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*Necrodelicious
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Posted by *Necrodelicious »


And within twenty-four hours of the building being ready, Kara moves in. She finds her quarters simple but comfortable, catering to all her needs, and with enough space for most of her clothes.

Her books soon find homes on assorted shelves, her desk swiftly acquires a light dusting of assorted papers. Satisfied she's stashed her possessions where they should be she makes her way to the fireplace and summons her favourite incubus and stretches out on the bench, having the bound tanar'ri standing over her, feeding chocolate-coated cherries as she basks in comfort.
*Nimiane
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Posted by *Nimiane »


The footsteps of the female sellsword echoed throughout the hall as she stepped into the hall and took for herself a short moment to gaze over it's interior in private reflection for the first time since it had opened it's doors to the hustle and bustle of it's excitable members. With the quiet, dulled click of leather and chain in two and fro brush, she moved wordlessly across the newly laid floorboards, the scarred digits of her left hand found placement upon the stone pillar as though it were an old friend. Next came the table, the bronzed pads of her hand brushing lightly along it's wooden edge to trail off at the corner. Home? It had been so long since she had such a place, let alone dared to name it such.

It had been a few cycles since Factor Aidan of the Fated had passed by with the official documents in need of signing. Two names found placement upon the deed that eve, side by side. It was a strange thing for Odette to own property, at least to she - especially living with naught but canvas over her head for the most recent months, more at home with the dirt and trees. The huntress had few possessions... yet there she had stood alongside towering warrior, pockets emptied and parchment in hand with every piece of such slaved for, earned and accepted because she had willed it to be.

"Home..." she murmured in present day, tasting the word upon her bronzed lips with the faintest frown knitting her golden brows. Emerald-hues weaved their way slowly over the hall's steadfast walls, danced over it's torches and trophies drinking in the sight as though it were a fresh breath, regardless of how small it was or for however long it lasted. A nod followed, a sharp gesture of satisfaction in response to whatever thoughts it were that passed though her mind as she moved for the stairs and the room above.
*Nimiane
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Posted by *Nimiane »


Early in the cycle, a loud hammering sounds for several moments at behest of scarred digits that belonged to the blonde huntress. Rolling her shoulders and stepping back to wipe her brow with the back of a bronzed hand, Odette took a moment to glance over her handiwork with a scrutinizing gaze - a piece of painstakingly calligraphed parchment nailed to the front door of the Taigh. There was a moment that was spent merely staring at the notice, emerald hues boring into it's fibers for the umpteenth time, until the curve of her lips curled upward at tapered corners. With a nod, the woman turned on heel and set out to fix the flyer at several other points throughout the city.

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[[ Event is to be held on Saturday the 6th of February at 18:00 GMT+0 at the guidhall
Taigh de Cáth (located next to the Tattoo Parlor in the Hive Ward).
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*Nimiane
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Posted by *Nimiane »


Into the mead hall, great quantities of boxed deliveries are carried through the Taigh's wooden doors into the building's torch-lit interior. Several sensates come and go throughout the cycle in addition to the Lodge's own members, transporting goods. Most noticeably were the grand barrels of assumed beverage that such halls were named for, in additional to the crates of fresh vegetables in large enough variety to compare to the feasts of Ysgard.

Surprisingly, among these deliveries, was a runtish boar. Not like those freshly killed that had been dragged in by the warriors two, but one greased, caged and transported with a squeal. Whatever the eve was to entail, it seemed as though it was going to be one to remember.
*Nimiane
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Posted by *Nimiane »


[[ OOC: The Reforged Blades now have their own private forum at http://reforgedblades.enjin.com/. This forum was created for private interactions between it's members, both IC and OOC, for updates and interactions away from the eyes of the general public. Please note, that unless registered and approved to the site you will not be able to view the event calender, forums or particular widgets available. ]]
*Necrodelicious
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Posted by *Necrodelicious »


*After spending some time in the Bazaar, a tale of recent events is recounted to Kara over a mug of coffee. Feeling it pertinent, she returns to her desk and swiftly writes up a report, leaving a copy for both Odette and Kelth*

((Report in relevant thread in the private Reforged Blades Forum))
*Nimiane
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Posted by *Nimiane »


Skewered by embedded knife and fork at opposite ends, a large and weathered map was stretched across the width of the table's wooden surface. With a soft hum upon bronzed lips, scarred digits traced the inked layout of an unfamiliar prime. Paused to tap upon particular location before crawling to another and repeating with a moment's consideration, the blonde's earthy voice lifted from silence without the shift of attention toward the towering mass across the room.

"Frem 'xperience, it's likely we're lookin' fer locations less than desirable, we're talkin' ruins, swamps, anywhere yer average cutter ain't going t'want t'be. People tend to let their imagination run away with them in such places, provides a better cover and keeps out th'unwanted."

Warrior and Huntress had been suspiciously absent as of recent month - a glimpse of a familiar face amidst the crowd, the coming and going from the wooden doors of the Taigh at nondescript hours, whilst occasionally raising drinking horns in some of the lesser known taverns of the Hive. However, the private loft of the longhouse had began to see more and more use as the days passed; a candle burning through all hours as Morrigan's duo seemingly made preparations for absence.

For a third time, Odette's finger tapped upon the map's parchment before drawing away; much like her gaze that weaved over wood's grain toward dual crystals that pulsed a dark violet hue in their close proximity. "It's a start, at least." she added softly, scarred digits lifting to pull over the crease of crimson scar that snaked over freckled cheek en route to jaw. "I'll let th'others know."

[Odette and Kelth are currently on a mutual hiatus due to IRL obligations. Apologies for any inconveniences!]
*Mausman
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Posted by *Mausman »


* Word has it that the towering warrior was seen with a face of dismay in the Hive.

Chant is he learned a thing or three about some of his potential Blades and what exactly they were up to.

The Dark is, he could be heard yelling inside the Taigh that each and every single one of the individuals would either start talking or start handing in keys to the Taigh and see their priviliges revoked swiftly*
*Mausman
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Posted by *Mausman »


* A notice is left in the Hall *


"Kindly all in our ranks reading this, write your name on this parchment so we can organise a meeting soon to discuss future steps"

- Kelth, Odette and Kara
*CaCO3
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Posted by *CaCO3 »


*At the top of the roll call list, Lance Marshby's signature would be found not long after the notice was posted. Following the man's signature would be his familiar armorer's marking of a downward pointing sword with wings spreading out from behind.*
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