Post by spastic bard on Mar 25, 2008 22:49:42 GMT -5
Illia was a character I never really used. Tis a pity, she was all kinds of awesome and had a really cool story. This was going to be her introduction post for the forums, but I never finished it. I still plan to, but here is what I have thus far.
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In the distance, temple bells chimed the late hour. The docks were quiet except for the gentle lapping of the waves and the creek of the ships. Most of the sailors and deck hands were either on ship, or in one of the taverns seeking land’s comfort. Not a soul was in sight. The low dull of noise from the busier sections of the city were dull even to her long, pointed ears. She approached quietly from the main road, the sound of her boots echoed loudly through the dim silence. She stopped by the edge of the docks, her silvery gray eyes scanning the water with what seemed like boredom. A light night breeze played havoc with her loose locks of light blonde hair; her expression was detached and uninterested in her surroundings.
The note said the hour before midnight. How shameful for one of his order to be late…
Just as the thought crossed her mind the sound of another pair of boot heels upon stone gave away the presence of a second late night visitor – a man well into his prime, yet heavy plate covered his powerful build. A long sword was drawn and held at ready. The lady elf did not turn around, but the barest hint of a smile played upon her lips.
Oh good. He already has his weapon out. Guess he learned the first time not to approach without a blade between us. Hopefully he won’t bore me with his speech for too long.
“Illianna of the Silver Clan, I demand you surrender yourself and lay down your weapon.”
“Oh please Death Knight… Do I ever listen to you?”
She heard him stiffen at her response, his armor clanking slightly with the shift in movement. Why he was still insulted by such a response she’ll never understand. It was nothing new. Illianna turned around slowly, her bored gray gaze now upon the knight.
“I thought I made myself clear last time our paths crossed. I don’t want to see you again. I had enough of your presence while I was a prisoner. Do you not know how to follow orders, Death Knight?”
He stiffened again at the insult. She allowed herself a small smile again as she looked away. She knew he wouldn’t attack her. He was too proud to strike while she was unprepared.
“Then again, I made it clear the first time we met as well. You have a problem with listening.”
“Something we have in common then, traitor. I, however, listen to the right people.”
Illianna quirked a brow. That drew her gaze back to the Knight.
“Yet your God has not ordered you to capture me. Why do you insist upon my surrender when your God is finished with me?”
“My God may be finished with you, but it appears another one is not.”
The hint of annoyance played upon Illianna’s face in response to the Knight’s comment. She quickly turned her back to him, arms crossed in front of her. She would not show her dismay to this man. She didn’t show anything to anyone, but especially him.
“Anything else, Sir Soren, or are you done?”
She sensed the tensing of muscles before she heard the clink of armor. The knight raised his blade and charged towards the elf, his movements quick and sure. He brought the weapon in from the side, an attempted swipe at her unprotected right side. The elf turned to meet the blow, without a weapon in hand. The blade struck, and even though there was nothing visible beyond her white sleeve protecting her form, it was propelled back by some force. The knight took a step back, blade up again and ready for another strike.
“Armor mi’lady? I didn’t think you were the type to use something magical.”
“And I didn’t think you were the type to strike someone unarmed.”
The knight smiled grimly.
“Go ahead then, draw your weapon Illianna.”
(Unfinished - more to come!)
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In the distance, temple bells chimed the late hour. The docks were quiet except for the gentle lapping of the waves and the creek of the ships. Most of the sailors and deck hands were either on ship, or in one of the taverns seeking land’s comfort. Not a soul was in sight. The low dull of noise from the busier sections of the city were dull even to her long, pointed ears. She approached quietly from the main road, the sound of her boots echoed loudly through the dim silence. She stopped by the edge of the docks, her silvery gray eyes scanning the water with what seemed like boredom. A light night breeze played havoc with her loose locks of light blonde hair; her expression was detached and uninterested in her surroundings.
The note said the hour before midnight. How shameful for one of his order to be late…
Just as the thought crossed her mind the sound of another pair of boot heels upon stone gave away the presence of a second late night visitor – a man well into his prime, yet heavy plate covered his powerful build. A long sword was drawn and held at ready. The lady elf did not turn around, but the barest hint of a smile played upon her lips.
Oh good. He already has his weapon out. Guess he learned the first time not to approach without a blade between us. Hopefully he won’t bore me with his speech for too long.
“Illianna of the Silver Clan, I demand you surrender yourself and lay down your weapon.”
“Oh please Death Knight… Do I ever listen to you?”
She heard him stiffen at her response, his armor clanking slightly with the shift in movement. Why he was still insulted by such a response she’ll never understand. It was nothing new. Illianna turned around slowly, her bored gray gaze now upon the knight.
“I thought I made myself clear last time our paths crossed. I don’t want to see you again. I had enough of your presence while I was a prisoner. Do you not know how to follow orders, Death Knight?”
He stiffened again at the insult. She allowed herself a small smile again as she looked away. She knew he wouldn’t attack her. He was too proud to strike while she was unprepared.
“Then again, I made it clear the first time we met as well. You have a problem with listening.”
“Something we have in common then, traitor. I, however, listen to the right people.”
Illianna quirked a brow. That drew her gaze back to the Knight.
“Yet your God has not ordered you to capture me. Why do you insist upon my surrender when your God is finished with me?”
“My God may be finished with you, but it appears another one is not.”
The hint of annoyance played upon Illianna’s face in response to the Knight’s comment. She quickly turned her back to him, arms crossed in front of her. She would not show her dismay to this man. She didn’t show anything to anyone, but especially him.
“Anything else, Sir Soren, or are you done?”
She sensed the tensing of muscles before she heard the clink of armor. The knight raised his blade and charged towards the elf, his movements quick and sure. He brought the weapon in from the side, an attempted swipe at her unprotected right side. The elf turned to meet the blow, without a weapon in hand. The blade struck, and even though there was nothing visible beyond her white sleeve protecting her form, it was propelled back by some force. The knight took a step back, blade up again and ready for another strike.
“Armor mi’lady? I didn’t think you were the type to use something magical.”
“And I didn’t think you were the type to strike someone unarmed.”
The knight smiled grimly.
“Go ahead then, draw your weapon Illianna.”
(Unfinished - more to come!)