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Alu Selu Arator: As before it was shown and seen that the very sinister voice which had been announced, had not come from the sword, but from his own vocal chords. Though he was not aware at this time of such actions. The sword ( recapped ), Mandu` Hyanda, was poised and centered, the tip embedded into the wooden planks beneath his feet, as his fingers were wound tightly around the leather wrapped hilt. His cerulean eyes showed a hint of careful calculation and in the depths of his left, the strange and pulsating black veins were slowly but surely spreading across the sea of the white, drawing closer and encroaching upon the very pupil itself. As if the darkness of the inflicted curse were rising like the shifting of the tides. He was drawing moisture from the air and from living bodies. <c>
Alu Selu Arator: The darkness of the inflicted curse inside of him, however, was feeding on the anger which was rising behind the exterior of Taren Alkarinque. It could be felt slowly lifting from his pores with each and every word and or action that had been performed up to this point by the so called Arator and the growing tension between himself and the Lady Winter. It steadily grew thick in the atmosphere, almost so that it could now be cut straight through with a knife. Silence reigned, there was not now a moment that would pass in the counting seconds of time. Tick-tock-tick-tock. To whom would the first move be given? Should he lay down his sword and go quietly? Or were the words in which he had spoken to Niire more than what they could have been? Muscles tensed and waited. <E>
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- Karythar Ilfirin -: Karythar would continue to stand there to there at the side of his Yalarm, whom he followed and protected with his very life. He would not let harm come to this woman as long as he had breath with in his body, as long as his muscles could drive his body to move. Closing his eyes he would take in a deep breath and he would feel the Arator pull at the moisture in the air and even in the bodies of those with in the tavern. His eyes drifted to the visage of Winter, the look upon her face as she laid eyes on the Arator the champion of water. Karythar would slowly stand from his crouched position and he would drop his hand <C>
- Karythar Ilfirin -: from the hilt of his blade after pushing it back with in its sheath fully. He would then stand tall and he walked forward into the threshold of the room, his figure still at the side of Winter as he issued a side long glance at the Arator through blue locks. Icey orbs would eyes the man that he had at one point looked up to, he was no longer angry with the man , no he looked upon the man now with pity with in his orbs." How far the Arator has fallen..." He would say in a cold tone a thin mist pouring from thin pale lips, his face showing no emotion as he would now step behind Winter not wanting to get in the way of her but he would stay in a position to aid her if needed.<E>
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Ainur: She felt the air sizzle, temperature climbing to the point of boiling. Though she remained poised upon the wooden floor, glaring nonchalantly at the Arator as he stood there unmoving with his sword drawn and his eyes shifting colors? How peculiar, her mind would muse as azure orbs widens for a moment to observe the widening darkness surrounding his left eye. From as far as her memory served her, his eyes were never the color of midnight. Slender brows curve in wonder as she drew a silent breath, sucking in the humid air. "So what do you wish to do now, Arator? Slay us, your kin?" She offered a head shake soon after, keeping her eyes on his sculptured visage, wishing she could smooth away the signs of anger and discontent from marring his angular face. Karythar's emotionless retort came <c>
Ainur: to reside upon her ears, halting her line of thoughts. "Stop with this foolishness. Let us return to Pinquelek. There is much to be done before the tidal wave of war hits us unannounced" She ends, raising a hand towards him. Beckoning, silently pleading for Xenith to abandon his present course. <e>
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Alu Selu Arator: For the moment his eyes were adverted and drawn away from the shape and form of the Lady Winter, and were fixed more than ever on Karythar Ilfirin. The anger in which he had been using as fuel longer seemed to exist and this made the darkness inside quite upset. So much so that through the windows of the soul, his consciousness and thoughts were pulled back along the conduits of nerves, through the twisting and turning chambers of his own mind and found himself in the central chamber, where the darkness was gathering, consuming all that it could find. Here another battle, the first of many, was underway. It was a battle of wits against that which was eating him alive. Striking, the darkness seemed to pull away, separating and conjoining, forming whole once more out of his reach. <c>
Alu Selu Arator: " Foolishness you say? What is foolish about striking out and forging one's own destiny and fate?" His voice was that darkening undertone of a gutteral gnashing of teeth against teeth. With each word they seemed to vibrate with the feeling of ground up glass falling over the flesh and drawing in with deep bleeding cuts. The sensation of razored claws or knives drug over a surface in which did not agree. " There is no reason for us...I mean me to return. All that was is not and will never be again," he said and his grip seemed to tighten ever so subtlely upon the hilt of the dark blade. He could feel its power pulsing through his appendage, it cried for blood, the mana, wanting to feast and gorge upon the elemental power within. " Don't make me say it twice, Lady Winter." <E>
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- Karythar Ilfirin -: Karythar's head would tilt to the side slwoly and his eyes would remain on the man as he tightly clutched the hilt of the dark blade, the blade it self had caught his attention. Something about it bothered him, it was dark or he got the feeling of evil from the weapon causing the hair on the back of his neck to rise. His hand would reach back to grip the hilt of his blade once again from under neith the cover of his deep blue cloak, he watched the Arators movements and listened to his tone as he spoke to Winter. He would remain catious and he would get ready to defend Winter if the so called water champion dared attack his Yalar. <C>
- Karythar Ilfirin -: Karythar would slowly step forward almost threatening to steap infront of Winter at this point not wanting the Arator to even have a chance at striking at her. His cold gaze would travel back to the face of the Arator and he would see the darkness with in one of his eyes and he would speak out in a equaly cold tone another whisp of cold air slipping between thin teirs." What had befallen you Arator... You are not the same man that we all knew and looked up to, you are low... Look at you. You have fallen far Arator... It's time for you to pick your self up and be are Champion once again." His voice for the first time in awhile showed a hint of emotion.<E>
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Alu Selu Arator: Colors began to fade, at least in half of his vision. As he turned to look out through his own eyes and at the failing control of his own self as the darkness tugged upon the strings of his body like a master puppeteer. The outstretched fingers of ebony delight hovering over his soul and his own thoughts. Plucking here and pulling there. With a mustering force he attacked it again and again, and each time he seemed to slip deeper into despair. Choking the control and batting him aside as if he were nothing. The old wound on his shoulder began to scream, the pain radiated through his blood and his bones, crying out as if it had just happened the previous evening before. Tendrils shot forth from the mass of blackness and seemed to reach out towards him, and dragging him in. <c>
Tel` MorAin: Reality came back into play as the darkness tried to wrestle away the control and sway him by force, as for a moment or two, there had been that look, that stare, his gaze taking on that far and away appearance, spaced out and not entirely seeming to be at home. The lights had gone dark and the sword, it was beginning to drain the life from the very floor. A faint creak here and there was issued from the room, and the Arator blinked a few times and released his grip upon the evil blade. " What was I thinking? Forgive me, Lady Winter. The stress of everything was almost too much to bear, and I would be happy to return," he said and would take one or two steps forward, the necessary movements that would bring him ( or them ) to stand oh so very close to her. " I know you have feeling for us/me. Its quite obvious. Lets ditch the boy here, whom thinks I have fallen, and allow nature to take its course." His voice was unnaturally clam, collective and utterly beguiling. As if it could influence and warp the very given senses. <E>
Alu Selu Arator: As before it was shown and seen that the very sinister voice which had been announced, had not come from the sword, but from his own vocal chords. Though he was not aware at this time of such actions. The sword ( recapped ), Mandu` Hyanda, was poised and centered, the tip embedded into the wooden planks beneath his feet, as his fingers were wound tightly around the leather wrapped hilt. His cerulean eyes showed a hint of careful calculation and in the depths of his left, the strange and pulsating black veins were slowly but surely spreading across the sea of the white, drawing closer and encroaching upon the very pupil itself. As if the darkness of the inflicted curse were rising like the shifting of the tides. He was drawing moisture from the air and from living bodies. <c>
Alu Selu Arator: The darkness of the inflicted curse inside of him, however, was feeding on the anger which was rising behind the exterior of Taren Alkarinque. It could be felt slowly lifting from his pores with each and every word and or action that had been performed up to this point by the so called Arator and the growing tension between himself and the Lady Winter. It steadily grew thick in the atmosphere, almost so that it could now be cut straight through with a knife. Silence reigned, there was not now a moment that would pass in the counting seconds of time. Tick-tock-tick-tock. To whom would the first move be given? Should he lay down his sword and go quietly? Or were the words in which he had spoken to Niire more than what they could have been? Muscles tensed and waited. <E>
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- Karythar Ilfirin -: Karythar would continue to stand there to there at the side of his Yalarm, whom he followed and protected with his very life. He would not let harm come to this woman as long as he had breath with in his body, as long as his muscles could drive his body to move. Closing his eyes he would take in a deep breath and he would feel the Arator pull at the moisture in the air and even in the bodies of those with in the tavern. His eyes drifted to the visage of Winter, the look upon her face as she laid eyes on the Arator the champion of water. Karythar would slowly stand from his crouched position and he would drop his hand <C>
- Karythar Ilfirin -: from the hilt of his blade after pushing it back with in its sheath fully. He would then stand tall and he walked forward into the threshold of the room, his figure still at the side of Winter as he issued a side long glance at the Arator through blue locks. Icey orbs would eyes the man that he had at one point looked up to, he was no longer angry with the man , no he looked upon the man now with pity with in his orbs." How far the Arator has fallen..." He would say in a cold tone a thin mist pouring from thin pale lips, his face showing no emotion as he would now step behind Winter not wanting to get in the way of her but he would stay in a position to aid her if needed.<E>
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Ainur: She felt the air sizzle, temperature climbing to the point of boiling. Though she remained poised upon the wooden floor, glaring nonchalantly at the Arator as he stood there unmoving with his sword drawn and his eyes shifting colors? How peculiar, her mind would muse as azure orbs widens for a moment to observe the widening darkness surrounding his left eye. From as far as her memory served her, his eyes were never the color of midnight. Slender brows curve in wonder as she drew a silent breath, sucking in the humid air. "So what do you wish to do now, Arator? Slay us, your kin?" She offered a head shake soon after, keeping her eyes on his sculptured visage, wishing she could smooth away the signs of anger and discontent from marring his angular face. Karythar's emotionless retort came <c>
Ainur: to reside upon her ears, halting her line of thoughts. "Stop with this foolishness. Let us return to Pinquelek. There is much to be done before the tidal wave of war hits us unannounced" She ends, raising a hand towards him. Beckoning, silently pleading for Xenith to abandon his present course. <e>
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Alu Selu Arator: For the moment his eyes were adverted and drawn away from the shape and form of the Lady Winter, and were fixed more than ever on Karythar Ilfirin. The anger in which he had been using as fuel longer seemed to exist and this made the darkness inside quite upset. So much so that through the windows of the soul, his consciousness and thoughts were pulled back along the conduits of nerves, through the twisting and turning chambers of his own mind and found himself in the central chamber, where the darkness was gathering, consuming all that it could find. Here another battle, the first of many, was underway. It was a battle of wits against that which was eating him alive. Striking, the darkness seemed to pull away, separating and conjoining, forming whole once more out of his reach. <c>
Alu Selu Arator: " Foolishness you say? What is foolish about striking out and forging one's own destiny and fate?" His voice was that darkening undertone of a gutteral gnashing of teeth against teeth. With each word they seemed to vibrate with the feeling of ground up glass falling over the flesh and drawing in with deep bleeding cuts. The sensation of razored claws or knives drug over a surface in which did not agree. " There is no reason for us...I mean me to return. All that was is not and will never be again," he said and his grip seemed to tighten ever so subtlely upon the hilt of the dark blade. He could feel its power pulsing through his appendage, it cried for blood, the mana, wanting to feast and gorge upon the elemental power within. " Don't make me say it twice, Lady Winter." <E>
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- Karythar Ilfirin -: Karythar's head would tilt to the side slwoly and his eyes would remain on the man as he tightly clutched the hilt of the dark blade, the blade it self had caught his attention. Something about it bothered him, it was dark or he got the feeling of evil from the weapon causing the hair on the back of his neck to rise. His hand would reach back to grip the hilt of his blade once again from under neith the cover of his deep blue cloak, he watched the Arators movements and listened to his tone as he spoke to Winter. He would remain catious and he would get ready to defend Winter if the so called water champion dared attack his Yalar. <C>
- Karythar Ilfirin -: Karythar would slowly step forward almost threatening to steap infront of Winter at this point not wanting the Arator to even have a chance at striking at her. His cold gaze would travel back to the face of the Arator and he would see the darkness with in one of his eyes and he would speak out in a equaly cold tone another whisp of cold air slipping between thin teirs." What had befallen you Arator... You are not the same man that we all knew and looked up to, you are low... Look at you. You have fallen far Arator... It's time for you to pick your self up and be are Champion once again." His voice for the first time in awhile showed a hint of emotion.<E>
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Alu Selu Arator: Colors began to fade, at least in half of his vision. As he turned to look out through his own eyes and at the failing control of his own self as the darkness tugged upon the strings of his body like a master puppeteer. The outstretched fingers of ebony delight hovering over his soul and his own thoughts. Plucking here and pulling there. With a mustering force he attacked it again and again, and each time he seemed to slip deeper into despair. Choking the control and batting him aside as if he were nothing. The old wound on his shoulder began to scream, the pain radiated through his blood and his bones, crying out as if it had just happened the previous evening before. Tendrils shot forth from the mass of blackness and seemed to reach out towards him, and dragging him in. <c>
Tel` MorAin: Reality came back into play as the darkness tried to wrestle away the control and sway him by force, as for a moment or two, there had been that look, that stare, his gaze taking on that far and away appearance, spaced out and not entirely seeming to be at home. The lights had gone dark and the sword, it was beginning to drain the life from the very floor. A faint creak here and there was issued from the room, and the Arator blinked a few times and released his grip upon the evil blade. " What was I thinking? Forgive me, Lady Winter. The stress of everything was almost too much to bear, and I would be happy to return," he said and would take one or two steps forward, the necessary movements that would bring him ( or them ) to stand oh so very close to her. " I know you have feeling for us/me. Its quite obvious. Lets ditch the boy here, whom thinks I have fallen, and allow nature to take its course." His voice was unnaturally clam, collective and utterly beguiling. As if it could influence and warp the very given senses. <E>