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She shoves him playfully away, "One day. But for now I need to finish the work I have been tasked with from my guild. I am so close to having learned all the required amount of Empathy that they demand. In several weeks time I will ask for my 200th advancement in the guild and I can only hope over the decades of dedication they will not find fault with my path or conduct." She closes her eyes, her jawline tenses. They are nearing Ratha, the familiar tickle of pain and worry from the residents reaching her even as they dock. "Stay close, please, I am only checking at the Guild here to make sure I owe no debts or have tasks undone." |
She shoves him playfully away, "One day. But for now I need to finish the work I have been tasked with from my guild. I am so close to having learned all the required amount of Empathy that they demand. In several weeks time I will ask for my 200th advancement in the guild and I can only hope over the decades of dedication they will not find fault with my path or conduct." She closes her eyes, her jawline tenses. They are nearing Ratha, the familiar tickle of pain and worry from the residents reaching her even as they dock. "Stay close, please, I am only checking at the Guild here to make sure I owe no debts or have tasks undone." |
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'''The Box''' |
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She comes home and settles on one of the silverwood chairs. Letting her eyes close and taking a moment to block the perceived health of half of the town. Making a mental note to remind one of the Guards he has a dormant infection before turning off the constant reminder that others need healing. Taking a deep breath as she slowly lets it enter once more, she remembers. Reaching quickly into her cloak she pulls out a box. She arches a brow at it like it will reveal more to her now that she can examine it closely. Just as it was before. A small box with a note and a Be'ort rose. With little regard to the contents she tosses it onto the table and stares at it. |
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Eyes closing again, her thoughts pooling around to try and see it. "Clearly more of them are aware of me than I am of them.", she thinks. "Have they seen how long my legs are? They should go pull someone elses." "They have to know that there is no force known that would tempt me to sever my bond with Mazrian. And let's say I did. Then they would see me as someone easily moved to betrayal on a simple lark for kicks? No. This box and it's contents creates a secret that I share now only with them. It's already a wedge. I hold no real value for them, and could offer very little other than the absolute promise of conflict with Mazrian and Madigan if I reveal to them the contents of this box." She opens her eyes and sweeps the box off the table in frustration. Out loud her voices edge startles even her. "Damn them for putting me here." Then hissing out, "So close now and I don't have time for this distraction.", her eyes cut to the box on the floor, with a disgusted guttural curse she bends down to retrieve it. She shoves it back in her cloak and kicks the chair. "Now where is that Olvi?', she asks to the empty house before she throws the door open to head out in search. |
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Revision as of 06:42, 17 December 2021
| Kaelie Rudeone | |
|---|---|
| Status | Active |
| Race | Elf |
| Gender | Female |
| Guild | Empath |
| Instance | Prime |
| Relatives | Jiah, Reira, Mazrian, Daeryean |
Description
You see Hodierna's Fist Kaelie Rudeone-Daemondred, Transcendent Empath of the Order of the Black Fox, an Elf.
A diffuse, honey-colored light undulates lazily across her skin, swirling and eddying with every movement.
She has an oval face with high cheekbones, pointed ears and elegant eyebrows echoing the sweep of ebon-hued lashes that frame her discerning copper-flecked celadon green eyes. Her golden-streaked molten strawberry-blonde hair is a riot of tumbling waves, and is worn loose. She has blush-hued pouting lips and sun-kissed skin accented by some glittery platinum stars and a coltish toned figure.
She has a tattoo of a delicate crescent moon cradling a wolf's pawprint on her neck.
Before
It has been 440 years, 138 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer. It is the 4th month of Shorka the Cobra in the year of the Crystal Snow Hare. It is currently spring and it is early morning. You're positive it's 14 roisaen before the Anlas of Hodierna's Blessing.
She is standing on the quarterdeck of The Dance near Pilot Pendal. Feeling the large ship pitch in the Reshalian Sea, she steadies her footing by placing a slender hand onto his shoulder. Tendrils of her hair curling tight as the sea spray dampens them. There is an easy smile that is the tell tale sign she is far from population on the open waters and is not subject to the health needs of everyone around her.
Pendal glances over, "You know you should spend more time out here. It agrees with you."
She shoves him playfully away, "One day. But for now I need to finish the work I have been tasked with from my guild. I am so close to having learned all the required amount of Empathy that they demand. In several weeks time I will ask for my 200th advancement in the guild and I can only hope over the decades of dedication they will not find fault with my path or conduct." She closes her eyes, her jawline tenses. They are nearing Ratha, the familiar tickle of pain and worry from the residents reaching her even as they dock. "Stay close, please, I am only checking at the Guild here to make sure I owe no debts or have tasks undone."
The Box
She comes home and settles on one of the silverwood chairs. Letting her eyes close and taking a moment to block the perceived health of half of the town. Making a mental note to remind one of the Guards he has a dormant infection before turning off the constant reminder that others need healing. Taking a deep breath as she slowly lets it enter once more, she remembers. Reaching quickly into her cloak she pulls out a box. She arches a brow at it like it will reveal more to her now that she can examine it closely. Just as it was before. A small box with a note and a Be'ort rose. With little regard to the contents she tosses it onto the table and stares at it.
Eyes closing again, her thoughts pooling around to try and see it. "Clearly more of them are aware of me than I am of them.", she thinks. "Have they seen how long my legs are? They should go pull someone elses." "They have to know that there is no force known that would tempt me to sever my bond with Mazrian. And let's say I did. Then they would see me as someone easily moved to betrayal on a simple lark for kicks? No. This box and it's contents creates a secret that I share now only with them. It's already a wedge. I hold no real value for them, and could offer very little other than the absolute promise of conflict with Mazrian and Madigan if I reveal to them the contents of this box." She opens her eyes and sweeps the box off the table in frustration. Out loud her voices edge startles even her. "Damn them for putting me here." Then hissing out, "So close now and I don't have time for this distraction.", her eyes cut to the box on the floor, with a disgusted guttural curse she bends down to retrieve it. She shoves it back in her cloak and kicks the chair. "Now where is that Olvi?', she asks to the empty house before she throws the door open to head out in search.