Eliza Winterlight
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: 38
Appearance: Eliza is a striking woman of taller than average height. She owns a plethora of extravagant outfits, many of which she was able to take with her to the Mists before the flood, as well as a more practical set of survivalist's vestments.
She has long, wavy black hair, and eyes the color of a lantern's glow.
Equipment: Elizabeth carries little with her, relying on her magic to solve most problems. She does, however, have many items hidden amongst her outfits, including daggers and poisons.
Skills and Abilities: Elizabeth is a fearsome sorcerer, though not many have witnessed her ability first-hand. Unlike her brother, she does not often flaunt her power, preferring to keep others in the dark about her capabilities. She is a skilled manipulator, negotiator, and a known socialite, having taken on many of the diplomatic responsibilities of the Winterlight Estate.
She is learned in many studies typical of Komali nobility, and is highly intelligent, despite her frivolous nature.
Allegiances: The Winterlight Estate
Registered: Oct 17, 2021 21:21:25 GMT -5
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Post by Eliza Winterlight on Feb 14, 2022 16:35:46 GMT -5
Eliza raised an eyebrow, amused and surprised at the ease with which such pleasantries sprang from Moira's lips. "The pleasure is mine. It seems you have quite the silver tongue for a - what was it that Ava said? A secretary. I've engaged with nobility with half the tact that you've displayed, even in just a few sentences." She returned the woman's plastic smile with one of her own. Eliza's was a mockery of warmth, rather than a mockery of cheer.
The plethora of maps that piqued Moira's interest contained a considerable array of subject matter. Many were maps from the Winterlight's homeworld, illustrating the vast swamp coasts of Lychcroft, along with mentions of other locales. To name a few; Valenport, Anvalia, Arcanas, and a land simply referred to The Dominion. There were, however, a collection of rudimentary charts that looked far more recent. It was safe to assume these were drafts of the surrounding area, stretching from the southern coast to the mountains to the camp's north, and then again from the eastern isthmus to the western woods. Symbols were drawn into the margins of the map around the woods, loosely detailing various beast sightings by scouts, as well what appeared to be a porcelain mask wearing a jester's hat. Eliza was very curious about that one.
The sorceress gestured to the bottle of wine resting on the table, drawing Moira's eye away from further inspection. "You'll drink with me, won't you? I was wounded to learn that Lord Volkh himself didn't partake." Eliza feigned dejection, coyly placing a hand on her chest as if attempting to steady herself. "Such a thing - it's well enough to break one's heart."
Following Moira's response, Eliza continued. "It pleases me to learn that you are comfortable here, even in the brief amount of time you've shared in the company of my little family. I would very much like to get to know you better, if you'll allow me such an honor. After all, you are correct - we are all in the same boat, proverbially speaking. What else can we do but make use of the company we find ourselves keeping?"
The statement was a test, of sorts. Moira could interpret it in one of two ways. The first, a simple blanket statement of community and unity in the face of adversity. The second, an invitation for Moira to share a bit about her own usefulness. This conversation served primarily determine if the woman sitting in front of Eliza was a potential asset to the estate, or merely a blood bag - albeit a very pretty blood bag.
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Moira Blaine
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Roleplay posts: 17 
Appearance: With her red hair, slender build, and big, doll-like eyes, Moira Blaine is pretty by anyone's standard. It's only upon very close inspection that one might notice that her left eye is made entirely of glass.
Biography: A former agent in the employ of Isra's most secret labs, Moira was charged with watching over the workings of the inner government and keeping watch over the government's inner workings.
Registered: Dec 4, 2021 0:31:13 GMT -5
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Post by Moira Blaine on Feb 15, 2022 10:04:18 GMT -5
Moira nodded politely at the offer of wine, glancing over at the bottle and its unfamiliar label. While the name wasn't anything that she recognized, the understated elegance and glamor of the design was unmistakable. This was clearly a wine for the upper crust, the sort that didn't need to scream and beg for attention with elaborate designs and exotic names. One didn't drink this to advertise how rich they were like one might do with lesser wines. Moira had a suspicion that anybody who knew the name on the label was wealthy enough to own a castle, if not more. Either that, or people simply had different design tastes where the Winterlights were from.
"I wouldn't dream of breaking your heart," said Moira, wondering if breaking and biting counted as the same thing. "I'd love a glass. As for the lack of tact in the nobility...well, there's a reason they hire people like me, isn't there? Someone to speak the right words and listen to the things that aren't said. A person who will actually get the job done, someone other than the public face. You've heard how they say that all the real diplomacy occurs under the table, don't you? It's truer than you might think."
A sly wink as she sipped at her wine punctuated the innuendo, and she paused for a moment to see how Eliza would react. As she waited, her gaze slipped back down to the maps. One of the more recent-looking ones caught her eye, and she froze as she spotted a sketch of a strange mask with a two-pointed hat. Her picture-perfect facade slipped for a fraction of a second, her smile faltering as memories flashed through her mind. She recognized the figure from the sketches that had been posted at headquarters after a squadron of agents had failed to capture the anomaly. While she hadn't been in the initial capture group herself, she'd been on cleanup detail after the fact and had seen the aftermath. Agents vomiting spiders, oily residue on walls that was later determined to be ink, a trail of severed hands...she shuddered, remembering the neatly cut stitches at their wrists and the cracked, blackened burns on their palms from being used to cast poorly-controlled spells. A moment later, she composed herself once more and smiled up at Eliza, making a conscious effort to loosen her grip on the stem of the glass.
"The company one keeps is one of the most important things you can control," said Moira, nodding. "And I hope that you'll find my company useful indeed. I've always found that I had a keen memory and a sharp eye, after all. I notice things. Other people see a pretty girl and don't notice where I'm looking or what I'm hearing. They say that the best mask you can wear is your own face, after all. Speaking of masks..."
She glanced back down at the map again, eyeing the little sketch. It could certainly be a coincidence...but what if it wasn't? If the Hand-Taker was here, who knew what other anomalies roamed this island? She had to know.
"I couldn't help notice that map," she said, gesturing towards it with her glass. "Is it recent? It's very nice, but what is that?"
Taking another sip of wine, she tapped at the little figure with a fingertip. If that thing was here, the rules had changed. If the Winterlights managed to capture and subjugate such a powerful anomaly, they'd be in a position to rule the island no matter how many other factions there were. If that happened, Moira intended fully to be on the winning side. The fact that they'd sighted it near their territory was promising. Dangerous, but promising.
"If it's a strange man that hides in the shadows and is wrapped in cloaks," she said, "then I think I may be more useful to you than either of us had anticipated. Please tell me what you know of the creature. It's important."
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Eliza Winterlight
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: 38
Appearance: Eliza is a striking woman of taller than average height. She owns a plethora of extravagant outfits, many of which she was able to take with her to the Mists before the flood, as well as a more practical set of survivalist's vestments.
She has long, wavy black hair, and eyes the color of a lantern's glow.
Equipment: Elizabeth carries little with her, relying on her magic to solve most problems. She does, however, have many items hidden amongst her outfits, including daggers and poisons.
Skills and Abilities: Elizabeth is a fearsome sorcerer, though not many have witnessed her ability first-hand. Unlike her brother, she does not often flaunt her power, preferring to keep others in the dark about her capabilities. She is a skilled manipulator, negotiator, and a known socialite, having taken on many of the diplomatic responsibilities of the Winterlight Estate.
She is learned in many studies typical of Komali nobility, and is highly intelligent, despite her frivolous nature.
Allegiances: The Winterlight Estate
Registered: Oct 17, 2021 21:21:25 GMT -5
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Post by Eliza Winterlight on Feb 19, 2022 20:39:22 GMT -5
At Moira's response, the corner of Eliza's mouth turned up in a wicked smile. She had few expectations from this woman, but every word Moira spoke aloud continued to delight her. With her skillset, Moira could easily recognize a shift in body language - some of the fake brightness had receded from Eliza’s amber eyes, and there were notably less teeth in her smile.
“Devious little thing, aren’t you?” Eliza chuckled, earnestly this time. “And believe me, I'm more than familiar with such negotiations. If it is your wish to remain here, you should find yourself in good company."
Eliza poured the wine for the both of them, making sure to keep the lip of the bottle from touching the rim of the glass. A custom as old as wine itself, one of which she assumed Moira would recognize - that the guest was in no danger of being poisoned. The sorceress briefly allowed her mind to wander, daydreaming about what kind of ‘under the table’ diplomacy Moira may have participated in, while absent-mindedly biting her lip. She placed the bottle back on the table, taking a small sip from her glass and letting the taste dance across her taste buds. Eliza smiled - that was more like it.
The wine was a remnant of the Estate of Violet Bellevue, who was herself a vampire. Her draughts were known for catering to the specific hungers of her own kind, and though this particular bottle did not benefit from that infusion, it still boasted the same subdued metallic notes as one that did. Perhaps Eliza would consider breaking out a bottle of Bellevue Reserve - if she determined that Moira had the stomach for it, of course.
But then, a flicker. Something flashed across Moira’s eyes, just for a moment - Anger? Fear? It was difficult to tell. Curiously, Eliza followed her direction towards the map, her eyes resting on the charcoal depiction of the mask. She paused, taking a second sip of her wine while considering it.
“In truth... we don’t know.” Eliza answered, her eyes returning to meet Moira’s. “Scouts reported it on the edge of the Western Woods. Said it spoke to them. Told one of them that it liked his skin." She shrugged. "We had written it off as an illusion - you can hardly take two steps in those woods before tripping over some magic anomaly. It wouldn’t have been the first time such a sighting was chalked up to miasma-induced paranoia.”
Eliza raised a discerning eyebrow. “But there’s a look in your eye that gives the impression that you may think otherwise. You've seen this thing before, haven't you?"
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Moira Blaine
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Roleplay posts: 17
Appearance: With her red hair, slender build, and big, doll-like eyes, Moira Blaine is pretty by anyone's standard. It's only upon very close inspection that one might notice that her left eye is made entirely of glass.
Biography: A former agent in the employ of Isra's most secret labs, Moira was charged with watching over the workings of the inner government and keeping watch over the government's inner workings.
Registered: Dec 4, 2021 0:31:13 GMT -5
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Post by Moira Blaine on Feb 23, 2022 2:30:03 GMT -5
The taste of the wine was definitely unique, and Moira's eyes widened as she recognized some of the more exotic hints and undertones. What sort of wine had she been given? It didn't taste quite like blood, but more like a suggestion of it. It was subtle, and she found that she quite liked it. Perhaps it would pair well with nobility, but it didn't seem the sort to be served with the common folk. The wine soothed her nerves, a necessity after the revelation with the map. Sighing, she placed the glass down and lifted her gaze to Eliza, smile vanishing. Playtime was over, and it was time to get down to business.
"I haven't seen it myself," she said, "but I've seen what it can do. It's no illusion, Lady Winterlight. Nor is it a mere hallucination borne of bad mushrooms and heavy mist. It's...an anomaly, like you say. An inkblot on the pages of reality, as it were. This world is full of anomalies, once you know where to look. Things that shouldn't exist, that don't follow the rules of the physical world. This thing is one of them. We called it the Hand-Taker. It presents itself as a merchant, but it's more of a collector. It might seem benign, almost beneficial at times. Don't be fooled, though. Such things cannot be reasoned with. It deals in anything one might think of, but always seems to want something new. Hands and eyes, secrets and sorrows. If it could be captured and put to work, you would find yourself in quite the position of power. My...former employers believed that it could ignore the laws of the real world simply by its whim. Hands that it severs still twitch and writhe with life, and the eyes it sells can see as well as any. There are tales of limbs being replaced in exchange for memories, books, musical instruments...it collects all manner of things, seemingly with no rhyme or reason. An agent made contact with it once and struck a deal, giving it an exotic bird we'd found. In exchange, he received a bag of severed breasts, still warm to the touch. Nobody knows where he gets these body parts, but it surely can't be anywhere good."
She took another sip of her wine glass and found it empty. Frowning, she glared at the glass, wondering when that had happened. That was odd, she didn't ordinarily drink so mindlessly. Had the thought of the Hand-Taker upset her so much?
"We attempted a capture," she said. "It didn't go well. Not only can the thing steal hands, but it can use them. So far as we could figure, it could take a mage's hand and stitch it onto itself, using it to cast spells until the magic scorched the flesh and it had to be discarded. We have reason to believe that it can utilize any abilities the limb had in life. The agents tasked with capturing it were struck with all manner of nasty spells, and one of them was in the infirmary for a month vomiting live spiders. However, capturing such a creature could lead to a breakthrough in medical and magical research. Being able to replace lost body parts could be life-changing, especially in such dangerous times such as these."
In truth, Moira hoped that such a breakthrough would allow a replacement of her own eye. Blinking, she tried to ignore the blurriness in her enchanted glass eye that seemed to be getting worse and worse these days. Was the mist eroding it, or were the enchantments simply wearing off? She wondered where the crystal ball it was linked to was these days. At the bottom of a new sea, no doubt. Were some fish watching it now, seeing everything that she saw? It was an amusing thought, at the very least.
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Eliza Winterlight
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: 38
Appearance: Eliza is a striking woman of taller than average height. She owns a plethora of extravagant outfits, many of which she was able to take with her to the Mists before the flood, as well as a more practical set of survivalist's vestments.
She has long, wavy black hair, and eyes the color of a lantern's glow.
Equipment: Elizabeth carries little with her, relying on her magic to solve most problems. She does, however, have many items hidden amongst her outfits, including daggers and poisons.
Skills and Abilities: Elizabeth is a fearsome sorcerer, though not many have witnessed her ability first-hand. Unlike her brother, she does not often flaunt her power, preferring to keep others in the dark about her capabilities. She is a skilled manipulator, negotiator, and a known socialite, having taken on many of the diplomatic responsibilities of the Winterlight Estate.
She is learned in many studies typical of Komali nobility, and is highly intelligent, despite her frivolous nature.
Allegiances: The Winterlight Estate
Registered: Oct 17, 2021 21:21:25 GMT -5
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Post by Eliza Winterlight on Mar 11, 2022 17:36:51 GMT -5
Scarcely a moment had passed after Moira's glass had depleted, before it was generously refilled by her gracious host. Eliza very much empathized with Moira's look of dejection upon the discovery that one's wine had run dry. And besides - the woman was growing more interesting by the second. Best to keep her in her good graces.
Eliza believed Moira. If the woman wanted to lie to her, she could have made any part of the outlandish account even somewhat believable. And past that, Moira had elected to let fall her façade, speaking to Eliza with her own voice instead of the one she borrowed. Or at the very least, something much closer to her own. Eliza supposed it was only appropriate to return the favor, dropping her own false smile and letting the muscles in her face rest.
"A... bag of breasts?" Eliza repeated, her expression spelling out a picture of morbid curiosity rather than one of disgust. "Let it not be said that the creature isn't resourceful, at the least. We knew of the existence of a similar anomaly, back from my homeworld. A collector, as you said. Granted, The Withered King certainly lacks the same brand of... shall I say, the eccentricity of this hand-taker of yours. What you've just described is... something much more unpredictable. Volatile."
The sorceress mulled over Moira's words, swirling the last few sips of wine in her glass. "If what you say is true, the existence of this creature so close to the Estate's border... it places us in a compromising position. I know not to what extent Ava has already explained to you, but one does not typically hold a place within my family without some manner of aptitude for the arcane. If the anomaly can harbor the power of another simply by wielding their limbs..." Eliza let the thought trail off, imagining the extent of the threat posed by the thing's mere existence. This encampment was a veritable buffet of magic-wielding flesh, a creature commanding such power could spiral out of control frighteningly quickly if left unmonitored.
But Moira was right, of course, regarding her larger point. And Eliza was hardly one to balk at the idea of detaining such a fascinating anomaly for future study. Her consciousness of the threat it posed was far surpassed by the scent of opportunity, beckoning her deeper into the realm of her own scheming. Imagine - the ability to pilfer the magic of another, simply by assimilating with one's flesh? Yes, there was much to be learned from such a creature. There was no reward without a little bit of risk, after all. Some of Eliza's subordinates may very well die, but it was a sacrifice she was willing to make.
But Moira, for all her subterfuge, seemed almost altruistic in her motives for catching the beast. Disappointingly so. Safety for her people, breakthroughs in medicine - Come now, dear girl, dare to dream! Regardless, she was still plenty useful. And Eliza had manipulated people into compliance with far less shared interest than Moira and Eliza appeared to possess. Eliza finished her wine, placing the glass down on the table and pursing her lips.
"It seems our goals are aligned then, in addition to what I perceive of our personalities. The anomaly cannot be allowed to exist unchecked. My people would greatly benefit from its capture, in as many ways as you have already stated. And at present, you know more about the creature than likely anyone on this island. If you find it reasonable, I would see you aid us in bringing it to heel."
Eliza smiled faintly - not quite plastic like the one she wore before, but not quite real either. "We have been gifted with a clean slate. A new world. No longer should we see fit live in fear of such boogeymen. The safety of this land falls to us. For my people, and all those who come after."
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Moira Blaine
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Roleplay posts: 17
Appearance: With her red hair, slender build, and big, doll-like eyes, Moira Blaine is pretty by anyone's standard. It's only upon very close inspection that one might notice that her left eye is made entirely of glass.
Biography: A former agent in the employ of Isra's most secret labs, Moira was charged with watching over the workings of the inner government and keeping watch over the government's inner workings.
Registered: Dec 4, 2021 0:31:13 GMT -5
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Post by Moira Blaine on Mar 17, 2022 11:45:27 GMT -5
To Moira, it seemed that she'd found herself in the right sort of place after all. Eliza Winterlight seemed like the sharp sort, the kind of leader who saw opportunities when they arose and had the sense to take advantage of them. That she seemed prone to her little indulgences and indiscretions was a bit of a shame, but perhaps that was simply how all leaders were. At the very least, it didn't seem that she used her encounters as a method of granting political power, which was more than Moira could say for Isra. Besides, perhaps it'd prove useful. Vices, her instructor had told her, are just another way to tighten your grip on someone. That's why they're called that. When Eliza refilled her glass, she smiled, raising it to her host before taking another sip.
"A whole bag indeed," she said, nodding. "It seems that you're familiar with these sorts of anomalies? That's valuable, knowing what we're up against. I'd be more than willing to offer my assistance in capturing and subjugating this creature. I suppose it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that as far as I know, I know more about the Hand-taker than any other person alive. Bringing it in and forcing it to bend the knee to our authority would be invaluable...if it even has knees. I'd be careful, though. It seems that it likes to collect things and body parts that it finds useful or intriguing. You ought to be particularly careful, Lady Winterlight."
Her gaze flicked down, lingering pointedly on Eliza's bust for a moment before sliding back up to meet the woman's gaze. Moira's mind was spinning, and not just from the wine. How had the thing possibly followed them here? Did it simply appear where people gathered? Despite her assurances, the amount of real intelligence she had on the creature was rather limited. Still, it wouldn't do to look weak now, not when she was in a position to gain some level of power and authority.
"New worlds and clean slates are often little more than illusions," she said. "Too often, the problems of the old country follow us to the new land. Snakes crawl into holes, worms burrow into ships...it's never quite as clean of a separation as we'd like. However, this Hand-taker is just a single anomaly. Such things can be dealt with. I am at your disposal, Lady Winterlight. We'll hunt this monster down and throw it into a cage."
As she spoke, Moira was suddenly struck with a moment's uncertainty. Was the Hand-taker just a single anomaly? She'd certainly never heard any reports of anyone seeing more than one at a time, but she'd heard rumors of it appearing in wildly different locations in shockingly short periods of time. That was just another mystery to solve, she supposed.
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Eliza Winterlight
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: 38
Appearance: Eliza is a striking woman of taller than average height. She owns a plethora of extravagant outfits, many of which she was able to take with her to the Mists before the flood, as well as a more practical set of survivalist's vestments.
She has long, wavy black hair, and eyes the color of a lantern's glow.
Equipment: Elizabeth carries little with her, relying on her magic to solve most problems. She does, however, have many items hidden amongst her outfits, including daggers and poisons.
Skills and Abilities: Elizabeth is a fearsome sorcerer, though not many have witnessed her ability first-hand. Unlike her brother, she does not often flaunt her power, preferring to keep others in the dark about her capabilities. She is a skilled manipulator, negotiator, and a known socialite, having taken on many of the diplomatic responsibilities of the Winterlight Estate.
She is learned in many studies typical of Komali nobility, and is highly intelligent, despite her frivolous nature.
Allegiances: The Winterlight Estate
Registered: Oct 17, 2021 21:21:25 GMT -5
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Post by Eliza Winterlight on Apr 19, 2022 19:45:46 GMT -5
"At my disposal? Why, I quite like the sound of that."
Moira's drifting gaze was not lost on Eliza. She smirked again, playfully raising an eyebrow at her guest with a tut of of her tongue. She was no stranger to such attention, and was happy to suffer it - at least, as long as someone who looked as delicious as Moira was responsible for providing it.
"Illusions indeed. Fret not, Moira. I have no delusion that this unfettered new world will fall directly into the Estate's lap. Such ideals must be forged. Tempered. And if the past rears its ugly head, deigning to hang its weight upon the wings of tomorrow... well. It is certainly welcome to try."
It was almost better if the enemies of her past did appear on her doorstop to put a stop to the Estate's various schemes. It would save her the trouble of tracking and hunting the pests down - just before flaying the skin from their bodies.
"Abhorrent though it may be, the wrath of any beast can be measured. It will have a weakness - one we can exploit. At first light, I would have you present a brief of what you know of the creature to myself, and the Estate's finest scouts. Forewarned if forearmed, and any information you can gift us with will serve to better our chances of gleaning intelligence from its movements. Establish a baseline. Find patterns. Once that occurs... that is when I step in."
Eliza clapped her hands together conclusively. "But we will have time to discuss such unpleasantness at a later time, no? No doubt you are weary from your travels, as I am in dire need of a bath. I will see to it that you are given free reign here at Godslost Hollow, and that a tent be put aside for your stay. Should we have the means to do so, you will be provided with any resources you may require - within reason, of course." She paused, drumming her delicate fingers rhythmically over the table. "Have you any further questions for me, dear Moira? Anything to make your stay here more... comfortable?"
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Moira Blaine
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Appearance: With her red hair, slender build, and big, doll-like eyes, Moira Blaine is pretty by anyone's standard. It's only upon very close inspection that one might notice that her left eye is made entirely of glass.
Biography: A former agent in the employ of Isra's most secret labs, Moira was charged with watching over the workings of the inner government and keeping watch over the government's inner workings.
Registered: Dec 4, 2021 0:31:13 GMT -5
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Post by Moira Blaine on Aug 4, 2022 18:01:49 GMT -5
"Patterns," said Moira, "are the problem. Creatures of this nature don't have any, unless they're stitched into the fabric of its body. From what I know, the Hand-taker is an entirely erratic creature, prone to the most bizarre whims and ideas. It seems bound by no laws of man, god, or nature. There are reports of the thing appearing in hollow logs, inside closets...even within snowmen. For all I know, the anomaly could be here within this very room right now."
Stopping herself, she shook her head and took another sip of the wine to calm her nerves. There was no sense in getting worked up over things now, not when there was nothing to be done about it. Winterlight was right, the best thing to do would be to get settled in now and brief the scouts in the morning. That was a problem for a later date, for now it was the time to rest and see exactly what sort of comforts she'd be able to expect from this strange little encampment at the end of the world.
"I've been at sea for quite a while," she said. "Long enough that I've almost forgotten the sorts of comforts that one could expect from life on dry land. You mentioned a bath...that does sound very nice. Really, though...something to eat and a nice warm bed are really all I need. Haven't tasted anything especially appetizing in some time."
The last sentence was patently false, and Moira found herself wondering if she really ought to have dumped the remains of her crewmates over the edge before landing. Perhaps it would have been nice to save some for later...but no, that would have been foolish. Better to hide the evidence in case they found and searched the ship. Besides, from what she could see here, there would be plenty of other opportunities to get a nice meal.
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Eliza Winterlight
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: 38
Appearance: Eliza is a striking woman of taller than average height. She owns a plethora of extravagant outfits, many of which she was able to take with her to the Mists before the flood, as well as a more practical set of survivalist's vestments.
She has long, wavy black hair, and eyes the color of a lantern's glow.
Equipment: Elizabeth carries little with her, relying on her magic to solve most problems. She does, however, have many items hidden amongst her outfits, including daggers and poisons.
Skills and Abilities: Elizabeth is a fearsome sorcerer, though not many have witnessed her ability first-hand. Unlike her brother, she does not often flaunt her power, preferring to keep others in the dark about her capabilities. She is a skilled manipulator, negotiator, and a known socialite, having taken on many of the diplomatic responsibilities of the Winterlight Estate.
She is learned in many studies typical of Komali nobility, and is highly intelligent, despite her frivolous nature.
Allegiances: The Winterlight Estate
Registered: Oct 17, 2021 21:21:25 GMT -5
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Post by Eliza Winterlight on Aug 29, 2022 20:55:49 GMT -5
"Something to eat and a warm bed, hm?" I daresay I would be pleased to provide you with both - in my quarters. Eliza chuckled to herself, turning up the corner of her lips with amusement. "How entirely modest of you."
She listened with intent to Moira's anxieties, but was glad when the woman relinquished her concerns in the name of rest. There was only so much one could do sitting around a table, and Eliza was truly in dire need of replenishment.
"I'll have Emory draw you a bath once I'm finished with mine. Regrettably, the tubs we have on hand aren't large enough to sustain two bodies." She winked at Moira, rising from her seat in an invitation for Moira to do the same. "Waste of perfectly good water, if you were to ask me. In the mean time, I'll have an attendant show you to one of our spare tents. Those missing scouts I mentioned previously won't be needing them, now will they?" At this, Eliza simply shrugged. "As for food, you should be able to follow your nose to the mess tent. I believe some manner of boar is roasting on the spit at present."
Eliza approached Moira, appraising her one last time before their meeting came to an end. She smiled, more than satisfied with what she took away from the conversation. "I'm eager for you to meet my brother, upon his eventual return." She leaned her lips over to Moira's ear, voice dropping to a faux whisper. "Bit of a bore, that one. But I wager he would be quite keen on make use of your expertise. The man has more irons in the fire than he knows what to do with." The sorceress smiled, looking back coyly at her guest. "I think, my dear, that this is going to be the start of a lovely partnership."
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