Ea sighs and shrugged.
"Mir and Mash seemed fine for letting others visit... or at least go aboard the ship and see Zilly... but... They're very much against you right now.... they say you're probably not her mother and other claims, like you just want to find her and kill her."
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"You should ask them yourself... I can't help you past that. I don't or never did expect any pay either, Zilly is an old friend of mine... even if she's a little whacky to remember me very much."
He offered her a slight smile and returned to his drink.
A Bounty
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*Zilvai
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Jezzara Visually begins to become agressive. Her hands clenching tightly as the sleaves seem to burn up a little due to fire. The scent of burnt cloth lingering a little around her ambience. A forceful smile would be returned to Ea.
"I... understand - however I want to see her again, now... as soon as possible. P-please... help me."
"I... understand - however I want to see her again, now... as soon as possible. P-please... help me."
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*Sareth675
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"Tell you what... you speak to Mir and Mash about going aboard the Spelljammer... if they won't let you on, I'll make a sensory stone of my trip there.... so you can see she's okay. That sound good to you? I'm not going to be breaking into a Spelljammer on a whim, unfortunately."
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*Sareth675
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He shrugged helplessly.
"I don't want anything, I don't see the problem until you go out and ask Mir to see Zilly for yourself..."
"I don't want anything, I don't see the problem until you go out and ask Mir to see Zilly for yourself..."
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*silinrul357
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Somewhere in a dark hole...
The blackened elf-like figure clad in blue leather looked at the sexagon on the ground with a frown and a grumble. She silently counted each end out to make sure she had the right number, then checked the catalyst on each tip, and finally the connecting runes that had been drawn. Ever since having left the domain she'd been born in, she'd had to adapt and accommodate with not only her new settings, but her new ways of magic. She'd always simply willed it to work before after all. This actually took study, and this in particular took that along with careful preparation and deep-memory digging.
"Tch," she murmured as she recalled all of it. It was uncharacteristic of her to have done it, but all the same she could not deny the usefulness of it. Perhaps a lesson she would learn above all the others that were her succession.
That thought gave her pause as she thought aloud, standing in the center of the six-sided rune inscription, "that's right, succession. Without children too eh? Or did they? Hells, I don't know."
She gave a careful gaze to her hands as her monologue continued, "I suppose maybe it's best that it was me though. Maybe I ain't them, but I do know one thing: I don't care to be. Something you had right when you told me Zilly: wanna be myself. Not none of the past."
She snickered a bit at that. Despite her words, she knew in part what was being done here was not out of some strange loyalty to a creator. None of her successors were the type and she was certainly no exception. She probably had the second one's feelings to blame here. Not like she cared though. It still got the job done, right?
"Right, enough rambling thoughts," she said to herself aloud again, "time to focus on the task at hand. I gotta make sure I do more than that. Maybe it just helps me more... or maybe it'll help both. Heh, who knows?"
As if answering her own rambling thoughts, she looked once more at the catalysts on the ground to check once more they were in place, and when satisfied, closed her eyes. The figure then let out a deep breath and brought up her hands, clasping them together and setting her arms horizontally just at her breast level. A small chant began as a murmur, continuing for a time as the runes on the floor slowly lit.
Her hand suddenly shot out as she said one word, and it pointed to one catalyst, which started to glow with a brilliant hue. She pointed to a second as she exclaimed a second word. It lit up a different color. She continued this until each of them were lit. Then, she slowly started out of the sexagon and to the side, still holding her chant and waving her hands. Her eyes were now a rainbow of color.
Once more, she repeated the words said on the six points, but this time in a full, quick succession. The catalyst all flashed in a response.
Then she spoke in draconic.
"Come fourth, to me right here, right now!"
The blackened elf-like figure clad in blue leather looked at the sexagon on the ground with a frown and a grumble. She silently counted each end out to make sure she had the right number, then checked the catalyst on each tip, and finally the connecting runes that had been drawn. Ever since having left the domain she'd been born in, she'd had to adapt and accommodate with not only her new settings, but her new ways of magic. She'd always simply willed it to work before after all. This actually took study, and this in particular took that along with careful preparation and deep-memory digging.
"Tch," she murmured as she recalled all of it. It was uncharacteristic of her to have done it, but all the same she could not deny the usefulness of it. Perhaps a lesson she would learn above all the others that were her succession.
That thought gave her pause as she thought aloud, standing in the center of the six-sided rune inscription, "that's right, succession. Without children too eh? Or did they? Hells, I don't know."
She gave a careful gaze to her hands as her monologue continued, "I suppose maybe it's best that it was me though. Maybe I ain't them, but I do know one thing: I don't care to be. Something you had right when you told me Zilly: wanna be myself. Not none of the past."
She snickered a bit at that. Despite her words, she knew in part what was being done here was not out of some strange loyalty to a creator. None of her successors were the type and she was certainly no exception. She probably had the second one's feelings to blame here. Not like she cared though. It still got the job done, right?
"Right, enough rambling thoughts," she said to herself aloud again, "time to focus on the task at hand. I gotta make sure I do more than that. Maybe it just helps me more... or maybe it'll help both. Heh, who knows?"
As if answering her own rambling thoughts, she looked once more at the catalysts on the ground to check once more they were in place, and when satisfied, closed her eyes. The figure then let out a deep breath and brought up her hands, clasping them together and setting her arms horizontally just at her breast level. A small chant began as a murmur, continuing for a time as the runes on the floor slowly lit.
Her hand suddenly shot out as she said one word, and it pointed to one catalyst, which started to glow with a brilliant hue. She pointed to a second as she exclaimed a second word. It lit up a different color. She continued this until each of them were lit. Then, she slowly started out of the sexagon and to the side, still holding her chant and waving her hands. Her eyes were now a rainbow of color.
Once more, she repeated the words said on the six points, but this time in a full, quick succession. The catalyst all flashed in a response.
Then she spoke in draconic.
"Come fourth, to me right here, right now!"
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*Zilvai
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*Le Edit of Epic*
The lights of the gems flicker in the prismatic hue, sending a light ray skywards to hit the roof and lightening the dark place the summoner may be in with rainbow colors. Orbs of a cyan/light blue color would begin to fill the area, fragile. If touched, they'd pop like a bubble into smaller orbs. Moments after, the woman, pure white with her trademark fluffy hair and the ruffled wings would slowly stand up from the bed in her sleeping form. An odd sight. It's nearly as if she was Dream-walking or frankly, she was. Once stood up, she tries to cast a spell, which fizzled due to wards over the jammer. To that, she slowly would try to walk out the room.
In the meantime, Jezzara would loft herself disgruntled, frowning slightly to Ea and then turning towards the door with a lifted nose. The woman seemed utmost snobbish now where her evident plan had failed. There was only one way for her now, and that was to ask Mir. Deffinately something she wanted to avoid.
The lights of the gems flicker in the prismatic hue, sending a light ray skywards to hit the roof and lightening the dark place the summoner may be in with rainbow colors. Orbs of a cyan/light blue color would begin to fill the area, fragile. If touched, they'd pop like a bubble into smaller orbs. Moments after, the woman, pure white with her trademark fluffy hair and the ruffled wings would slowly stand up from the bed in her sleeping form. An odd sight. It's nearly as if she was Dream-walking or frankly, she was. Once stood up, she tries to cast a spell, which fizzled due to wards over the jammer. To that, she slowly would try to walk out the room.
In the meantime, Jezzara would loft herself disgruntled, frowning slightly to Ea and then turning towards the door with a lifted nose. The woman seemed utmost snobbish now where her evident plan had failed. There was only one way for her now, and that was to ask Mir. Deffinately something she wanted to avoid.
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*AniKai
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The crew was told to guard that no one tried to capture Zilvai, but nothing they had been instructed about sleepwalking.
The crew members follow her, unsure for a while whether to try wake her or not but then deciding to just observe as someone recalls being mentioned that waking a sleepwalker could be a grave mistake. So, instead of waking her they just observe, steering her away from possible hazards in the corridors and on the deck, and if possible, try steer her to return to the captain's quarters she walked out of.
Somewhere far below, at the Bazaar, Mir glances up to the skies, quiet voice speaking in her mind - just a moment later to vanish, a brief breeze and stirred dust lingering in air where she stood before, and in the same moment she lands on one of the pre-configured platforms aboard Alice.
Mir hastily inquires where Zilvai currently is and hurries thro the corridors after her...
The crew members follow her, unsure for a while whether to try wake her or not but then deciding to just observe as someone recalls being mentioned that waking a sleepwalker could be a grave mistake. So, instead of waking her they just observe, steering her away from possible hazards in the corridors and on the deck, and if possible, try steer her to return to the captain's quarters she walked out of.
Somewhere far below, at the Bazaar, Mir glances up to the skies, quiet voice speaking in her mind - just a moment later to vanish, a brief breeze and stirred dust lingering in air where she stood before, and in the same moment she lands on one of the pre-configured platforms aboard Alice.
Mir hastily inquires where Zilvai currently is and hurries thro the corridors after her...
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*Zilvai
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The sleepwalker would walk on around indoors of the jammer, seeming to have not made her way out yet as she was always steered back. Her path was for the deck she could never reach till now. Her eyes would still be closed and her expression would be passive. It is quite hte horrifying sight, especially as the eyeliner has been smeered through the time being, making her look rather deathly. Her long hair tumbling all the way to the ground, swishing the floor like a mop.
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*Light
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Upon Darremar's return to the jammer he would likely discover quite swiftly that something was amiss aboard the vessel.
He would weave his way through across the vessel, inquiring as to the source of the disturbance if need be. His path inexorably would bring him closer to the disturbance. It was only a matter of what he would see upon his arrival...
He would weave his way through across the vessel, inquiring as to the source of the disturbance if need be. His path inexorably would bring him closer to the disturbance. It was only a matter of what he would see upon his arrival...