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Mala
Apr 3, 2011 14:05:09 GMT -5
Post by Mala on Apr 3, 2011 14:05:09 GMT -5
Aww, thank you, Kriss! I'm totally happy you like it!!!! Hum, and right indeed - you got a good point there. And after all the fandom works like this as well: we got the same characters but make up different stories for them. So well, yeah, I might change it back to Sakim then. ^^ Oh, and as for the city she grew up in: I don't know if it really was a point where goods were traded, but it does have a port (makes it very likely that they were) and it does exist: Simply look south of Rome.
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Mala
Apr 3, 2011 11:51:26 GMT -5
Post by Mala on Apr 3, 2011 11:51:26 GMT -5
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Post by Mala on Mar 30, 2011 11:04:09 GMT -5
A life of its own? Mala frowned deeply at the redhead's words. Although her own spirit was still floating around the one they obviously called Caipra, she still heard everything that was being spoken, no matter how low the young mortal's voice was. Magic was no dead thing indeed, Mala thought for a second, it was something vibrant, something that was part of this world and the elements. But alive? Magic could not be alive. So what was it then, this Maeve talked about? What had she encountered there in this other world that normally was so well seperated from the spheres men lived in? Had she had a voice to call out to her, Mala would have wished to ask, but instead her gaze just travelled to linger on the sorceress for a moment, her eyes transfixed on her as her thoughts circled around that unanswered question.
Too late did she notice that the other woman stepped back a little.
She felt Caipra's senses stir for a only a glimpse of time; felt that the elder woman received her essence and realizing that, Mala held her breath. The sorceress only needed to allow the sensation to linger, she only needed to open up her mind to her... But as Caipra spoke on the ghost realized that the mortal wouldn't do that, and that she was still being unnoticed. And so Mala drew in a deep breath and turned to once more follow the conversation between the attendees; but this time she made sure she kept her distance.
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Post by Mala on Mar 29, 2011 14:46:58 GMT -5
Wha, that's awesome! And indeed, those three are waiting for you there.
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Post by Mala on Mar 29, 2011 14:46:18 GMT -5
They're cool.
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Post by Mala on Mar 29, 2011 13:00:00 GMT -5
Caipra: Aw, great post, dear. I like how Caipra realizes that it must've been her who broke the veil. Feel free to tell me what you think about my response with Mala. To be honest I have no idea just why I wrote it like this. In fact I had another mental picture of Mala's nature in mind, but this somehow created itself. O.o Guess she's more curious than I would have thought her to be. xD Anyhow. If you want, feel free to let Caipra be distracted for only a second. She might hear the rustle for example, or feel something odd for a moment. I wouldn't think her to notice Mala yet as I'm sure Caipra's mind is too focused on the situation at hand and on Maeve, but well, just saying... if you want, you can have her notice a little something. Oooh, and what came to my mind: would Caipra dare to try the spell once more only to try and free her husband? And moreover: you know, I just came to realize in what an inner struggle this most likely will bring her. For after all she is the one who broke the barrier; she created the shift - and she is the key to freeing DimDim. But from the looks of it (for now that is) she will not be able to bring him back all too soon. That sounds like a heavy burden she will have to carry. Just my thoughts and ideas of course.
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Post by Mala on Mar 29, 2011 12:52:07 GMT -5
The wise sorceress' words seemed to linger in the air for a moment; echoing through time and space and hitting Mala hard with their meaning. A mortal had indeed broken the veil?
The ghost's eyes grew wide as they lay transfixed on the elderly woman - ignoring the sleeping men at the far side of the room. She had just noticed that her aura and the faint trace of magic within the ripple were so similar, but hearing that she might indeed be the one who caused such a mighty shift nevertheless astounded the being. Is she really that powerful?, Mala wondered, her own voice sounding strange in her ears as it was so coloured with deep wonder. It was a clear sound that left her lips but she knew that to the living souls it would be nothing but a whisper of wind ruffling the seas. And forgetting about the fact that with all the magic the stranger carried within, her own essence would be visible to her if only she noticed it, Mala moved closer; her curiosity drawing her towards the mighty spirit of the lady like a moth was drawn to the flame.
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Post by Mala on Mar 17, 2011 16:20:16 GMT -5
Finally made another post with Mala. I'm not quite content with it, but I felt it was time she "said" something again.
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Post by Mala on Mar 17, 2011 16:19:16 GMT -5
They were friends.
Mala listened intently to every word that was being spoken, and she watched with interest what took place and how the two sorceresses treated each other - both being oblivious of their silent observer. When the elder woman took Maeve in her arms, the ghost was able to perceive a deep bond that connected both their hearts, and their lives. It was a shared past, a shared knowledge. and a shared burden, that emitted from both their souls and for only a moment Mala wondered just what they might have encountered once, when suddenly the two of them spoke about a third person who seemed to be of so much importance. At the mentioning of Caipra's husband the redhead cringed, and the intense pain which seemed to run through her veins that very moment didn't go unnoticed by the spirit. Curiously Mala turned to the powerful sorceress whose features spoke of a motherly love for this Maeve, and she frowned in surprise when she heard that this woman's husband obviously was at the same place where her son's friend had been up till a few moments ago.
But how could it be that two earthly souls had lived in that place that was so far away from the laws of this world? How had they gotten there, and why? Had it been a punishment? Or a curse?
Faintly, Mala shook her head as she wanted to still the questioning voice in her head. It didn't matter for now just how they had gotten there. Far more important was how the redhead was able to get back. A most powerful source of magic would have been needed to break the seal between the two worlds - and an extraordinarily powerful had it been. Only seldomly before had the ghost felt such an echo as she had today, but as the old sorceress looked at the guard with questioning eyes, Mala had to realize that maybe the trace in the ripple and the one of her magic were the same... .
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Post by Mala on Mar 17, 2011 15:34:42 GMT -5
Indeed, but still I know just how cool it is to get official feedback on ff.net (let alone that some read feedbacks first before reading a story, thus good feedback is like advertisement ). ;D
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Post by Mala on Feb 13, 2011 14:36:46 GMT -5
Made just a short post as well. Simply didn't want to stop the flow of things.
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Post by Mala on Feb 13, 2011 14:35:06 GMT -5
It was there all of a sudden. Magic of such a powerful kind that Mala felt her senses focus on it in an instant. For a moment she did not know where it belonged to though, but when right after the elder lady entered the building, she understood. The ghost then moved to get a better view on the newcomer; but at the same time she felt herself shy away from her a little. The powers of this woman were pure and revealed that their owner had long used them for good - but they also meant that the sorceress held the might to receive the spirit if only she opened up her mind to it. To her relief Mala soon had to realize though that the latter seemed to be unlikely for the moment the stranger entered this building, her gaze was drawn to Maeve - her eyes showing recognition and above all a deep and utter suprise. And as she turned Mala saw that the redhead's features spoke of the same.
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Post by Mala on Feb 11, 2011 7:25:19 GMT -5
It was a curious glance that Mala sent towards the young dark-haired woman as the same offered to help in finding the Nomad crew and excused herself only few moments later. Whether the stranger would succeed in getting to know about her sons' whereabouts, the ghost was unsure of. Too long had she not been among the living as that she would know how well poeple knew each other and how business worked these days. For the sake of this Maeve though, she hoped that the merchant would do better than her, and find them.
Mala let her gaze linger on the delicate form of the brunette until she was out of sight, before she slowly stepped a little forward - closer to the Celt and the guardsman. Being somewhat curious about what would happen now - and still feeling the strange need of watching over the young redhead - she wanted to be within earshot again, but made sure not too disturb the two in their conversation. It was a remainder of her once beating heart that made her respect the personal space of those still breathing and she followed this habbit whenever she could - despite knowing that none of them would notice her no matter how close she was.
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Post by Mala on Feb 9, 2011 8:45:15 GMT -5
Please, everyone - mainly 2k and Thea&Khei - check on the timeline. I updated for all your posts but want you to have a look at it and tell me whether I sorted them in correctly. Updates for- Oh no, that guard, I have to hit him hard - I do not forget about anything... - Princess' shopping - time to restore some order - What the dawn can bring - In the Dark of the Night - Shadows in the Moonlight - By the light of the day That should've been all. Please tell me whether I forgot about anything.
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Post by Mala on Feb 9, 2011 8:41:00 GMT -5
@kriss: Sorry for asking, dear, but why does she not like them anymore? It's not like the things happened on purpose. In fact, Sinbad tried to make sure the poeple in the tavern wouldn't stare and take all too much notice of it. And it's not like we started a brawl either. In fact, if I remember right, the evening has been rather calm because soon enough nobody cared about the crew anymore. Maybe I'm forgetting about anything, but the evening before Kriss was rather friendly, and helpful - it would be odd if suddenly she was mad at the crew for things they could not have any influence on. Plus, in one of your last posts in the night you wrote (the "him" refers to Sinbad): You know, I could understand if she were somewhat suspicious now - after having had time to think a bit about what took place - but being mad at them? Doesn't make much sense to me. Feel free to correct me though if I forgot about anything (It's been an eternity since the crew last played after all).
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