We Are Our Avatars IV (Uh, closed for real now)
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OOC: @Kirke I don't even know why I asked. I can't participate this late on anyway. Lechthennian and the things I'm doing are seriously just for fun, I don't care about what anyone else is doing, it isn't interesting me. Was thinking of starting my own thread simply because I want to do plot but then the majority of people would get on late for me so that idea went out the window.
Lechthennian clutched at his arm as he sat down. The Great Harlequin looked down at him. "Foolish is the one to chide bravery,
and fall flat to children of slavery."
Lechthennian waved his hand. "Tis but a trick." He grinned. "I've yet to meet the Daemon that can catch old Lechthennian." He stood up and faced the Great Harlequin whose mask was blank one side and featured a massive charaquetured grin on the other with an alert eye as well and chin and nose were pointed like a cresent moon, nearly meeting in the middle.
"Your wise words are a welcome sound and I thank you but I must decline even if you will not ask. This act of 'kindness' is well recieved and I thank you Great Harelquin." He bowed and the Great Harlequin stood there and spoke.
"I have been dared, Lecthennian. To go to a place I fear and mock our Great Enemy, you know what this means...you know who dances in this stage."
Lecthennian stroked his chin for a moment.
and fall flat to children of slavery."
Lechthennian waved his hand. "Tis but a trick." He grinned. "I've yet to meet the Daemon that can catch old Lechthennian." He stood up and faced the Great Harlequin whose mask was blank one side and featured a massive charaquetured grin on the other with an alert eye as well and chin and nose were pointed like a cresent moon, nearly meeting in the middle.
"Your wise words are a welcome sound and I thank you but I must decline even if you will not ask. This act of 'kindness' is well recieved and I thank you Great Harelquin." He bowed and the Great Harlequin stood there and spoke.
"I have been dared, Lecthennian. To go to a place I fear and mock our Great Enemy, you know what this means...you know who dances in this stage."
Lecthennian stroked his chin for a moment.
@All: I'm here as well.
Phoenix slowly wakes up as does Katrina as she cancels the darkness orb.
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Sepulchure has been watching everybody since he doesn't need sleep and continues his ever watchful gaze.
Phoenix slowly wakes up as does Katrina as she cancels the darkness orb.
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Sepulchure has been watching everybody since he doesn't need sleep and continues his ever watchful gaze.
The Great Harlequin motions and his troupe departs in a flurry of colour, as if a rainbow exploded. He remains. "Now Lechthennian is not the time,
for players to be seen prior the signs,
like it or not you'll dance again,
to perform with my troupe,
The Dance without End."
With that he departed also leaving lechthennian alone.
for players to be seen prior the signs,
like it or not you'll dance again,
to perform with my troupe,
The Dance without End."
With that he departed also leaving lechthennian alone.
Phoenix wanders around the ship until she finds Lechthennian. She looks at him with a blank stare unsure of what is going on.
Lechthennian could hear the clumsy footfalls of a human, after that the smell reached him long before his hawk like vision could percieve him. He produced a flute and began play to distract himself while looking straight ahead from his sitting position.
Would he dance again? Maybe. He would greatly like to see what made the Great Harlequin scared and visit such a place, likely a Crone World. Perhaps he would offer the humans a chance to come along, a marvelous experience but a dangerous one, the reward would be seeing the Dance without End played in full. Lechthennian grinned as his tune became more playful and upbeat. He could count the amount of humans to see such a thing on one hand. More humans had been to the Black library than seen the Dance Without End with all parts played. The great Harlequin would play Cegorach, the Troupe members would play various gods and Eldar whilst the Death Jester would play Death, the Shadowseer would spin the mists to enrapture the audience and then the Great Enemy would enter the stage.
He paid little heed to any around him, lost in his music and musings for now. If the humans came for music he would continue playing.
Would he dance again? Maybe. He would greatly like to see what made the Great Harlequin scared and visit such a place, likely a Crone World. Perhaps he would offer the humans a chance to come along, a marvelous experience but a dangerous one, the reward would be seeing the Dance without End played in full. Lechthennian grinned as his tune became more playful and upbeat. He could count the amount of humans to see such a thing on one hand. More humans had been to the Black library than seen the Dance Without End with all parts played. The great Harlequin would play Cegorach, the Troupe members would play various gods and Eldar whilst the Death Jester would play Death, the Shadowseer would spin the mists to enrapture the audience and then the Great Enemy would enter the stage.
He paid little heed to any around him, lost in his music and musings for now. If the humans came for music he would continue playing.
Phoenix listened to the music that Lechthennian was playing. Seeing that... whatever he was focused to his playing, she sat down and listened some more.
A figure came forth, clad in shining chainmail, silver helmet and carrying a silver shield on his right arm and a spear in his free hand. Around his belt was a belt with large silver knuckles, and a sword hanging from it. His hair was red, and his beard too. He had an amused look on his face, and kind eyes.[color=ff3300]
"Lonesome I walk, through empty lands,
following the call,
from piercing flute, through empty lands,
hail fellow skald!"[/color]
OoC: Now I admit, I can't really assemble poems. So yeah, gonna be a challenge.
"Lonesome I walk, through empty lands,
following the call,
from piercing flute, through empty lands,
hail fellow skald!"[/color]
OoC: Now I admit, I can't really assemble poems. So yeah, gonna be a challenge.
Katrina yawned hearing the figure in chainmail. With her DragonLord Armor on she walked towards him.
Lechthennian slowly stopped playing, amused by the humans lyrics, albeit he could do no better in the tongue of the Mon-Keigh his true talent was in spinning the Eldar tongue to his will.
"First have I seen, no longer appalled,
by this places wit and the mind abhorred,
a question remains, one I can afford,
tell me my friend,
what is a Skald?"
"First have I seen, no longer appalled,
by this places wit and the mind abhorred,
a question remains, one I can afford,
tell me my friend,
what is a Skald?"
Phoenix tilts her head at Lechthennian. She never heard of "Skald" so she remained silent.
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Katrina continued to try and find the voice.
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Katrina continued to try and find the voice.
The man smiled a bit, and looked up in the air, thinking.
[color=ff3300]
"A skald is one,
who with wit and skill,
can use his tounge,
to create poems that thrill."
[/color]
He glanced at Katrina, and with a suprised look exclaimed:
[color=ff3300]"What is this for land, where women go clad as warriors?"[/color]
[color=ff3300]
"A skald is one,
who with wit and skill,
can use his tounge,
to create poems that thrill."
[/color]
He glanced at Katrina, and with a suprised look exclaimed:
[color=ff3300]"What is this for land, where women go clad as warriors?"[/color]
"I am from a world called Lore... And women warriors are just as well-known as male warriors from where I'm from." Katrina replied, not really insulted by the man's implication about 'female warriors'.
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Phoenix heard the man as well and understood what Skald was. She smiled alittle, and looked at the skies to see the clouds go by.
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Phoenix heard the man as well and understood what Skald was. She smiled alittle, and looked at the skies to see the clouds go by.
"Ah, a human poet." He said.
"How quaint. I am no poet however, that Path looks too far inside for my liking, words and thoughts should not be constrained by anything." He pocketed his flute.
"My rhymes are simple jibes and such that I've picked up over a long time. For my amusement and other confused."
He raised an eyebrow at his remarks of armoured women.
"Even humans as primitive as they are understand all can bear arms. All Eldar can walk the Path of the Warrior. A male can be a Howling Banshee and a female a Fire Dragon, it matters not the gender."
"How quaint. I am no poet however, that Path looks too far inside for my liking, words and thoughts should not be constrained by anything." He pocketed his flute.
"My rhymes are simple jibes and such that I've picked up over a long time. For my amusement and other confused."
He raised an eyebrow at his remarks of armoured women.
"Even humans as primitive as they are understand all can bear arms. All Eldar can walk the Path of the Warrior. A male can be a Howling Banshee and a female a Fire Dragon, it matters not the gender."