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| Topic Started: Jun 30 2009, 12:55 PM (110 Views) | |
| Morte | Jun 30 2009, 12:55 PM Post #1 |
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"Thank you." Morte said after Deirdre compliment his home. He brought her to his study and started a warming fire in the fireplace. "It's always nice to have a place to call home, even if you travel a lot. Found it years ago, it was a real mess then. The old codger that owned it passed away, had no family and it really went to shambles. He was a wizard too, but one of those bad kinds that bring daring adventurers and angry mobs." He sat down on the love seat and leaned back, putting his hands behind his head. "I put the place back together and cleaned out all the old rusty cages and the like, got some new furniture, really got the place looking nice. After I earned enough money I bought the land rights to the area. Thanks to this tower, I've got a booming business, and thanks to this business, I've tamed a dragon." He laughed, "Yah, there's a good story to that..." |
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| Deirdre Eimh | Jun 30 2009, 01:05 PM Post #2 |
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It was a nice home, though she wasn't sure she would have chosen to live in a tower in the woods. It seemed kind of suspect. But who was she to judge how another person lived? Besides, she was only staying here one night and leaving very early in the morning; probably before Morte even woke up. She didn't like to hang around, she didn't eat breakfast, and she hated goodbyes. Not that she really owed anyone anything. "Interesting story. I guess you see a lot of things, living in an ex-wizards home. Find any of his old writings or anything?" Deirdre didn't have a gifted bone in her body, so it was natural that she was curious about magic. She would never be able to do any, which she had once considered a loss, and now considered a blessing in disguise. Magic was a bother. A dragon? "I didn't even think they were real," she thought to herself, though she made an effort to hide her surprise. It didn't seem to her that he was capable of training one, though apparently she was wrong with that. "Well. Sounds like a rags-to-riches story." |
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| Morte | Jun 30 2009, 01:30 PM Post #3 |
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Morte looked over at the window seeing the sun fall below the treetops. Deirdre looked around his home and asked if the wizard left any old writings. "That's current wizards home, natural magic flows through my veins. There was some old journals and writings focusing on the darker side of magic, but since then i've filled my homes with the works and writing of great magicians and mages, they're all in here actually." Morte waves his arms behind him at the wall to wall bookshelf that curved around the room, stacked ceiling high with books. His mentioning of a dragon seemed to have struck Deirdre hard, she looked stunned for a moment and tried to hide it quickly, "Well. Sounds like a rags-to-riches story." Morte shook his head, "I wouldnt say riches, i grew up simple and happy, not rags, and i always had the magic flowing through my blood, it took me a while to harness that power, I traveled a bit, saw the sights. Everything fell together in my life quite happily..." Morte sighed, "But not everything come up Morte..." Morte paused, "It seems like only yesterday when... My wife was murdered." |
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| Deirdre Eimh | Jun 30 2009, 02:54 PM Post #4 |
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Deirdre shrugged and crossed her legs, just glad for the warmth of the fireplace. So he was a finger-waver. That had nothing to do with her. Magic didn't really interest her much anymore, though the curiosity was always there. Once people got talking about it, it got boring fast. It seemed everyone in Avalon could do magic and call themselves a "mage" and whatnot. She found herself more unique because it was out of her capabilities. "I see. Well you must read a lot then. And study. I have a couple books myself, that I carry around. Mostly they just have sword stances and stuff." His story was kind of the same as everyone elses. It seemed like everyone had a personal tragedy in their life, and his was his wife being murdered. Still, Deirdre felt sorry for him. "I apologize for your loss," she said softly, before folding her legs underneath her and leaning on one side of the couch. "Do you want to talk about what happened?" Seeing as his statement was kind of a "lead in" statement, she figured he would. |
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| Morte | Jul 1 2009, 04:10 AM Post #5 |
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Morte sighed and leaned back across the love seat so he was laying on his back looking up at Deirdre. He took a deep breath and began his saddening tale, "I was riding on Tiberius' neck one day after Kura, my wife, had stepped out for a walk. I would always protest against her walking alone in the woods, and... she was very heavy with child at the time." His voice stuttered a bit at times, "Tiberius started to freak out, and kept forcing itself down, i tried to fight him a bit because i had someplace to go, but i gave in, and he flew down. There was... A freshly dug grave, 'RIP For An Unknown Mother', it read. Tiberius clawed at the ground, desperate to see what was underground. I... Didn't think of it at the time, and kept trying to get him from disturbing the dead, I couldn't stop him, and he dug... Her up." Morte had to stop, taking a few deep breaths to calm his nerves, he nodded and continued, "In this shallow grave was my darling wife, pale and cold. I hugged her close, crying out... There was, bite marks on her neck. It was no animal, but it was a Monster whoever did it! It was a vampire bite..." |
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| Deirdre Eimh | Jul 1 2009, 12:43 PM Post #6 |
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She wasn't surprised when he obliged with his tale, and Deirdre had learned over the years how to be a very good listener. It seemed like everyone was walking around with a dead wife, family, lover, mother, father, sister, brother, etc., in their past. She would hardly rob him of his chance to share, though he could be disappointed by her lack of discretion in return. The tale was a sad one, and she shook her head and made sympathetic noises. A wife, that's bad, but with a newborn child? She didn't want to think about it; her sweet nature her made her vulnerable to bouts of tears. She empathized with him, but there were a couple things that didn't make sense. Who buried his wife? And if she'd been bitten by a vampire, wouldn't she be kind of alive? Or at least, undead? She didn't want to ask though. Instead, she whispered, "I'm sorry for your loss. That must have been very hard." |
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| Morte | Jul 1 2009, 01:15 PM Post #7 |
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Deirdre calmly whispered to him, "I'm sorry for your loss. That must have been very hard." Morte nodded slowly, "Yes it was Deirdre, love does not come often to people. Thankfully i'm rich in love and friends, and they were all there to support me. Thank you very much for listening to me Deirdre." Morte shut his eyes and stayed his tears, breathing calmly. He pushed himself up and looked at the fireplace, "It's times like this where i just look at the fire dancing about, it mellows me out when im stressed or saddened." He sighed and straightened himself out, "I take it you've not had something like this happen to you? Or maybe you have... What drives you to train so hard with your blade Deirdre... Has something happened to you in the past?" |
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| Deirdre Eimh | Jul 1 2009, 01:53 PM Post #8 |
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All this talk of love and whatnot was making her uncomfortable. She was twenty-four and a woman with a goal, that happened to do with a male dominated area. She was too busy to think about love, let alone getting married and settling down. At least he was calming down; she didn't know him that well, and didn't feel comfortable soothing him in the usual ways. At least he had friends now and that made her feel much better about the situation. She didn't like leaving people alone, at the mercy of their own misery. It was hard for her, which she thought was her angelic nature coming out, but sometimes just saw as a crippling affect of her upbringing. Hesitating, she shrugged. "It's just something I want to do. There isn't a lot in my past that can be remarked about, and a lot of it I don't know. My grandfather raised me from a very young age. He was good with swords, but he was a monk. So, after he died, I was free to go elsewhere. And I have." |
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| Morte | Jul 3 2009, 10:40 AM Post #9 |
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"It's just something I want to do. There isn't a lot in my past that can be remarked about, and a lot of it I don't know. My grandfather raised me from a very young age. He was good with swords, but he was a monk. So, after he died, I was free to go elsewhere. And I have." ... Morte noticed how she didnt mention her mother or father, just her grandfather. It may be something missing from the story, but Morte though it'd be better not to pry, at least, not now. "Well he's raised you well Deirdre, he brought up a fine young woman, and a good warrior," he smiled at her and took out a small metal flask, enjoying a swig from it. "Thank you for sharing with me Deirdre." |
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| Deirdre Eimh | Jul 3 2009, 11:13 AM Post #10 |
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Deirdre knew she didn't have to explain anything she didn't want to, but she was somewhat uncomfortable. Fact was, she knew very little about her mother, except that she was an angel, and that her father had been a priest. Other than that, she knew nothing. And she was happy with that. She wasn't one of those people who went searching for their past. She believed that her past would find her if it was important and life changing. "Sure, anytime," she said, shifting slightly and smiling. "And thank you. I do try hard. He would have cringed to see me a warrior; he never wanted it for me, even if it was what I wanted myself. He wanted me to be dedicated to a god, or something, and be a priestess. But he died, and it's my life." The words, while oddly childish sounding, had a tinge of rebellion to them. Obviously she was someone who did what she wanted, regardless of what other people thought of her. |
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| Morte | Jul 8 2009, 03:00 AM Post #11 |
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It was good to see Deirdre smile, such a warm happy smile, not the questioning stare and suspicious eyes that glared at him that Morte was used to. "And thank you. I do try hard. He would have cringed to see me a warrior; he never wanted it for me, even if it was what I wanted myself. He wanted me to be dedicated to a god, or something, and be a priestess. But he died, and it's my life." Morte nodded, sage words, with a tinge of rebellion to them. It was her life, and she choose to be the capable fighter she was today rather then a priestess, good news for him too, those priestesses where quite prudish... Morte looked out the window, seeing the sun just fall below the mountains and disappear, sending the world into darkness, it was rather late. "So what would you like to do now? I could fix you something to eat if you've not already eaten?" |
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| Deirdre Eimh | Jul 8 2009, 01:47 PM Post #12 |
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She wasn't sure she minded that he was watching and listening to her so intently. It'd been a while since she'd had an actual conversation with someone that didn't have anything to do with swordsmanship and whatnot. She tended to be a one-track customer, anyway. And her life wasn't so unusual that she felt strange sharing it with another person; it was just something she rarely found herself doing. Deirdre would rather listen than speak. So he agreed with her chosen profession. That was always a good sign. She'd heard her fair share of "women can't fight" and "you should go home" in her travels. Never enough to dissuade her, but there were times when she was discouraged by their words. It was hard to be the only one fighting against the world. "I am kind of hungry, now that you mention it. Would it be too much to ask? I'm not much of a cook," she admitted, realizing that for the first time, she was running on empty. Staying nourished was important. "I think I could help you a bit though, if you have things that need to be done around the house." |
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| Morte | Jul 9 2009, 07:44 AM Post #13 |
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Deirdre mentioned that she was hungry, asking if it was too much to ask for a meal. "Nonsense Deirdre, i invited you to my home, the perks of which include a home cooked meal and up to but not including a relaxing massage." Mort said smiling, entering the kitchen and washing his hands. He procured from his stores some still fresh fish, and after a little fire, slapped then on his pan frying them up. While Morte was watching the fish he glanced over at Deirdre, who asked if there was anything she could help with, "If its not a problem to you could you grab some plates and utensils? They're in the cabinet over there," Morte said motioning over to a cupboard behind him. |
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| Deirdre Eimh | Jul 9 2009, 11:20 AM Post #14 |
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She was glad he was being so kind, even if she didn't understand why - what was in it for him? She was just wasting his food and his money, though obviously he had little lack of the latter with his business and everything. Besides, she was a stranger in need, and weren't people always supposed to be going out of their way to help people like her? That was what it was like in the fairy tales and everything, and who was she to go against lore? "Thanks," she said, laughing slightly. Not that she wanted a massage. Warriors withstood pain, it was what made them stronger. OR at least, that was what it said in her books. If she was going to be as good as the boys, she was going to have to endure twice the pain. Considering childbirth was an "affliction" of her gender, she figured she would be able to do so. Nodding, she went to the cabinet and stood on tiptoe to open it, pulling out a two plates and sets of eating utensils. Knives, forks, the like. Finding a small table, she cleared off what she could to a third chair and then set the table neatly, whilst he was cooking. |
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| Morte | Jul 20 2009, 06:16 AM Post #15 |
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Morte looked over his shoulder at Deirdre standing up on the tips of her toes to reach the shelf with the plates, he was a little afriad that they'd fall and break, and that she'd get hurt, but thankfully she was able to set the table without incident. She cleared the books off of the table and put them on a chair. "Thank you." Morte said flipping the fish up onto a dish. He moved over to the table and places the meal on two dishes. He had a seat at the table and smiled across at Deirdre, waving his hand. "Enjoy." |
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