The Last Samhain Fire

Linwe stood one last time on the shores of the Isle of Arran, watching the flickering flames of the Samhain fire go down. Her last duty to the land.  The waves would wash away the remains, just as she had cleansed the land of the poor spirits still roaming there. The bones had been burned. The animals removed and saved. The residents removed in time. There would be no more spirits here. The land, now fallow, would never see the bloom of spring again. She shook her head sadly and looked out at the impending storm, racing towards the island. Was this an end? Or was this a beginning? Certainly she herself had much to live for: her husband, her daughter, her grandson. But what of those others so near and dear to her? What about them? Who would care for Swith, now wandering the lands? Dexler and Justine would follow her. As would Mandi and the rest of Jacen's extended family. But what of the sweet fae? Would they find their way to happiness? What of the wild elves? SO elusive. This was not the first time they had lost their home to high waters and storm. And what of the evils? Were they so attached to the souls fo the living of Arran that they would follow them into new realms? A sharp spike of cold air pierced the elf's head as a foretelling came to her. In centuries to come, the voice said, a man named Yeats will say these words. Take heed. And listen:

    Turning and turning in the widening gyre
    The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
    Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
    Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
    The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
    The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
    The best lack all conviction, while the worst
    Are full of passionate intensity.

This is a random collection of the people of Arran. Those who RP'ed on the Isle whom I do not have a good of, will not have a picture in this post. I would love to include one. If you have pictures you would like added, please give them to me either in world (notices cap regularly) or via email shilomeister @ gmail . com For convenient viewing, new photos will be placed at the top of this post.


As always, click on picture for a larger view.

2k and Saia

Vasil

Linwe

Salazar

Swith

Chene

Justine

Katy

SweetPea

Ivarru

Akiko

Briana

Galadrial and Celeborn

Synamon

Casandra

Role Play Scenes

A few pictures that weren't included in the posts, that I wanted to share with you.

Mandi and Vasil in tavern

Linwe and Swith on the rafters in the new tavern

Salazar, Ivarru and Justine in the tavern

Linwe with Vyctoria a visiting trader, and Adeline

 Ivarru and Swith on dock

Ivarru Cas

 

Vasil's fireballs in gypsy camp

Swith, Casandra and Asara at the central TP HUB

 

Linwe, Casandra, 2k and Saia at the central TP HUB

Casandra and Emy, sunset

 

Casandra's final sunset

The Wedding

     Linwe managed to convince Swith that a walk to the forest would not be such a bad thing.      'Swith..do ye be willing to witness Jacen and I bonding to each other?'
     Swith looked around the forest, scratching at a flea, and then at the strange altar. "Do it involve magics?"

     Linwe chuckled. "The magic of love, mayhaps?"
 Swith  blinked, then twitched a little. Aye... well, aye, alright then..."
Linwe turned towards the altar and quickly cast a ward, just in case, and turned back to her friend. 'I will ask ye to tie the bind' Swith shrugged at this and replied "Aye, fair enough, miss"

     Hearing unelflike movement through the forest, Linwe's ears twitched as they are wont to do, and she turned to see Jacen climb over the last slope to the shrine. Linwe smiled, watching him pull a leaf from his hair and gazing intently at the underbrush, knowing his unease in the forest.
     "Linnon am meleth vîn!" the elven eldar whispered.

   Swith twitched at the sound of movement in the trees, but seeing Jacen, greeted him.  "Greetin's sir..." Responding to the greeting, Jacen nodded his head. "Hello Swith...Linwe..."
Linwe looked down and smiled, blushing. :Vedui, Jacen." Looking back up, Linwe stared intently at her betrothed. "Ye be sure of this, then? Ye can..allas back out now.." Swith looked back and forth between the two. Jacen folded his arms across his chest. "I don't back out of things."  Linwe smiled and whispered "I knows..." Jacen grinned.

 

     "In the elven tradition," Linwe explained, "folks bind themselves to each other with a witness. Do ye mind Swith bein' that?" Linwe turned to look at her friend, standing scratching at lice.
     "Not at all."

      Anticipating his reply, Linwe reached into a fold of her skirt and pulled out a long, red ribbon. She handed this to Swith with the injunction "This be the tie that binds...I will ask ye...to bind our hands as a part of the ritual." Swith nodded and took the ribbon form the elf's hands. "Aye. Right ye are, miss." Swith took the ribbon and inspected it closely.  Linwe beckoned Jacen to come within the circle of the ward. Once there, Linwe glanced about at the surroundings and raised her arms in supplication.  'I come before ye, Selune...as a servant...and ask a boon...that ye bless this binding between myself and this man. I have been yer servant for many years...and have asked much of ye..and I come again..asking more'

     Swith looked up, blinking as if some magic might blast her by accident. Jacen scanned the skies and thought to himself, hoping he would not have to speak to any elven goddess. Linwe continued, oblivious to the unease her companions felt in the forest, a place where she was most at ease.
Zifanwe) says 'Jacen..will ye stand beside me in Selune's watchful gaze?' Jacen nodded. "Always." Linwe beckoned "Then come, take my hands."
     Jacen walked gravely towards Linwe, and took both her hands in his. 'Swith..will ye bind our hands, please?'

 

     Swith jumped as Linwe addressed her, glanced at the strange altar, and then scampered over to the couple with the red ribbon. Ducking below their joined hands, She tied the red ribbon in a neat knot around their hands, and then realized she was stuck between them. Blinking, the minstrel ducked back under their hands and clumsily made her way back to the other side of the altar.
Linwe chuckled at her friend while Jacen smiled at Swith's apparent unease. Linwe turned back to Jacen, their hands bound now by the ribbon and spoke. "Jacen, I bind myself to ye. heart and soul..whatever I have be yours..physical or non...ye be my light, my guardian, my solace. To this , I pledge myself to ye'. Linwe fixed her gaze on Jacen's eyes, waiting expectantly. Jacen blinked, and then  met her gaze and pledged his vow in return. "Linwe, without you I have nothing, what little I have, I give to you, and I pledge myself to you, for eternity." Smiling a loving smile at Jacen, Linwe whispered "Then, tis as it is..and we be one. And forever more, these ties that bind us shall endure'
Swith grinned, showing a few blackened teeth.

     Linwe watched as the red ribbon binding them fast fell to the altar below, still tied. She reached down and picked it up, placing it in a fold of her skirt. Jacen grinned, looking at his new wife. "And Selune didn't even turn me into a frog or anything." Swith glanced over to Linwe and replied " 'Aye... thank the goddess fer that...' Linwe laughed at her friend. Turning back to her husband she said "Nay..more like a...wolf." Laughing she continued, "Now ye be stuck with me for eternity." Jacen tilted his head.  "I wouldn't have it any other way. But don't forget, you're stuck with me too."
     'Aye..I think I got the better bargain though'
Swith chuckled.  "What 'appens now then... we 'ave a drink? "
     "Sounds good" Linwe replied "And to think..we made it without a demon appearing!" Swith smirked "Aye... there's an achievement, any day..."
     "They knew better than to interrupt." Jacen countered.
Linwe, smiling happily, turned away from the thoughts of demons and evilness for that day.
'Shall we go to the Hall then?'

Evil or Not Evil, That is the Question

Linwe sat on the railing of the tavern as she is wont to do when days are lazy and there is seemingly no threat of danger about. Her ears twitch, as she looks up seeing small puffs of dust appearing around the side of the tavern. The patter of sandal clad feet beats a tattoo on the ground from the northern edge, and she turns, to see the figure of Dexler, the stable lad, appear in full gallop. Her brows raise as he races past her, and her eyes follow his progress. "What is this?" she muses at the strange behavior. She watches as the lad circles the tavern several more times, as he stumbles over the feet of the dragon Salazar, and then races off to the kirkyard, only to appear again, on the other side of the village. "Enough!" Linwe calls. "STOP!" Linwe jumped from her perch, and stropped over to where the lad stood, quivering and sweaty. "What be this ye be doin' here, Dexler?" she queried, looking at the young man's distraught face. Doubled over with exhaustion, Dexler hesitated and blurted out "N-n-n--nothing" Knowing full well it was something, Linwe continued with her query. "Dunna gie me any of that. I know full well tis summat or ye wouldna be doin such a strange thing." Dexler stared at her, rolled his shoulders, and shrugged. , "I...well...I'm just practicing, uh, running, ma'am" he mumbled. A fic=xed tolerant expression settled on the elf's face as she asked plaintively "Why?" Barely moving his mouth, the lad uttered a garbled, unintelligible reply and once again shrugged, and then shook his head. Looking up, he replied "So I can…run…run away." His gaze traveled down to his dusty feet as he avoided the elf's eyes. "SO I can…run away…until I learn to fight." Linwe's sighed and crossed her arms over her chest. "Run away from…what?" Dexler looked up from his dirty feet and into the elven eldar's face. "From…Emily." Linwe pressed her lips together and reached out a reassuring hand to the lad. "Come with me to the tavern. There be summat I need to tell ye."

Linwe lead the sweat soaked Dexler to the tavern and deposited him in a seat at a table, then sat down opposite him. She reached into her pouch and pulled out a small carved wooden figurine, and placed it on the table in front of the young man.  Dexler's eyes settled on the statue, and hesitantly, he reached to pick it up. At first a look of pain crossed his face, to be replaced by a look of joy, and then bewilderment, as he caressed the wood. "Have ye had dreams of Dante?" Linwe asked in a soft voice. Dexler looked up, the loving expression on his face provided the answer. Linwe smiled at him. The lad looked down at the statue and muttered "I already know, ma'am. I am possessed. Linwe shook her head at this "Sometimes, in the fabric of time and space…things happen. Te be nae possessed."  The lad continued, oblivious to her remark, "Some spirit was trapped in this statue. It took me over." Linwe chuckled softly "Nay. Tis not that.Ye be..yer soul be…a reincarnation." Dexler looked up once again. "A reincarnation>" Linwe nodded. "Aye. Tis hard to explain. But I will tell ye what I know. 'Ye see..there were once a man named Loralleti Dexler."

Linwe raised her eyes to Dexler, to watch his reaction to the name.  Dexler repeated dubiously "Dexler?" and then continued "Though I do like the name Loralleti. It makes me feel….fuzzy inside." Linwe smiled at him warmly again. " 'Aye...Dexler....it didna cross my mind when first ye came that there would be any…coincidence in that" Dexler nodded, listening. Aye...he were a servant in a powerful rich house in a far away place...called Venice. He had a wife and a son...a son named…Dante. His master...the rich man...were....very evil." Dexler did not reply immediately, his face twisting with emotions. He looked up at her and asked "Wh 'Why......that is allas a hard question to answer." The elThe master.....tried to change Lore...into what he were...evil…like hisselff went on. But he failed in some way...and died trying..and Lore..he were left.....changed...but unchanged" In a coarse voice, Dexler asked  "What...happened to him? What kind of evil?" "He were..a vampire"

Dexler slowly lowered the statue back to the table, unspeaking, his hands clutched tightly about it's base, his face paling to ash. A high piercing note pierced the silence, setting Linwe's ears to twitching. Frowning, she glanced around the tavern. Dexler abruptly sat up straight in his chair, a remote stare settling on his face. "Dexler?" Linwe said. Dexler's eyes glazed over as he stared straight ahead, not responding to her query. A few more high, sweet notes pierced the air. Linwe stood in concern. "Dexler!" When no response was forthcoming, she tried again "LORE!" Dexler slowly stood, his face stony, as he turned and faced Linwe. Swallowing down the panic rising in her chest, Linwe said "Dunna let this happen, Dexler. Fight it!" Dexler stood by the table, eyes foggy, body swaying.  His hands reached out, eyes unseeing, and he grasped the chair in front of him as if to anchor himself to the room in some way. Dexler sat again, leaden, twitching nervously and then folded his head down onto his arms on the table. Linwe took the seat beside him and grasped his hand. "Dexler, hold tight. Use my strength to fight this!"  Linwe gritted her teeth watching the stable lad fight whatever had a hold on him. She felt his calloused and work worn hands tightening around her own, and desperation rise in his face. Dexler...Lore......hold fast...dunna let this take ye.…" Dexler replied in a strained voice "It's...hard..." Seeing this struggle, Linwe raised her staff and quickly cast a ward around the lad and the table. With the ward in place, Dexler sagged in his chair, relieved." It...it calls to me...but it's stopped..."  Grateful that the ward worked, Linwe asked "What…be it.. .that ye felt?" Dexler released Linwe's hand and lifted his head from the table. "I felt...glad...a bit sleepy, but...so very happy" Linwe replied with a grimace "A glamour, then, a some sort or other."  "I wanted to go to it, to the sound...it was so sweet..." Linwe frowned. "Do ye still have the holy water I gave ye?" Dexler nodded, as he took a shuddering breath and pointed to the pocket of his hole ridden pants. "I want ye to keep that by yerself at all times....and I want ye to wear this" Linwe reached into her pouch and pulled out a medallion. As she handed him the medallion, a sweet, soft voice called out in the distance "Dexler…Dexler…" As he reached for the medallion, Dexler's hand stopped, and he stared again into space. Linwe reached across the table and grabbed up the statue. She pressed it into Dexler's hands.  'Ye take Dante's statue..tis rightfully yours..twil trigger more memories...but...I will tell ye...a great evil be after you. One far more powerful than that succubus that wants yer...erm.....manhood" Linwe stopped and swallowed. "This one wants…Lore's soul." Grimacing, Dexler asked quietly "Why? What did I do?" A look of pity crossed Linwe's face. ""Ye be...so ill -equipped for such as this…"  Dexler stared down at the table. "Ye have done nothing...as Lore did nothing...but...he  inherited a great deal from that evil master...and somewhere  deep inside yerself..ye know where that money be." Dexler slowly pulled himself up from the table, and in a numbed voice said "I think I will sleep here. I am so tired." Linwe sighed as she watched her young friend climb the steps to the rooms above. As he climbed, she called after him "Tis all about greed…lust..ambition..power." The voice, a soft lull, called from without the tavern "Dexler…" Dexler covered his ears and ran up the stairs.

Linwe waited in the tavern until she heard the slam of a door above her, and with a determined step, walked form the building and into the village square.  The elf turned several times in a circle, her innate elven senses searching for the whereabouts of the woman. She called out in a loud and firm voice Ye may as  well come out, ye fell  thing..I know ye be here. "  Linwe turned when she heard a sigh come form within the seamstresses yard. She turned to confront the figure of Emily, the necromancer's daughter, dressed fussily in black, her hair waving wildly in the breeze.  Linwe pointed a long, slender finger at the woman, her eyes steely green. He knows now. I have told him everything. And I have given him wards against ye!" In an innocent voice, the woman responded "Wards?" Linwe continued, "And if I have ta deafen him to keep ye from him, I will do it! so be it! And aye, wards. Do ye nae know what I am?" Emily's liquid brown eyes widened in disbelief. "You would make him go deaf?" Defiantly, the woman stood her ground "I know what you are. You are an elf that harms those who are close to you!" Linwe snorted in derision at the woman. "To keep him safe from yerself? Aye, I would.  For unlike yerself, I also have the power to heal him of it when ye be taken care of." "Does he know?" "He will..for I will explain it to him first. And give him the choice. Summat ye dunna give…a choice." Emily stood before the elf with clenched teeth, anger rising in her eyes. "You are a fell thing, Emily. As foul as any demon here."  In a quiet voice, Emily turned to the elf and said "I don't want to ensorcle him. If you would stop scaring him it would be ever so much nicer and easier for everyone." Linwe crossed her arms over her chest and glared at the woman. "Just what be it ye want?"  Emily hesitated, lowered her eyes to the dust of the village square, and clenched her jaw again. In a bitter voice she cried "You wouldn't believe me if I told you!"  Linwe enjoined "If there be truth in it, then I will believe ye."

The woman's eyes glare angrily at the elf, but she turned her head and looked away. "I love…loved him! Even if it wasn't that way at first. That's why I want his soul! I want his soul to get him back!" The elven eldar breathed in a deep breath and held it. She said softly, as kindly as she could "Ye canna ever have him back. He doesna exist anymore. Except..in the heart and mind of this lad."  "But that's what I want! His heart and his mind! He never treated me as if I were a woman just to lay with! Or someone inferior!~" Linwe replied patiently "And if ye purge the soul from this one, he will die. And all ye will have left will be some...lich."  Turning away in shame, Emily cried out with torn emotion "I don’t want to purge his soul! I just want…him! Father doesn't know of this! If he knew, he would not let me come back! He scorns love!" Linwe sighed. "But ye see, Lore...he be gone…what be left of him be just his soul…and Emily, this soul…never knew ye." Emily turned away from the elf, trying to hide the heavy sob that wracked her body. "Then I will let him know me! I won’t give up! "The first thing ye must do be to sever yerself from yer father. For how can ye hope, with things bein the way they are, that ye would ever find peace being tied to that evil?" Emily spat back "It's all I've ever known since..mother.." Her voice faded away, having told Linwe that part of her life on another occasion. Turning, Emily squared her shoulders and walked away while Linwe watched, a heavy sorrow for both the lad and this lost woman.

Dancing and Singing Once Again!

A small group gathers in the tavern: a dragon, an elf, a gypsy and a faun, and for one day, there was laughter, singing and dancing at the Restless Spirits instead of strife and unrest.

Linwe smiles at the faun "Tis good to see someone dance in here...tis nae often folk do
Linwe (Linwe Zifanwe) says 'Swith..used to play...but since the demon rum...her playing as slackened off'
Geldriia Zemlja smiles brightly at the fay "That's what we need, a change of mood, all this talk of drown and demons will drive a person to drink, and I mean to drink for the wrong reasons." *she laughs a bit and and claps along with Dahl*
Linwe smiles "Tis too bad I didna bring my harp with me..
Dahl Babii smiles at the positive responce she is having
Linwe (Linwe Zifanwe) says 'Ift times I sit in the meadow and play and dance...in the flowers...'
Geldriia Zemlja licks her lips a bit "I leaned this from a lad I once new.. so bear with me. 8she starts an even note with her voice and starts to sing a bit matching the fawns pace

Geldriia Zemlja: ♪ Oh, some men love a wind witch, because she'll never touch the ground.
Geldriia Zemlja: ♪ And others like a water witch, with one they'll e'er be found.
Geldriia Zemlja: ♪ And some men like a fire witch, though she'll keep them on their guard,
Linwe smiles and laughs "Oh..Swith wil love ye for sure!
Geldriia Zemlja: ♪ But the ladies like a stone mage, for he'll always keep it hard. *she grins and continues*
Linwe blushes
Geldriia Zemlja: ♪ Oh, once I loved a wind mage,
Geldriia Zemlja: ♪ eyes like a duskhorn doe,
Geldriia Zemlja: ♪ And oh, I truly loved her,
Salazar Rage laughs as the color rises to Linwe's face. "im sure swith has told worse linwe."
Geldriia Zemlja: ♪ for the way she knew to blow. *winks*
Linwe (Linwe Zifanwe) says 'Aye..well..some of hers I dunna understand'
Geldriia Zemlja: ♪ Oh, once I loved a fire mage,
Geldriia Zemlja: ♪ though we fought and fought and fought.
Linwe looks confused at that line .....
Geldriia Zemlja: ♪ And oh, I loved my fire mage,
Geldriia Zemlja: ♪ for she was always hot.
Geldriia Zemlja: ♪ Oh, once I loved a water mage,
Geldriia Zemlja: ♪ for days and days and days,
Geldriia Zemlja: ♪ And oh, I loved my water mage,
Geldriia Zemlja: ♪ for all her slippery ways. *grins*
Geldriia Zemlja: ♪ Oh, once I loved a Templar tall,
Linwe (Linwe Zifanwe) says 'Seems this lad...got around a lot..'
Geldriia Zemlja: ♪ her braids worn in a crown.
Dahl Babii giggles
Geldriia Zemlja: ♪ V
Geldriia Zemlja: ♪ And oh, I loved my Templar best,
Geldriia Zemlja: ♪ when she had me kneeling down.
Geldriia Zemlja: ♪ Oh, once I loved a Kadian lass,
Geldriia Zemlja: ♪ she gave it to me for free,
Geldriia Zemlja: ♪ And oh, I loved my Kadian lass,
Geldriia Zemlja: ♪ when she was paying -me-.
Linwe's eyebrows raise "The rest...wanted money?? A..Templar???
Geldriia Zemlja: ♪ Oh, once I loved an Oash wench,
Geldriia Zemlja: ♪ in bed we'd freely play.
Geldriia Zemlja: ♪ And if I wore my fake elf ears, *she winks at Linwe*
Geldriia Zemlja: ♪ she'd love me all the day.
Linwe frowns at the thought of such a thing as fake elf ears
Geldriia Zemlja: ♪ Oh, once I loved a Reynolte proud,
Reaching up, Linwe places a hand on one of her ears and folds it gently between her fingers thinking
Salazar Rage grins in good humor at the lusty barroom song
Geldriia Zemlja: ♪ a lady through and through.
Geldriia Zemlja: ♪ And oh, I loved my Reynolte proud,
Geldriia Zemlja: ♪ for the common things she'd do.
Geldriia Zemlja: ♪ Oh, once I loved a Faleish girl,
Geldriia Zemlja: ♪ though could never call her nice.
Geldriia Zemlja: ♪ Her philosophy was quite unique,
Geldriia Zemlja: ♪ She did -everything- with spice.
Geldriia Zemlja: ♪ Oh, once I loved an Azia girl,
Linwe (Linwe Zifanwe) says 'Just how many..did this lad love????Ye would think he be worn out!'
Geldriia Zemlja: ♪ all dressed in white and blue.
Geldriia Zemlja tries to keep a straight face from Linwe's comment
Geldriia Zemlja: ♪ She completely stole my heart away,
Geldriia Zemlja: ♪ and then my moneybelt too.
Dahl Babii laughs hysterically, shooting cider out her nose
Geldriia Zemlja: ♪ Oh, once I loved an Asenn girl,
Geldriia Zemlja: ♪ all dressed in white and blue.
Geldriia Zemlja: ♪ She lay me down and raised me up,
Geldriia Zemlja: ♪ and then we began anew. *she laughs and takes a little bow*
Dahl Babii cheers & claps "Wonderful!"
Salazar Rage almost falls from his seat as cider drops from Dahl's face.
Linwe blinks and stares "That were quite..erm...entertaining....and as I said..Swith will find a good friend in ye if ye sings such as that
Salazar Rage: that was quite great dear
Salazar Rage: thank you
Geldriia Zemlja smiles and blushes lightly at everyone praise "Thank you all, it's been so long since i sang a song or told a tale."
 Linwe (Linwe Zifanwe) says 'Well the skill will be greatly appreciated here.....'
Linwe (Linwe Zifanwe) says 'Swith be the local minstrel..and I be a bard of sorts...but hers and mine be way far apart in what we play and sing'
Linwe (Linwe Zifanwe) says 'The humans here..they will find ye most entertaining'
Geldriia Zemlja: I tend to have a mix of styles, people like the bawdy ones i sing and the nicer ones too
Salazar Rage smiles " i find her very entertaining as well
Linwe (Linwe Zifanwe) says 'The dragons...*Linwe looks over to Salazar* ..especially the Ancient one and his mate..Saia..do enjoy a good bard circle
 ~   ~   ~   ~
 Thank you to Linwe for the log and picture

Jordon Gets New Wings

A bit bored with the fae meadows, Jordon and SweetPea invade the grounds of the Elven Hall.  SweetPea says 'C'mon Jordon, let's try the swing.  Push me' 

Jordon flies up to SweetPea and says: Alright.  Peaceful area the elves have.

SweetPea nods 'It is very pretty.'

 Jordon gives her a push then jumps on the back of the swing.  SweetPea sits contentedly on the seat, swaying back and forth and leans back against Jordon.  SweetPea says " I wonder where the elf is? I haven't seen her in a few days.'

SweetPea says proudly ‘I cast a glamour on Ilvarru, the demon, so he would look scary to Lady Casandra. Did you know she was taking advice from him?  Advice from a...demon!  And I know that she is afraid of spiders... so I made him look like a spider to her!’  She giggles.  ‘He appears huge and hairy with big googly eyes.   Lady Casandra ran away in fright!'

Jordon chuckles: she fell for it did she? Doesn't realize it is a glamour?

SweetPea shrugs 'even if it is only a glamour, she can't do anything about it.   And the sight of a spider is enough to throw her into fits.'

SweetPea looks at Jordon’s dull black and white wings and wonders if she could glamour bright blue ones for him.  Jordon starts whistling loudly and SweetPea smiles.  She loves to hear whistling.  Jordon wonders if his whistling is loud enough to wake anyone asleep in the elf castle. 

SweetPea screws up her eyes and concentrates very hard.  She waves her arms and says 'sings, wings, do, blue.'  She tries to stamp her foot and falls off the swing.  Jordon is unbalanced by her fall, jumps off and almost lands on top of her.   He is bumped by the swing.  ‘Oooaf.’ He feels a little oddness and all of a sudden sees bright wings from the corner of his eye.

SweetPea gasps as Jordon's wings turn bright blue and iridescent purple and green.  She hops up and down excitedly.   ‘It worked Jordon! It worked!"

Jordon glares at his friend "This is not a calm pleasing blue SweetPea.  I look like a peacock .’

SweetPea puts her hands on her hips and says "I think they are handsome wings …and very pretty.’  She giggles 'Those old black and white wings were so dull!'

Jordon gives a long drawn out sigh "They are girly." 

 SweetPea says hotly "They are not girly. They are too big! I would never be caught wearing wings that big.  I would trip when I flew.'

Jordon glares at her. “Yes, my old ones were dull. They suited me fine. I did glamor my wings other shades at first, but Essie frowned upon me and said a disparaging remark and I quit."

SweetPea chuckles "Essie is silly.  Do you like her opinion better than mine?'

 Jordon: what happened to Essie any way? I haven't seen her in months and no, I value yours.  You are my friend"

SweetPea sniffs ‘Essie went away and didn't come back.'  She smiles ‘I am glad you are my friend Jordon. I would have no one else to play with if you weren't here' 

Jordon says : Anyway, I need large wings to lift me. I'm not pint sized.

SweetPea moves to stand beside Jordon and shakes her head in agreement ‘You are a lot bigger then me'

Jordon McGillivary: yeah, a lot. I am half human.

SweetPea flutters her tiny wings ‘Not all fae are small of course.  Some are fat!  I saw a fat one the other day.  He was as cute as a piglet'

Jordon: you saw a fat fae!

SweetPea nods "I think he had been at the mead barrel too often'

Jordon lifts up, settles, repeats several times to see if he feels any difference caused by SweetPea's magic

SweetPea cocks an eyebrow at Jordon "I think those wings are beautiful and I am not in any hurry to reverse the glamour'

Jordon bounces around some more getting used to bright colors in his line of sight   SweetPea thoroughly approves of Jordon’s new wings and smiles.  She giggles as she flutters between Jordon's wings.

Jordon gives her a look.  He looks at SweetPea's pea sized wings and his huge brightly colored monsters, thinking they will attract overly much attention from those he would rather remain unnoticed by.

SweetPea says ‘But Jordon those wings are your favorite color; aren't you happy to have blue wings?'

Linwe rises from her reverie and peers out the door of the Hall.

SweetPea says ‘I think your wings are very handsome and you should be grateful to me’

Seeing a mass of color Linwe arcs a brow and says “Drow fodder they be....some drow will take them for sure"

SweetPea waves to the elven elder ‘Look!  Aren't Jordon's wings beautiful? I glamoured them all by myself and it worked!'

Jordon heaves a long drawn out sigh and concedes defeat "they are most beautiful fair fae. I am eternally grateful to you."

Linwe says 'Aye… they do be beautiful indeed..but...as in nature...they be an attractant do ye nae think?  Ye wouldna wish some bug of a drow or demon to find him.......useful..'

SweetPea giggles 'Lots of butterflies, I think, will follow him; they like blue too' Jordon remains irritated with his friend. And he looks at her "The Elder has a point SweetPea."  

SweetPea says a bit worriedly "Jordon, you can fly as well with those as the dull old grey ones, can't you?'

Jordon takes off skyward to test them out and thuds on the ground. Linwe watches with amusement from the door as the fragile wings seem to fail SweetPea puts her hand on her mouth and gasps ‘try again'

Jordon tries again:  yes, they work

Linwe says 'Mayhaps tis his boots weighting him down'

SweetPea grins "See?  then what do you have to complain about?'

Jordon looks at his feet "I like my boots. I won the leather off a tanner in a friendly game of chance and had them fashioned to fit me."

SweetPea looks at his boots and sees the same old dull brown color.  She sighs. Linwe peers out at the boots "They be fine boots... Right..serviceable..'

Jordon looks at SweetPea "Even Linwe sides with you on my boots. Is it so unnatural for a fae to wear boots?"

SweetPea says ‘Don’t you think they should be blue to match your wings?'

Jordon is alarmed "NO!"

SweetPea is startled by Jordon's unusually loud voice and says meekly 'As you will Jordon.’

Linwe says 'I think so..right now he be like a cow with different coloured spots...he be nae...coordinated'

Jordon decides to leave, thus avoiding any more of his friends' enchantments: “Acck! You two ladies are ganging up on me!”

Linwe (Linwe Zifanwe) says 'Aye...well....one way or the other..the combination be quite.....erm....bad'

Jordon says “Farewell and pleasant day to you both.”  He takes to the skies and flies away.

My thanks to SweetPea for photos and text

A Demon Dies

Jacen and Linwe, after being taunted to come of Elven Hall, hear the  farm lad Dexler being confronted. They rush out in his defense and after chasing her across the mountain and back through the forest, bring her down. Tying a rope around the dead body, they drag her to the village and place her in the stocks for all to see..as a deterrent. Dexler, in the meantime, disappears, his whereabouts unbeknown to those gathered in the Square. Salazar flies off to search in the north, while Linwe searches to the west. And Aron….he searches, too…but…why?


Thank you to Linwe for the picture and text

Annoying Elven Lay

Linwe glances over at Cassandra
Conner Revnik (Ivarru): oh a fae a human and an elf it must be my lucky day
Casandra calls out "Is everything all right?"
Linwe says 'Aye, Cassie...'
Linwe says 'He doesna hold us in thrall or anythin like that..he just be...bein a demon is all'
Casandra nods, not terribly reassured since he took to the air as soon as she asked
Linwe says 'Pay him no mind..he doesna like bein ignored'
Linwe says 'Tis like a pesky bug he is'

Swith the Scop waves at the fae and hiccups.
Casandra waves to Swith
Linwe says 'Ye know..there have been times I ahs wished I wwere born as an avariel..'
Linwe says 'But they be such reclusive elves'
Casandra flutters her wings
Swith says 'Nah... we's even... two flyin', two walkin'.'
Casandra: I do love having wings
Linwe says 'Maybe we can sweetness and lightness him to death'
Swith smirks: Bloody 'eck... think that'd kill me too...
Casandra Shilova: they make it so easy to get around. and to flee when the need arises
Casandra Shilova giggles
Linwe says 'I dunna know about the sweetness part..but I could do the lightness'
Linwe says 'I think I would make meself ill if I tried the sweetness part'
Swith hiccups and leans against the wall: Well I'll do sweetness.
Swith grins, showing some bad teeth.
Linwe says 'Alright..ye and Cassie do sweetness and I will do lightness'
Casandra smiles sweetly at the demon
Casandra: How are you today dear sir?
Ivarru: I am well
Linwe says 'He didna like it when El hugged him...he screeched like a girl...but I wouldna advise touchin huim'
Swith smirks: Nah... think I'll do nappin' instead.
Casandra: that is magnificent, I am so very glad you are well
Swith yawns for a while and has a last swig of rum before recorking the bottle.
Linwe says 'Aye,,ye go pick out a pew in yon church there Swith..a nice comfy one'
Swith says 'Oh aye... um... the church. Right.looks drunkenly confused a while, then slowly heads off in the direction of the church: Aye... see yer all around.
Ivarru: dark dreams human
Linwe says 'And have a swig o that holy water afore ye falls asleep..just for..good measure'
Linwe watchs as Swith weaves her way towards the church
Casandra: mayhap it will chase away some of her little friends
Linwe watches the demon to make sure he doesn't follow

Linwe whispers to Cassie "He be a crafty one...
Casandra: if I were Swith I could sing to him
Linwe says 'Mayhaps I should sing him elven lays..once I drove a Matron mad singing her the Sillmarillion'
Lore Dexler quietly approaches from off to the side
Casandra: oh my! yes, try that
Linwe says 'We had her captured and I made her listen as I sand the history of the elven People'
Linwe spies Lore behind the demon
Casandra: although do we really want him mad? a loco demon?
Ivarru: oh a creature of the night

Lore glances at the winged being, and noticing the style of the wings and the horns and the dark clothing, cocks a brow
Ivarru: your song would provide an annoyance and nothing else elf
Casandra glances past the demon "greetings!"
Lore inclines his head toward the three, murmuring, "Ave"
Linwe says 'Then an annoyance it shall be!'

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Linwe: There was Eru, the One, who in Arda is called Ilúvatar; and he made first the Ainur, the Holy Ones, that were the offspring of his thought, and they were with him before aught else was made. And he spoke to them, propounding to them themes of music; and they sang before him, and he was glad.
Ivarru: what a dreadful song
Linwe says 'Vedui Lore..I were just reciting some elven hisotry here thinkin mayhaps it would....please..this demon'
Linwe keened into song "But for a long while they sang only each alone, or but few together, while the rest hearkened; for each comprehended only that part of me mind of Il?vatar from which he came, and in the understanding of their brethren they grew but slowly. Yet ever as they listened they came to deeper understanding, and increased in unison and harmony.
And it came to pass that Il?vatar called together all the Ainur and declared to them a mighty theme, unfolding to them things greater and more wonderful than he had yet revealed; and the glory of its beginning and the splendour of its end amazed the Ainur, so that they bowed before Il?vatar and were silent.
Then Il?vatar said to them: 'Of the theme that I have declared to you, I will now that ye make in harmony together a Great Music. And since I have kindled you with the Flame Imperishable, ye shall show forth your powers in adorning this theme, each with his own thoughts and devices, if he will. But I win sit and hearken, and be glad that through you great beauty has been wa
Then the voices of the Ainur, like unto harps and lutes, and pipes and trumpets, and viols and organs, and like unto countless choirs singing with words, began to fashion the theme of Il?vatar to a great music; and a sound arose of endless interchanging melodies woven in harmony that passed beyond hearing into the depths and into the heights, and the places of the dwelling of Il?vatar were filled to overflowing, and the music and the echo of the music went out into the Void, and it was not void. Never since have the Ainur made any music like to this music, though it has been said that a greater still shall be made before Il?vatar by the choirs of the Ainur and the Children of Il?vatar after the end of days. Then the themes of Il?vatar shall be played aright, and take Being in the moment of their utterance, for all shall then understand fully his intent in their part, and each shall know the comprehension of each, and Il?vatar shall give to their thoughts the secret fire, being well pleased.
But now Ilúvatar sat and hearkened, and for a great while it seemed good to him, for in the music there were no f.........
Linwe goes on and on and on singing the lay

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Note: I take quite a few pictures. However I move onto other things, rather than posting them in a timely manner. Pray forgive me for posting late, and certainly out of sequence with the ongoing role play.

Linwe sits at her desk and pens a letter to those she trusts and considers friends:

My friends,

The gravity of the recent situation concerning the demons and the drow  is prompting me to write this missive to you. I am asking that each of you watch carefully not only the sky, but those about you, for great dangers lurk in the oddest of places.

The demon has managed to convince our good friend Lore that he is his former master. To that effect, Lore has been instructed to kill me. I spent half the afternoon being chased around the realm by this insane undead . The only answer right now is to stake him until the demon problem can be rectified. Harsh, I know. But a necessity.

The second item we must deal with is Swith. She is being used, unsurprising in itself because of her drunken condition, but we must turn this around so that we in turn use her for our purposes. Not unkindly, but with control. She holds much information in her foggy mind that can only be attained through the ample use of..rum. I ask that each of you watch her. See who she speaks with. And where. If she makes one motion towards the Underdark, warn either Vasil or myself, or the Ancient One, who is working with us to rid ourselves of the current menace. Make sure that Swith does not become suspicious of your motives.

The third factor in this is the drowess. There is some confusion as to what part she is playing in all this. Let me assure you though that Vasil is now disillusioned with her and sees her for what she really is. A danger and a threat. Do not trust her. She is like a powder keg set next to a bonfire.

The succubus is also to be watched and her movements reported. She has been seen in league with both the drowess and the other demon. Be wary, for she can throw flame if angered.

Watch Wulf. Her consorts with Ivarru and with the drowess also. Do not trust him for a minute.

I am sorry this missive is so long and pedantic. I trust each of you to do their part in this. It is time we stand together.

Naamarie,

:Linwe Celebrindl

Mayhap if we all watch and listen, we can put together enough information to move forward solidly and rid ourselves of these bad times we are having.

The Dilemma

Fraught with internal confusion, Linwe seeks out her fellow druid friend to confide in.

They sit in the tavern discussing a mutual friend:
Linwe says 'Ye know...I had a thought...I dunna know if we be doin Siwth any favours lettin her get away with what she do here in the tavern'
Linwe says 'For a long time I slipped coin under the mat for what she took'
Justine Aye...me too, when ye dinna
Linwe says 'But…tis nae doing her any good...the truth be...she be a thief....and I know there be reasons...but I wonder if I should justify it anymore?'

Linwe says 'Tis odd...but summat the demon said brought this to light for me…he called her my pet'
Linwe says 'When I reflect on it...I may hae done just that...inadvertently made her my pet by turning away from what I know to be wrong...because of the past'
[Justine Moyet raises a brow
Linwe says 'I hae tried to protect her...but do she really need my protection?'
Linwe says 'Or would it be better if she faced things as El has and be made to see the high road?'


Thank you Linwe for this submission.