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[XBondXGirlXLynnieX]

We travel north without resting for a fair few hours, maybe six or seven at most. Our steeds' stomach's heaving with hefty inhalations and moody snorting. Winger's ears twiddle around keenly in the middle of a black forest with the sounds of wolves eerily calling through the sheets of silvery rain.

"Easy, Winger." I say, urging the mare onwards and she reluctantly quivers and steps a few more paces forward before stopping rigid and rearing. I only just manage to keep a hold on her and i look around the pitch black, squinting to try and see what has frightened her. She snorts and paws the ground, tail swishing uneasily. I gaze up at the pale light of the moon sitting like a ghostly galleon in the black sky. A few stars blink down at us. I hear clinking as Winger's chews on her bitt. I tug the reins to discourage this and hold out the palm of my hand. A small orange orb radiates through my skin and settles in my hand. Obviously from my basics in being taught the arts of some magic. I throw the orb into the air and it acts as a small flare, highlighting the sky and showing the peak of a mountain not too far ahead. The mountain pass is a tricky, but discreet route into Winterhaven. I turn to Ma'Veth.

"It looks like the mountain pass is going to be our track toward Winterhaven. Do you feel like braving it tonight or resting first?" I ask him distantly.

[Magus]

The passed few hours had been the exponentially more pleasant for the callous lichborne known as Ma'Veth for one reason in particular: the relative silence. The two of them had trotted northwards for a few hours without speaking to each other, both of them focused on just about anything else besides the mortal riding by their respective sides. As the dark embrace of Night began to caress the world, the wolves began to sing their eerie song, yet the duo rode on unaffected.

Before long, the two came to a craggy pass carved between two snow-capped mountains. The road looked rough, and with the black curtain of night draping overhead, it would be far more difficult to navigate clearly. Ma'veth, being a logash, had a certain eye for the darkness, but even he had his limits.

"Make camp," the Necromancer scowls, irritated by the setback. He didn't bother to explain the reasoning behind it. Instead, he simply dismounted without so much as a word and held up his staff into the air. With a flick of manifest will, a pinpoint surge of mana rushed through his meridians in his hand, up into the shaft of his wooden staff, and flared into a shining white light in the eyes of skull adorning the head of the staff. The skull buzzed with brilliant luminosity, the effects of one of the most basic of spells he learned as an apprentice, Light. Every novice magician begins with nearly the same basic spells. The Ordo Ebon Crux Maegor, the most well known of occult academies in the logashi stronghold, was no different.

The shining white light pierced through the darkness, revealing the details of the ground and nearby scenery to the Necromancer. Fallen brush and green flora erupted just off the beaten path. Trees were few and far between on the flatlands, but enough of the scattered greens could provide them with some semblance of a fire. Ma'Veth thrust the butt of his staff into the soft dirt ground, wiped his hands, and began to gather up enough to start a fire. After a few minutes, he piled up the collection and encased it with a circle of stones. With the flick of his wrist and the utterance of a Word of Power, a gout of crackling flame erupted from his palm and engulfed the brush, spawning a large, contained fire.

As the two worked, a dark figure stalked through the shadows, waiting to make his move.

OOC: Kira, you're still interested in joining, right?

[Kira]

ooc: Oh yes just waiting for the right moment Not had much net access aside from my phone but my contract stops on the 20th so hurray no more monthly bills but no more xet checking or easy msn access oh well on with the story.

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He let the two work building and tending to the fire. Watching, silently hidden within the darkness that surrounded him. After observing the two for a short while and finishing his assessments he decided to make his presence known. However from what he has seen so far the two hardly get along with each other let alone a stranger.

Move slowly yet with hidden grace he grew closer towards the fire his brown robes lightly brushing the grass making no sound as he moved with heavy feet yet he broke no twigs and made no trail in the soft earth. He stopped only three feet from the pair and bowed his head.

"Greetings Ma'veth of the Logash, Lich born and Lynnie Starr the human lone-borne. I take the pleasure of our meeting. Altough later than I had originally planned for but still it serves its purpose. As do you both...."

He started trailing off in his own personal thoughts before he realised where he was. He raised his head and looked into the fire's blazing centre.

"You don't mind if I sit with you?" Before they had a chance to reply he was on the ground beside them yet he did not appear to move, only to appear sitting within the same amount of time it takes to blink.

"But where are my manner's? If this was a human city I would have been thrown out now due to lack my lack of 'politness and finess'.Eh Logash?"

Once again before Ma'Veth could answer he announced proudly. "I am the one known only as The Weaver. I have no name and my history is....complex, almost as complex and far reaching as the future. I take it you wish to know how I found you, approached without your knowing and why you should not kill me? Am I correct lone-borne?"


ooc:How's that?

[XBondXGirlXLynnieX]

Ooc: finally got a decent avatar to refer to for my character yay!

IC: My greeny amber eyes glance up from behind the flames curving and licking and making a border around my face, like some devilish halo slipped around my neck.
"It's not unusual for a woman, escorted or not, to demand why she is being stalked in a dark forest." I say half heartedly as i tuck into a roasted piece of meat, which could be human flesh for all I know as it came from the logash's bundle of provisions. Right now i don't care. I'm starved. Utterly starved, both of nutrition and of answers. "I'm not so sure the company of someone who compares their past to the future is good company. You understand that I will need a little more......detail on your part before i can even allow you to sit with us?"

[Magus]

Ma'Veth did not like the self-proclaimed Weaver of time. The man--or what had appeared to be so, though the necromancer sensed that something about his aura was a bit off--was arrogant, self-righteous, charismatic, narcissistic, and far too similar to Ma'Veth for comfort. The two personalities resonated discordantly as Ma'Veth seized the man up, growing more and more irritated as the scene played out. The "Weaver" was a man of power, such as himself, and the arrogance that came with it gouged at Ma'Veth's soul. It took a great deal of will power to restrain himself from lashing out a bolt of scintillating necrotic energy at the man sitting beside him.

Luckily for the both of them, Lynn spoke up first. She threw up her defenses, a proverbial spiked-shield that bashed against the Weaver's introduction as she tore into a hunk of meat that was tucked away in the lichborne's bag. Normally, he would have withered her hand to dust with a whip of a dark spell for her insolence, but after her impressive retort, she deserved at least that. She was fiery, which, for some obscure reason, cut through his bleak defense mechanisms and actually appealed to him. For a human, she was also fairly attractive...

The necromancer cursed under his breath at the thought. Such emotions were pathetically human, and to even think them is to heap coals of shame on his head.

"You are correct, Weaver," Ma'Veth growled, scorn dripping from the word "Weaver" like tangible venom. "I should tear your soul from your flesh and make your corpse a mule for our possessions." With that, he held out a pallid, nearly skeletal hand that was immediately wreathed in black, cold flames. "Explain, lest ye find out first hand how time and space function in the Grave."

[XBondXGirlXLynnieX]

I look over at Ma'veth, somewhat surprised and with a frown of curiosity and ever so slight ridicule. By the looks of things it seems he is almost being protective of me. I'm not sure what it is....something about his attitude toward the so-called weaver. Most typically seen in human men when one or the other is after the female. One man, who feels he has the right to said woman will lash out with a very brave tongue toward he other, whether his intentions were questionable or not. It's now that i wonder if it's the same for Logash. They are famed for having no feeling whatsoever, but something just seems different about Ma'veth. I shake my head slowly and stand, pulling out a small blade and giving a patronising Tsk Tsk...

"Boys, boys..." I say, covering up my vulnerable curiosity with arrogance. "I'm sure there is enough of me to go around. But exchanging fancy words and threatening black magic..." I look to Ma'veth with a glare. "Will not get us very far."

I turn to the 'Weaver'.

"All right. Explain yourself" I say somewhat gentler, deliberately jutting my hip as my hand rests upon it and accentuating my curves to an extent. I pull up Ma'veth by the collar of his hood and lean into his ear, whispering. "If he doesn't sound truthful then we bind him and take him as prisoner, if he really is the weaver he will be able to break from magic bondage and hear every word im saying to you right now, in fact...."

I look to the Weaver, but personally i think he looks a little too calm and uninterested to have heard what I was saying and nod to Ma'veth to bind him.