T'was the Night before...

[Maddyn]

...or perhaps the brightening before that. Time was never something that was exactly taken into account for the Elf. It passed far too quickly, and yet so drearily slow that sometimes the prospect of suicide appealed just so there'd be an end. Which was the problem with Telath, Nightingale decided. For one it wouldn't be the end but rather a little discussion with Jalat and then judgement before Ioannes Himself. Nightingale wasn't a god fearing man, but neither did he exactly want to stand before one of them and have to deal with their judging his life like they had some right to it.

Spring in the Empire, but here in Frigid River the snows remained just as steadfastly stubborn in remaining to linger rather than being polite and melting. The sky was covered in thick dark clouds to blanket the sky within it's embrace, the suns long since descended and soon it'd be morning. It wasn't the only effect upon the city though as the pair moved through the streets... but some of those would be explained for the compulsively curious later. Or perhaps not, everyone needed a suprise every now and again.

Nightingale the Nimalni, thin, lithe and generally regretting the plan concocted by his daughter and her friend. The pair really were troublesome... but there was some good sides. As much as his daughter was besotted with Willow, at least nothing improper could ever come from an Elf and Faerie relationship. He was garbed in greys, the usual grab clothing of wool but now be wore a mask of grey painted steel and upon his back was a large sack slung over and a grappel and hook. Knives darkened with soot were about his waist. Oh, and he was on the rooftops muttering as yet again he ran into a problem.

Yet another house still had a fire below in the chimey. Why couldn't people be a little more considerate? Really, Phedos above!

Dallandra and Willow on the other hand were dealing with those little things such as say, making sure Nightingale didn't get busted. A little Elfin girl sat in the City Square making a snow angel. Pale, dark brown hair and lively eyes, her clothing was little better than a purple smock that revealed scabby knee's and no shoes. Her companion, making what he stubbornly insisted was a better snow angel because he had wings whereas Dalla didn't was Willow. Tanned skin, pretty much naked except for a hipwrap with bright purple eyes and messy wavy dark brown hair. And a grin of a Cheshire Cat.

There was so few Mages in the city, and unless certain people were being gimps all were asleep and unaware of the effects Dallandra wrought. Nothing terrible, just a continuation of each persons dreams so they wouldn't wake up if a certain Nimalni Elf happened to bump over a table or knock a vase to the ground when he stumbled about in the dark.

There'd been no balls, no banquets or tourneys as Primeheims normally marked. The tension had been too high in waiting for Mystique. The sneaky buggers couldn't even attack so things could get back to normal. That's what happened when Mages got in control...

...the irony of public opinion lost upon the knowledge Pirvan and Ameila, two fo Frigid River's leaders were both Mages of quite some skill.

No, but this was going to be a darkening to remember. And without the problem of last Era's Elf kidnappings.

OOC:
Cont. in next post

[Maddyn]

The task took candlemarks, and by the end of it a certain Nimalni Elf was going to be in a rather bad mood after all the various little mishaps. Several dog bites, having startled a sleeping Alicat through to misjudging a fireplace that was filled with hot embers as he'd climbed down. But the task had been done, Willow and Dallandra's little jest had been completed and so did every citizen find something often rather inexpensive but granted to every person of Frigid River. Dallandra's spell lifted from the city, normal sleeping patterns resumed... and a voice muttered alone to himself in the cold of the night...

"Bugger this, next Era people can do their bloody shopping themsleves..."

OOC:

Andrea: Articles of the Imperium.
Pirvan: Canary Yellow Suit.
Riconus: Vlinerie Plant.
Andavariel: Poetry pieces done on framed parchment with illustrations.
Klue: Bottle of Whiskey, Rye bread loaves, various cheeses and sliced fruit.
Vlad: Handcuffs (no keys), Bottle of Rum.
Skay: Pheonix feather. (Fake, is a long golden feather that burns without setting anything aflame)
Rubrecht: Elven Windstepper foal.
Dalgar: Lavender scented soaps.
Elonia: The Art of Elementalism, Tome.
Sais: Two Elven Steel Kris Daggers.
Callig: Bottle of purfume that smells of pine scent. Acts as Faerie Repellant.
Spyre: Crystalium (appears as a sapphire, density is that of granite) pendant shaped as a sword pointing downwards on a 8c gold chain.

If I've missed anyone in FR who're active in FR around December then let me know and I'll figure something for you