of another woman asked from the stairwell, "I've not heard you sigh so in decades."


"This latest commission is turning rather sour," Morgana leaned on one hand, idly fidgeting with the threads upon the armrest of her chair with the other, "Could have lost a mask, and had to reveal more of my hand to keep it out of theirs, at the risk of one of my beautiful dolls."


"My, that does sound vexing," The other woman offered with a soothing voice, "And your dolls are truly lovely. Speaking of which, have you decided on your next one? You remember your promise, don't you?"


The tips of Morgana's lips curled into a smile, "I have, and of course I do."


With a weave of her hands, Morgana brought one of the other crystal panels to her, before waving it off for the woman to see.


"I do think you'll approve my choice," Morgana's voice nearly purred.


"Isn't that-"


"Yes," Morgana's smile grew wider, "Do you approve, my dear A'nia?"


"Completely."



Posted on 2019-11-18 at 21:53:06.

Topic: The Corruption Hidden Beneath the Surface...
Subject: The price of life


Time passed, and without anything to provide indication of such, Aranwen lost track of it. But just because she lost track of it didn't make her complacent. She kept the cell she was in about as tidy as she could manage, kept herself in as good of a condition as she could manage. Her eyes always distant as she followed the training that had been drilled into her for decades, seeing a forest in her mind's eye that she wasn't sure she would see again. Even without a steel blade, she went through the motions in practise, and she exercised as much as she dared. With merely a trickle of whatever sustenance was provided them, she knew she had to be especially wary of overexerting herself. But as she kept sharp her mind, she likewise she knew not to allow her body to fail.


No harm.


But that didn't mean they had to keep them alive. They didn't need to put the effort in for torture if they let the darkness corrode at them.


So, that's the game they're playing, Aranwen had thought to herself, Have to keep my heart's blade sharp... have to keep going.


But the darkness did hold within it things Aranwen did not want to see. Over and over and over again, a replay of her choices that had led them here. Why hadn't she drawn her blade on Garn when he broke formation and walked past her to the rear? Why was she so sure of the path that failed them? Why had she been so naive?


Aranwen was so focused on the rhythm, the pattern that she had set for herself, that she was starting to lose herself in the past. The sudden flashes of burning orange light staggered her, causing her to blink rapidly.


"Burn, fiends! By Therassor, you'll leave or burn!" Gib was shouting, "Begone! Fetch your masters!"


Moving from the spot she had been exercising to the door, Aranwen saw what Gib had seen. The ghouls lurking, hungering for death... and whose cell they were standing by.


"No. Ch'dau? Ch'dau!" Aranwen called, to no answer.


Clenching one hand white, she held the other to her eyes, shielding them from the light Gib was wielding. If she had been more aware of the present... well, what could she have done? The unspoken question burned in her heart, and her mind raced.


"If they come and are amenable, they may ask a price in exchange for his life," Aranwen observed to the others.


Will this be an opportunity to take advantage of? Aranwen thought, Or a situation for them to take advantage of us?


She dearly hoped the former.



Posted on 2019-11-18 at 20:56:16.

Topic: Hidden Corruption Q&A
Subject: At work presently


I believe I'll have a post ready when I get home 


Might not change much but it'll be there anyway  



Posted on 2019-11-18 at 15:38:11.

Topic: Kith, the Cat, and the Khatun Q&A
Subject: I have to giggle


.. At Kithran's logic - Morgana knew Aranwen's name, therefore Aranwen knows about Morgana. 


If that predicate was true, Kithran would know about Morgana because she also knew Kithran's name  


Of course, Kithran's truly annoyed because she didn't get to buy overpriced perfume


Maybe next time...


After the fact, with the knowledge that she was a doll, the pushyness becomes so much more sinister, doesn't it?


Also glad to hear you are feeling better,  Eol



Posted on 2019-11-18 at 10:43:38.
Edited on 2019-11-18 at 11:09:39 by Reralae

Topic: Olan's Award Winning Chili Recipe
Subject: wrt leftovers...


I haven't looked at this particular ingredient list so I don't know how well this may work, but whenever I make my own chili, I usually just freeze a bunch of it for later Split up the batch into smaller containers so I can just thaw out a portion at a time.



Posted on 2019-11-17 at 14:48:44.

Topic: Star Trek: Veiled Chimera Q&A
Subject: It's a Monday


Sunday Gamma was relieved of their shift by Monday Alpha just prior to the time of the transmission  



Posted on 2019-11-17 at 14:00:11.

Topic: Kith, the Cat, and the Khatun Q&A
Subject: Well, it is basically poison


Dunno about 2e but I was just thinking along the lines of


Initial effect: drowsiness


Secondary effect: sleep


Failing to resist initially just means it got in your system, get drowsiness. Have to fail again after a minute to actually fall asleep. At least if going by that. I left it vague so it was more up to you two how to handle the effects on your characters  



Posted on 2019-11-17 at 11:22:20.

 


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