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 A Dark Weight (Narvaeria)
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Posted: Jun 5 2007, 06:47 AM


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The sickening weight of the humid air bogged heavily upon the sinewy shoulders of the man who sat perched upon the speckled white bolder at the edge of a massive swamp. He seemed oblivious to the maddening buzzing of goliath size mosquitoes and the strange noises of the bog. Head bowed, the dark eyed Albae sat as still as the granite he was perched upon. Knees drawn loosely towards his chest, his elbows rested on his knees, his hands dangling between his calves.

The dark depression that was threatening to smother him yet again had made him seek out such a retched spot. When his dark mood hit him, he always came here. His physical suffering almost made the ache in his heart and soul bearable...almost.

ooc: Hey Dun, I created you a very interesting character. I hope you like him, should be rather fascinating, matching him with your elf!


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Narvaeria
Posted: Jun 7 2007, 07:27 PM


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Despite the humidity, Narvaeria covered herself well with her black cloak. The various insects and bugs swirling around her made her feel trapped. She never did like such pests, and dreaded the thought of them crawling over her skin. She was concealed head to toe aside from a bit of her enigmatic face and the black boots that left the cover of the cloak to carry her forward. Her thick hair was tied back so none of it was visible aside from the few rebellious strands that hung in her face. All that could be seen clearly was her strangely dark lips, and her pale jawline and the tip of her nose. Her harsh black eyes were mostly hidden.

If she could have avoided coming here, Narvaeria most definitely would have. Of course, she had to please her potential aid in order to earn his loyalty. It was he who requested this meeting place, and it happened to be on her way back to Fynrir.

Narvaeria walked carefully about the soft ground. She tried to avoid any unstable patches and mud while keeping quiet. Being in a business where being undetected was often required, Narvaeria had become accustomed to stepping lightly.

Looking around cautiously, Narvaeria began to ponder what may have become of her contact. She always feared that one might give up the wrong information about her. Despite the rules she put in place for her own protection, there was always a chance that someone with a brain could be following her through her dealings. Even if she was working with one of her own kind. If an enemy knew about her next job, they wouldn't need any specifics from this man she was meeting. All they would need to know was the place and the time.

Then she saw him. A man sat absent-mindedly upon a boulder by the murky water. He was not the one she was supposed to meet, but he did not appear to be on the lookout for a spy. No, he was far too casual and out in the open. Of course, that could always be an alternate strategy.

Reaching for a knife that nestled in a holster about her right thigh, Narvaeria slowly made her way behind him. Hopefully he had not seen her yet, and she could pass without him noticing. If not, she could at least get on more solid ground and position herself at a more strategic location.


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Drydan
Posted: Jun 7 2007, 10:09 PM


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The insistent buzzing persisted as patience-wearing insects settled upon his neck and face, seeking to drain his life’s blood. Lifting a hand, he swatted at them. The scavengers lifted off their prey with a furious buzzing but settled back to their nasty work as soon as the swiping hand dropped back into the man’s lap. Lifting his brooding gaze, Vadeem stared out over the swamp. How easy it would be to end it all.

He had taken so many lives, why was sniffing out his own so hard? This was the third time this month he’d come here. Which was bad, very bad. Typically, he could make it a few months without having to come to this miserable place, but this month had been bad. So many assignments, so many deaths. With a groan, he reached up and buried his face in his hands. He hated it. Hated them. Hated them for turning him into a murderer, a monster. Scrubbing his hands over his face, he looked up vacantly. Was this all he was meant to do in this life, kill?

A movement catching the corner of his eyes, he straightened his slouched spine and turned, he brooding dark eyes fastening on a woman creeping past him. Hands resting on his knees, he simply held her gaze, his black eyes staring relentlessly into hers’. What was she? What was she doing here? And was there no where on this cursed earth where he could grieve without someone breathing down his blasted neck?


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Narvaeria
Posted: Jun 10 2007, 01:32 PM


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He knew she was there. Narvaeria stopped and looked to her left. She could see him, but her face was hidden. Her hand tightened uncomfortably around her knife as she addressed the stranger. His gaze, as black and unrelenting as her own, made her stomach turn. It was a strange reaction for her to have, but it was also easy for her to ignore.

" Where does your allegiance lie sir, with your people or with their enemies?"

There was a chance that he would have no quarrel with her. She was still in Albaeir, and almost every alb was loyal to their cause. Any one that wasn't, unless they had some sort of death wish, wouldn't dare step foot on their land.


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Drydan
Posted: Jun 13 2007, 09:58 PM


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Vadeem’s sorrow laden gaze did not waver as the woman turned on him. A humorless smile spread across his split lips. She wanted to know who he served? His gaze as wretched as the mirthless grin that snaked across his dirty face, Vadeem laughed hollowly. Allegiance? At this point, he would be more than happy to claim opposition to the guild. Perhaps the woman would then do him a favor and drive her blade through his miserable heart.

For a few quiet moments after the woman’s strongly voiced question and Vadeem’s abrupt laugh, the only sounds that could be heard were those of the swamp and its inhabitants.

The deep depression that broiled inwardly within Vadeem wove their way into his tone, adding a chilling sense of death to his words. He would always side with the people…it was not them he hated, but the guild. In his mind, he had separated the people from the treacherous guild that ruled them, long ago.

Eyes never leaving those of the woman’s, Vadeem finally answered her, his voice desolate.

“With our people. May God forgive me because of it, I fight for our people.”



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Narvaeria
Posted: Jun 17 2007, 11:53 PM


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“With our people. May God forgive me because of it, I fight for our people.”

Narvaeria's posture relaxed. He wasn't lying, this she knew for sure. The way he spoke was entirely serious and truthful. Anyone loyal to their people, with no personal grudge against Vaera, would not harm her. She slowly returned her knife to its home, and carefully pulled back her hood to reveal her face.

"Have you seen another nearby? I am supposed to meet a man here, but I have seen no sign of him. He should already be here."

There was a minimal chance that this man had any motive to hurt her, and so Narvaeria saw no problem with asking him if he had seen her contact. It was essential that they meet. If he was not already here, she would have to wait for him to arrive. . . despite the intensely unpleasant conditions and unexpected company.


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Drydan
Posted: Jun 18 2007, 03:09 PM


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Vadeem’s eyes followed the woman’s fluid motions as she lifted her hands to gracefully remove the hood that shielded her face. Despite himself, he felt his breath hitch. Lord she was lovely.

Pressing his lips firmly together, he gave his head a decisive shake before slowly unfolding his body off the stone. Coming to his feet, he faced her.

“I’m sorry, but I haven’t seen anyone else. Perhaps he had second doubts about meeting in a place like this?”

And who wouldn’t? The swamp was a disgusting, filthy place.


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Narvaeria
Posted: Jun 19 2007, 11:10 PM


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" Believe it or not it was not my idea to meet here. Despite that fact, I find myself with no other choice than to wait in this dreadful place for his arrival."

Narvaeria bowed her head briefly in irritation and worry. She did not care for his safety, but for the success of her latest assignment. The people she worked for were not a group she was willing to disappoint. That, of course, was what they made their employees believe to keep their loyalty. Their business was not one that could endure traitors.

Raising her head to look at the man before her, Narvaeria added in a drained tone, " I fear something has unfortunate has happened to this man I am supposed to meet. I could wait a full day here for someone who will never show. Of course, that should not surprise me in times like these. . . might I inquire as to why you have come to such a dreadful place?"

She would be able to judge this man's intentions by his answer to this simple question. It all depended on the time it took for him to answer, whether the answer was clear and concise, his body language, and if he actually chose to answer the question. Narvaeria never asked a question without preparing herself for the detailed observations that she must make during the delivery of the answer.

She then pondered her next question. Naturally she would ask for his name. It was the polite thing to do. Narvaeria never expected a truthful answer from such a question. She often lied about her own name as a precaution. In this case the stranger's name did not matter much to her. She never planned on calling him or writing to him. As said, it was simply a polite gesture. Rather, it would be received by most as a polite gesture. Narvaeria was only polite in situations where it would be especially beneficial to please others. This was a fine example. If she was polite to this man, he would be far less likely to slit her throat at the first chance he got.


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Drydan
Posted: Jul 19 2007, 10:33 PM


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Tilting his head, the scruff from several day’s growth shadowing his face, Vadeem took his time in answering her. Smoothly climbing to his feet, much like the uncoiling of a large cat, he raised a hand and ran it through his hair. A dry smile tugged at his lips.

”Believe me, my lady, if you had said that you’d chosen this place I would have been surprised. Few choose to meet in such a place. It must be a very odd man, or one that does not want to be found, that you are meeting.”

The woman had effectively interrupted his dark thoughts and thick gloom. Feebly grasping the sense of light that she offered, he had rallied himself. As they talked, Vadeem felt himself shaking loose the bondage of his dark mood.

" I fear something has unfortunate has happened to this man I am supposed to meet. I could wait a full day here for someone who will never show. Of course, that should not surprise me in times like these. . . might I inquire as to why you have come to such a dreadful place?"

Listening to her speak, Vadeem nodded agreeably. Yes, the man had probably met an untimely fate. Such was life these days…or should he say, such was death?

“If I were you, I would not wait for this man’s arrival.”

The frown reappeared on his face at her question and a brief struggle ensued within him. He did not relish revealing his largest weakness to a total stranger. Shoulders unwittingly squaring, he met here eyes squarely.

”You may inquire, fair lady, but I am afraid that I am unable to answer you. It is…personal.”





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Narvaeria
Posted: Jul 26 2007, 12:52 AM


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“If I were you, I would not wait for this man’s arrival.”

Narvaeria wished she could just move on and forget the man she was to meet. Unfortunately it seemed he would be essential to her latest plot. That, and she was assured, by those she took orders from, that he could be trusted. Narvaeria was not naive enough to trust anyone, but if she was betrayed she could not be blamed by her superiors. It would not be unbelievably difficult for her to find another to aid her, but there was no guarentee that they would to the job effectively. Her womanly charms were never a sure way to keep a man in line. . . though they were very useful most of the time.

”You may inquire, fair lady, but I am afraid that I am unable to answer you. It is…personal.”


Well, he was smarter than she initially assumed. They were complete strangers. His refusal to answer, whether it was due to the specified reason or not, showed that he was not oblivious to the danger of sharing information with a complete stranger. Even in Albaeir, where most of the inhabitants were allies, it was best to always be wary of strangers.

He had changed his posture at the question. His expression changed to something rather unhappy. . . but his eyes looked to Narvaeria's without hesitation. He was not lying. The reason he had come was something that troubled him. He was either a terrible lier, or he didn't care if Narvaeria was aware of these little signs.

" That is to be expected. I too will not be quick to reveal the finer details of my coming here. I will tell you, however, that I will be waiting for this man to arrive until this day is done. At least until the sun sets. If there is any chance that he will arrive, I must be here to meet him. It's. . . rather important. "

Tell him just enough to keep him satisfied, but never enough to allow him to get in the way of your business. Narvaeria made that a personal rule.

" Forgive my lack of a proper introduction. I am Narvaeria. Will you at least tell me your name? Or is that also too personal to share?"

Her gaze softened a bit, and she pushed some of her thick hair away from her face. As previously mentioned, this was simply a polite gesture. It is hard to make someone think you intend to be polite when you are staring them down with cold eyes.


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Drydan
Posted: Jul 27 2007, 06:56 AM


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Vadeem’s gaze gentled in response to the softening of her gaze. A small, ruthful smile tugged quietly on his lips as he shook his head slightly.

“No, it is not too personal. My name is Vadeem.”

Standing, he walked towards her. When he came within a few paces, he clearly moved his hands away from his weapons. The gesture of peace was clear. Bending formally at the waist, he gave a gentlemanly bow. It was a strange sight, in the wild, disgusting setting that they were in, to see such a courtly and mannerly gesture. However, Vadeem rarely forsook his manners, and today was no exception.

“You have a beautiful name, Narvaeria. Although I don’t know you, I count it as a pleasure to have met you.”

Stepping back, he let his hands return to their more comfortable positions before speaking again. Knowing that if the woman left he would sink back into his self-destructive gloom, he spoke once more. It was important, for his own preservation, that he keep her company but a bit longer. Vadeem trusted himself very little at the moment…the images from his last mission kept threatening to overwhelm him…to tear his soul to pieces the moment his thoughts lingered upon them. Keeping his mind off his problems was of utmost importance, at least for a little while until he could come to grips with what had happened. He knew he would, he always did, but it was getting harder and harder instead of easier.

“I understand that you must wait for your companion, though, I will say again that he chooses a very poor place to make a lady linger for him. Would it ease your wait to have something to eat? My camp is just beyond those near trees.”


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Narvaeria
Posted: Aug 7 2007, 10:53 PM


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((I definitely made a decent reply to this the same day I replied at Meliora, but apparently it didn't send. X_X))

“You have a beautiful name, Narvaeria. Although I don’t know you, I count it as a pleasure to have met you.”

Narvaeria looked at him with a playful grin on her face. He too was trying to be polite. It was a wasted effort on a woman like her, but he could not have known that. Most women appreciated such things. Some were overly flattered by it. Narvaeria was simple, and preferred to be ignored most of the time or spoken to with a certain amount of respect. That was how she acted toward others as well. . . usually. She had her occasional moments of unpleasant behavior. Being on the job required more a persuasive attitude, but that was all an act.

“ I understand that you must wait for your companion, though, I will say again that he chooses a very poor place to make a lady linger for him. Would it ease your wait to have something to eat? My camp is just beyond those near trees.”

If he wanted to kill her, he'd have done it already. Humans were less predictable when it came to such a thing, but few albae would stand around talking to their prey. They certainly would not ask them to join them for a meal in their camp. . . unless they intended to use poison. However, Vadeem was strong enough to have a chance at killing her, and it would have been much faster for him. As he showed no signs of shoving a sword through her, Narvaeria accepted his proposal. She would probably be in this disasterously unpleasant place for a while. Food was far from a bad idea.

" What a generous offer," Narvaeria said with a voice so pleasant it seemed sarcastic coming from her. "I suppose it is not a poor idea as it seems I will be here for quite some time."

Narvaeria, analyzing the situation further, considered why Vadeem chose to make such a friendly gesture. She assumed he would soon be asking for more detailed information from her. Her enemies had sent people to her to do that very thing more than once. Foolish people they were. It was a wasted effort to try to get any useful information out of a woman who did that very thing as an occupation. Narvaeria always seemed to be able to identify her enemies, and she knew a harmful question from an innocent one. If Vadeem did have a subtle interrogation planned, he'd have a terribly difficult time.

There was another thing on Narvaeria's mind. Had Vadeem killed her contact before she arrived? It was strange to see another in these parts, hence this man had requested that her meet him here, but there were no visible signs of any sort of fight nearby. Narvaeria concentrated on surveying the land a bit when she was not looking at Vadeem. Of course, he was a very attractive man and she found him much more fun to look at.


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Posted: Aug 9 2007, 03:22 AM


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Striding away from the woman, Vadeem flowed over rock and stump, between tree and bush. The way he moved through the boggy forest was uncanny. At one moment, he appeared to be one place, but by the time your eye was able to settle on him, he would be another. By use of clothing, strategy, and motion, the muscled warrior had perfected the art of what he called “skipping.” Merely, the ability to appear like you are skipping from time and place. It made it incredibly difficult to follow him, but Vadeem did not trust the woman enough to simply stride through the bush like a thumping elephant with a target on the back of his head. It would be entirely too simple for her to place a blade between his shoulder blades if he did. He had no doubt that she was capable of such an act.
Reaching his humble abode, Vadeem crouched down and took out his flint before coaxing out a small, smokeless blaze. No sense in attracting attention. Noting her glances, he could not help but smirk, “You’re just not going to quit looking for the bastard, are you?” His eyes blazing with dark humor, he grinned, “I don’t know how much information you’re going to get out of him. He wasn’t very talkative when I tried. But go ahead and see what you can coax out of him, his head is in my pack.” Lifting his hand, he motioned towards his sack, which lay on the ground a few feet away.


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Narvaeria
Posted: Aug 12 2007, 05:12 PM


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Vadeem certainly didn't make it easy for Narvaeria to follow him. Of course, she did not take offense. It was moderately annoying, but understandable. She simply followed him carefully, still observing the surrounding foliage for any signs.

When they reached the camp, Narvaeria watched in silence as Vadeem made a small fire.

“You’re just not going to quit looking for the bastard, are you? I don’t know how much information you’re going to get out of him. He wasn’t very talkative when I tried. But go ahead and see what you can coax out of him, his head is in my pack.”

She looked at him puzzled for a moment, then another sly grin spread across her pale face. It didn't seem probable, but it was certainly possible. Was Vadeem serious? Narvaeria doubted it, but walked over to his pack and lifted it anyway.

Much to her relief and amusement, it was as she expected. The pack was far to light to have a head in it. Narvaeria peeked inside for humor's sake, then looked to Vadeem. Her sneaky smile never left her face.

" Either the head's run away, or you like to laugh your way into getting killed yourself. Luckily, I'm not in the mood to kill you."


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Posted: Aug 17 2007, 02:24 PM


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Nonchalantly standing to his feet, Vadeem moved over to a craggy tree and reached up into the branches. Grasping a concealed rope, he gave a pull and lowered the hanging carcass of a hare to the ground. Scooping it up by the ears, he returned to the fire. Grasping the dead creature firmly, he set about rapidly skinning and gutting the hare before stabbing it on a spit and setting it over the fire. Fresh meat tonight, thanks to a successful hunt earlier in the day.

Eyes on his slowly rotating meal, a sadistic smile tugged at the corners of Vadeem’s lips.

“Well, my dear, I will be ever so grateful that you have enough humor not to kill me over a jest.”

Inwardly chuckling, Vadeem shook his heads. Some woman. What was it with the Alb ladies? Sometimes he thought their people seriously needed to water down their temperamental blood a little. They were so easily insulted, so quick to anger over the lamest thing…and as if she could actually kill him on a whim. If she had tried, Narvaeria would have not found him an easy target. Few members of the guild were, and fewer yet who had been raised in it from infant hood. He had no doubt that she would be a deadly foe, but to kill him easily? No.

Raising his head, Vadeem nodded to the forest floor beside the fire with a jerk of his chin.

“Sit down, Narvaeria, you look weary.”


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