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Post by Konstantine Arthlaer Arosigil on Aug 10, 2010 4:36:34 GMT 2
 Konstantine nodded. "Yes, that quite makes sense," she agreed. "Though you don't seem particularly eager to leave anyway." The woman offered a good natured smile. "That's okay though. I'm not particularly fond of leaving Dantalon, even though its full of thieves, thugs and whatever other scum dwells there." Konstantine had never been fond of traveling at all, and only got excited for trips when there was some sort of knowledge in it for her. "If you ever go to Dantalon, look me up. In fact, seek me out first. You'll be much safer in that city with me around."
"I would bet some are even older," Konstantine agreed. "That is quite a long time to live. Though eventually, I read that elder elves go into a perminate sleep. Not death, just sleep. To leave room for new life. Do you know if thats true?" That was one fact Konstantine was unsure of. She'd only just read it recently. The woman spent most of her time reading but always learned new things.
"That is what I like most about my life," Konstantine admitted. It was true that no one dared mess with her knowing who she was. No matter who or where you were she was bound to find you. Then you were in trouble. "Do I seem like the type who doesn't pose much of a danger? Most places I go, people fear me. I am one of the most dangerous thieves around. Especially since I practiaclly grew up with the 'King of Thieves'." Konstantine smirked slightly. She'd always found her friends title somewhat amusing, no matter how loyal she was to him. "People seek me out from everywhere. Rarely does someone try to swindle me out of anything, and when they do try, they regret it."
"Lovely creature," Konstantine mused. "Yes, a companion such as that can be quite useful." The woman nodded as she said it, a clever and crooked smile creeping onto her face. "I have one of my own actually. It is the only thing I've managed the type of magic you specialize in with.
"Going?" Konstantine repeated, having drifted off into her own world for a moment. "Oh, yes. My destination. I have a friend who lives near by the castle. He has a bit of a treat for me." The woman's eyes sparkled in almost childish excitement. She couldn't wait to feel the ancient paper beneath her fingers. To have that book in her possession.
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Post by Rhiannon Na Farraige on Aug 24, 2010 19:45:09 GMT 2
Rhian blushed somewhat self-consciously. She knew she was something of a hermit- she didn’t deny it, certainly- but she didn’t like to admit it either. It wasn’t normal for an elf to be so shy. Elves were supposed to be noble, proud people. They had magic. They could protect themselves without blinking an eye- they didn’t need to be nervous. Rhian, though she didn’t have traditional elven magic, could drive a man insane or simply control him from the inside. She knew that it was silly to be so frightened of humans, but they’d killed her father. She felt justified. So maybe she used her family as an excuse to stay in the city, but it wasn’t a bad thing. She’d leave one day. Just..not yet.
She nodded, smiling. “I’ll be sure to do that,” she said. ”I appreciate it.” Though she’d never been to Dantalon, she knew people who had and had heard from them that the city could be pretty rough. Not many people, even hardened lifelong criminals, would mess with a fully-grown elf decked out with a sword and staff, but a little extra protection never hurt anyone. And, to be honest, Rhian liked Konstantine and thought she’d probably be good company in her home city. It could be a good thing.
“I have a great-great-grandmother who’s taken the long sleep,” she said. ”She was six thousand years old when she decided she was tired of living. We have a great stone house built for those who want only to sleep. Rooms are free and no one is disturbed unless the city is being evacuated. I think that’s happened twice in living history.” She nodded, more to herself than Konstantine, as she tried to remember her city’s history. ”The oldest awake elf I know is just over three thousand,” she added, ”though I’m sure there are older around here somewhere.”
Rhian was somehow not surprised that Konstantine was probably the most dangerous woman she’d ever met, including elven battlemages. Though small, the woman had an air of hard-won confidence about her- the air of someone who has no need to worry about anything because they can handle anything. There was more than one type of strength in the world, and Konstantine had the sort that was developed through a hardscrabble life on the streets, one that could never be matched by a hundred of Stalaga’s finest scholar-taught elves. ”It must be…nice, to have so much security in life. To be so sure.” Rhian’s voice was a bit wistful, but she wasn’t bitter.
She lifted a hand and rubbed Graymalkin’s ears, eliciting a raspy purr from the dark cat. ”He’s not that kind of cat, for me,” she said in response to Konstantine’s comment about magic. ”My powers work whether I want them to or not-“ <And that’s the truth,> came Malkin’s snarky reply in her head. She flicked his ear and he grumbled. ”So he’s more for company than anything else. He talks enough for both of us.” Her fingers stilled in the cat’s fur, and he nudged her irritably. <That flea bite’s been itching for days,> he complained. She laughed and went back to scratching. ”Though it’s interesting that you can work our magic. I didn’t know half-elves could, not that I know much about half-elves.”
Rhian grinned at the excitement in Konstantine’s face. She wondered what could make the woman so excited. A treat for a knowledge keeper would be…well, knowledge, wouldn’t it? The elves had no end of knowledge, with all their collective years of experience. What would it be, though? A book, or a legend, or a spell? Something verbal, or written? ”Well then, shall we find your friend?”
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Post by Konstantine Arthlaer Arosigil on Aug 31, 2010 17:04:56 GMT 2
Konstantine held back a snicker as Rhian blushed. The elf seemed easily put off, but Konstantine supposed it might have just been her. Then again, It could have been the wall of perfection elves often built up around themselves, even though they couldn't live up to the title. Konstantine was familiar with that herself as humans often did the same.
"You are quite welcome," Konstantine said with a sly smile. "After all, even the elves have something to fear in Dantalon. Nasty place really." Konstantine shrugged. It was true really. Dantalon was a sneaky place full of people you ought to not trust.
"So it is indeed true," Konstantine said with a grin spreading over her face. "I'll have to make note of that as soon as I get home." Eagerness lit Konstantine's eyes. "I should like to see the ceremony for those who take the eternal sleep some day. How interesting..."
Konstantine quirked an eyebrow at the elven girl. "Security?" she mused. "Hardly. No one individual would try to do anything to me. Many groups would even avoid it. But if I was ever attacked by a group of people I would be unable to defend myself. Thus I would be the perfect prisoner for the enemy who took the risk.
"That's because you were born with it," Konstantine pointed out. "One day you will learn to control your powers and they will only work when you want them to. I however, had to learn the ability from scratch." Konstantine paused to cough slightly. "I can control it because I practiced control as I learned the ability. You have to learn control for what is your second nature."
"Magic is not only an elven trait," Konstantine pointed out. "I have no idea whether it cane from the elven or human part of me. My magic is very week though and mainly only works defensively or on simple spells. Konstantine shrugged.
Konstantine wondered what kind of book it was dreamily. It was elven of course, but it was so old it no longer existed even here in elven culture. The thought made the woman giddy as a youn woman in love. "That is what we are doing, is it not?" Konstantine mused. "His house is still a few blocks away."
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