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Post by Elanorîn on Nov 4, 2005 13:54:05 GMT -5
[Jarus personal hideout  ] The door was indeed difficult to move and it took Jarus some time to finally push it open, but his strength, it seemed had not abandoned him dispite the long years that had passed. The stone structure around him gave way to his final push and the door fell out with a loud noise and sent a huge cloud of dust off in the air that caught the light from outside his Prison, making everything appear a blinding white at first. But it was not sunlight as he first had thought. At least, it was not eminating from the sun itself. As he stepped forwards the rest of the structure finally gave way after the loss of the door and fell with an even louder noise to the ground behind him, sending even more dust in to the air, catching more of the powerful light. There was complete silence for a few moments. But not the kind of calm silence of an empty room but more the silence of a full room where every being is holding their breath. An almost tangible silence. As the dust began to settle around him, the light faded somewhat making it easier to see. He could begin to make out figures, the became clearer and clearer every second that passed as the light faded gently. There were many of them there. Probably around thirty at first glance. All gathered around in a cresent shape and watching the man in complete silence, most even appeared to be holding their breath. Their clothes were for the most part all in black, in various levels of quality, save for seven of them that stood spread out among the people in front. Three wore a form of vestments in dark red and black. In their hands lie some kind of object eminating the light. Four had lush colourful robes, two of those even had matching hats. All seven held their hands out slightly as if hesitantly prepared to do something as they watched the man slowly appearing in the settling cloud of dust. One man, standing more or less at the front in the middle of the crowd, wearing all black, rich but simple garments and a heavy black cloak, clasped with a large brooch in the shape of a dagger, pushed back his hood to reveal a stern Elven face that though not very old did not appear at all young either. He watched Jarus for a brief moment and spoke with a whispered voice as if to himself. [Tarakian] "The Silverstorm."He suddenly bowed gracefully and deeply and staying so. The entire crowd immediately followed, everyone kneeling to one knee in reverence, bowing their heads low. The light now comfortably softer on the eyes reveals a courtyard. Surrounded by a large building with two wings at either end forming a U-shape. On the fourth side, behind him, there is a wall, topped with sturdy black sharply pointed iron bars. The main part of the building seems to be dimly lit inside but all else is black. The sky is dark and some stars can be made out between the clouds. Apart from the momentary bustle of them all falling to one knee (now with a proper look they appear to be 32 in number) everything is completely silent again. |
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Post by jarus on Nov 4, 2005 14:31:45 GMT -5
Jarus immediately brought his arms up to shield his brilliant green eyes. Eyes that had seen not but darkness for time out of mind. How long had it been?
Too long.
Jarus slowly brought his arms down as the dust began to finally settle, his green eyes gazing over them. People... light. Night. It was the last thing he expected.
Is it really so surprising, Jarus? They've come for me.
As if in confirmation, the supposed leader spoke his title in the tongue most familiar to him. It had been so long since he heard that phrase... so long since he heard anyone other than Him speak.
His arms fell listlessly to his side, his head tilting to the right ever so slightly. His eyes stared through the leader of this group. He didn't even look surprised at the large amount of sound that came from just behind him. He smiled, albeit vaguely. He didn't say anything, his mind still trying to figure out if this was real or just a vivid dream.
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Post by Elanorîn on Nov 7, 2005 3:03:56 GMT -5
The bowing man at the front eventually rises again and steps up to Jarus. He reaches out a hand towards him.
"Lord, would you come inside? Your needs must be many after such a long sleep." He speaks with a noticeable Elven accent, holding out his other hand showing the way towards the house.
The mass of people, still with their heads bowed, parts in the middle, opening a path up towards the stairs to the main house.
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Post by jarus on Nov 7, 2005 3:14:38 GMT -5
Jarus tilts his head even further to the side, as if he could divine some hidden truth if he found just the right angle. Perhaps he could. It certainly seemed such when his eyes lit up, focusing ever so briefly as he smiled.
"Sleep? I don't remember the last time I slept... am I asleep now...?"
This is no dream.
"So... says the thirsty when they seek... water."
Jarus didn't move for a moment, but he was curious. He took a step in the direction of the Elf.
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Post by Elanorîn on Nov 7, 2005 3:27:50 GMT -5
The man remains, as does his hands still beckoning to come with him up to the house.
"Of course. Sleep. Drink. Food. It is all ready for you in whatever order you wish them. Please, come inside, Lord."
The people around them peer up at Jarus curiously but keep their heads lowered.
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Post by jarus on Nov 7, 2005 3:32:04 GMT -5
Jarus does as asked, following after the man. He stops abruptly at the base of the stairs, his head slowly tilting upwards to look at what lies beyond, his eyes gazing through the materials and into the sky beyond. Not even the stars could hinder his gaze, stop that peircing yet unfocused gaze.
"...I want to walk. I want to hear. Your voice... different."
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Post by Elanorîn on Nov 7, 2005 3:36:22 GMT -5
He walks with him and stops two steps up the stairs as he realises Jarus stops. He looks up to follow Jarus' gaze but doesn't see anything that he hasn't seen before.
He looks back at Jarus patiently.
"Do come inside. We have something for you."
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Post by jarus on Nov 7, 2005 3:41:29 GMT -5
"What... do you have...?"
Shutat's laughter echoed endlessly in Jarus' skull.
"No... not everything is as it was."
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Post by Elanorîn on Nov 7, 2005 15:19:31 GMT -5
The crowd behind him was watching them intently, the odd person mumbling to another under threir breath.
The man gave him a curious look with his serious face.
"Anything you could wish for, Lord and something you may be glad to see again. But the front porch is not a place to discuss such matters."
He gave a stern glare to the crowd behind that immediately went quiet. Once again he beckoned Jarus forth with one hand and began to climb the steps up to lead on.
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Post by jarus on Nov 8, 2005 4:55:08 GMT -5
Jarus walked after the man without further comment. He wanted to know what it was they had. He wanted to know what the world had become... and if this was all a world of dreams.
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Post by Elanorîn on Nov 8, 2005 5:30:10 GMT -5
As they come up the stairs they reach the front doors. Heavy oak double doors. The man walks straight towards them and just as he reaches them they open from the inside by a well-dressed man that bows to him as he walks passed. He holds the door open for Jarus to come inside as well.
Inside the lighting is dim but sufficient to see quite well. The walls have shiny candleholders evenly spaced, every one lit casting the warm light in the big hall. There is not much in the ways of furnishings save for big wall tapestries on two walls depicting epic battle scenes, the odd table with flowers in vases and in the centre of the room a great staircase leading up. The steps covered in thick carpet.
The man leads the way to the right, through what appears to be a sitting room with two lightly coloured couches and four armchairs with several small tables around them and deep windowsills in the very tall sashed windows. There are two big paintings, one on each of the short-end walls (as the other walls are pretty much completely occupied by the big windows - three on each side). Both are of an Elven woman. The same woman it seems but different paintings. She is clearly Elven and quite beautiful. In one she is petting a hunting dog and in another gazing out towards the sea. He continues straight through without hesitation.
The next room is smaller, like an office of sorts. A large heavy wooden desk with a big chair by it. It is kept very neat and tidy and looks unused for some time. There is a few bookshelves with what appears to be unmarked books on them and a couple of chairs huddled to the walls. He continues straight through and turns to the door to the right.
Through it is a hall with doors on both sides. It is also lit with candles off the walls (there are chandeliers hanging from the ceilings there but they appear unusued). He opens one of the doors to the left and walks inside. It is another sittingroom. A fire burns in the fireplace making the room a bit warmer than the others. The tall windows cover one of the walls and they are draped with heavy curtains that are pulled back for now showing a moonlit well-kept garden outside. The walls are painted a bit darker gold than the pale walls they have passed so far and the furniture are in dark green and wood. Two couches by the fire and three armchairs with a low table between them all. On the table stands three bottles and several empty but clean glasses. There are more bookshelves in here, three of them, all full. There is a tapestry of a hunting scene and several portrait paintings of various noble and very arrogant looking Elves.
The wooden floor is mostly covered by a very intricately designed thick carpet and as the man walks inside with his brisk steps, three figures stand up from having been sitting around the fire.
The first, to the right, is Human. A man looking in his early 40's and very serious. He is neatly dressed in all black and turns and looks straight at them with curious, almost accusing blue eyes. His skin is tanned and his hair a medium blonde and just long enough to fall in his eyes a little.
The second, in the middle, is Elven. Male whose age is hard to define but looks a bit younger than the one that has been leading Jarus here. He too is very serious and dressed in black clothes made from obviously expensive fabrics. He is paler than the other and with blonde long hair and dark eyes, tall for an Elf as he is pretty much the same height as the other.
The third to the left is another Elf. His face is a bit more relaxed and not quite so serious as the other two. He looks about the same age as the second one. He is a little shorter, dark hair and dark eyes. He tilts his head a little to the left as he too watches curiously. He too is dressed in black, neatly but not as lavishly expensively as the others.
The man that greeted Jarus outside waits for Jarus to come in to the room before closing the door behind him and gives the three a stern look at which they all promply offer Jarus a respectful bow. They all wear that same dagger clasp as him.
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Post by jarus on Nov 8, 2005 18:36:38 GMT -5
Jarus walks past the pictures, never once glancing up, even if he was fully aware of their presence. Even if he knew what they looked like through the corners of his eyes.
He followed after the Elf, a small smile on his face as he closed his eyes, walking through the door and not seeing a thing in the room. He listened, hearing the sounds of rustling clothes, watching them with his ears and his nose... through his skin, and the slight variations in the air. It was real...
Yes, it is.
He opened his eyes and watched the scenery behind them. He wanted to step outside and walk the world, see it, feel it, smell it, hear it. He wanted to surround himself with people, and hear their voices... were there people anymore?
...there can't be many.
"...but it has been so... long. How many...? Show me." The last comment was directed at the Elf who led him here, the obvious leader of the bunch. Unless he was a double or so on. It happens.
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Post by Elanorîn on Nov 10, 2005 21:01:40 GMT -5
The first Elf gives Jarus a slightly questioning look. The other two Elves exchange slightly arrogant glances while the human man just watches Jarus calmly.
V "What? Show you what?" The first Elf asks.
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Post by jarus on Nov 10, 2005 21:03:57 GMT -5
"The something you had... for me." Jarus answered simply.
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Post by Elanorîn on Nov 12, 2005 7:20:04 GMT -5
The first Elf's expression returns to the normal sternness and he gives a slight nod.
V "Of course."
He looks to the slightly younger Elf who nods and walks out of the room, his steps making barely a sound, closing the door behind him.
The other two step aside as the first one gestures towards the seats by the warm fire as he makes for one himself.
V "Have a seat. It will be brought to you shortly. Is there anything else you want? Drink? Food? Sleep?"
He looks up at the Human with commanding eyes.
V [Elven]"See to the rest of them."
With a nod the Human leaves as well. The blond man watches Jarus as he leans a little on the high back of one of the armchairs. He eyes him up and down as if assessing him.
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