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Arakhor - Exiled Fall Eladrin - Ancient

[zanephillips]

Chad Michael Murray Dawson’s Creek S05E06 “High Anxiety”

[drowandruil]

"If you like spinning tales, maybe," she laugh as she brings her drink to her lips and takes a sip to hide her musings. Keeping her own worship secret is a moot point, when she wants to rebuild the Lady of the Dance's worship. Still, her time on the courts did make her appreciate secrecy. What a troublesome struggle. "I celebrated her skewering actually," she admits with a sharp grin. "As all deserters did, I am sure. I have worshiped the Dark Dancer for centuries, but I have the bare essentials and I want more."

[arakhor]

The drow didn't know who he was, or perhaps what his role had been in everything. It was for the best, and she was here, now. He'd have to get Enfenim in on this – a tranquil drow? That'd be fun, and Andruil seemed like the perfect option for it all. "Of course you did. Long live the queen, and all that." He'd hated Titania. And her consort. At least they'd taken care of one. "What do you want more of? She was one of the few that stood up to her mother, and disappeared eventually. The Dark Seldarine and the Seldarine are different, obviously, but the realms break off into so many different stories and whispers, who's to say what happened to her in the end."

[billyboyblue]

Chad Michael Murray || 📸 Jonny Marlow

[drowandruil]

who? @arakhor where? fates notes: doing the randomize top songs thing and got darkside by grandson

"I recognize you from my life as a high elf then fey," Andruil comments idly as she slides into the booth before the Dusk elf, arms resting on the table as she plays with a knife. She remembers his attempt on Titania, and while the point it's now moot, she is still wary enough of his machinations. Regardless, he is fairly old, so he might know about Eilistraee so she can risk talking to him for a while. "Tell me, do you know any stories about Eilistraee?"

[arakhor]

"Well then, I guess it's my lucky day." He tilted his head slightly, looking at Andruil now. He remembered her. Arakhor also remembered her death. Pity, though perhaps a second chance at life wasn't the worst thing that could happen to an elf. Arakhor laughed now, "Eillistraee? What's got you interested in the Dark Maiden? Pushing more boundaries or looking for a new queen after Ayi'ig got skewered?"

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[fxllenpythia]

It always had been. Perhaps before either had even known it. Leviathan didn't love, it simply wasn't of her nature - but she could remain devout in loyalty. Arakhor would remain the closest they'd come to an infinite connection; and that meant that one day she would see to it that all he sought to destroy would be done just as surely as all that the asphodel and her brothers within the inferno would want. "Far too long," she breathes out with something of a manic bloom of laughter, "We shall see it done, later. For now," fingers flex, and the seraph blade that extends as a piece of every vessel, "Ride out with me."

[arakhor]

Arakhor's fingers slide along Leviathan's jaw, this form that they'd chosen a worthy one for the time being. He grinned slightly, autumn magic swirling around them, fueled by blood magic and the noble elven blood that used to run through him. Eladrin needed the boost that this dark magic gave them, and as long as he and his brother survived, then all was well. "Of course. There's nothing that I would rather be doing," he grinned, thinking of all the seraphim that would meet death at their hands. If only there were more within Rome, it would've been a worthy cause. Titania had children here that needed to be killed, one a sorry human and one a spawn from a fiend.

[fxllenpythia]

@arakhor

"It is done," those upon the summit had played their part, the first piece of all they needed falling into place as she felt the legions of followers and their power run through her, "For now." The assault from above would continue while two of her most trusted missives worked from below; soon the seals would be broken. "I trust you and your brother have filled the cages, what now, can I give you my love?" All those who offered their soul - their power to Python were given that which they desired, even if it was deemed costly, but for the exiled elandrin, she herself would suffer the cost should she need to. "Do you wish to join the Drow in their siege of the forest?"

[arakhor]

The Autumn fey leaned against the wall, watching the Pythia for a few moments. There were so many trapped, now, so many that would serve their cause better caged and bled. It was the start of a great plan, but Arakhor would never be one to let down his guard. The Pythia would need him, anyway, so it's why they now had room for themselves. Anyone who intruded would find themselves flayed, anyhow. "No, my place is here. With you. It's been centuries since we've had a good run like this, you know."

[enfenimx]

@arakhor location: New Dis who Dis notes: evil bros

The withering frame of the fey fell at his feet as the emotionless commoner looked up from his vantage point on the ground. Tranquil. “A gift.” Enfenim remarked, the scorched sigil of the Abyss was embedded on the creature’s forehead. Forever marked as proof of what the fey had become, immortal but magicless. “Now your magic can actually be made use of.” Enfenim acquiesced, he wondered what it was like to be cut off from Power, one of the Tranquil had described it as knowing the wind was blowing but being incapable of feeling it on your skin. Maddening, over time. “Make yourself useful, fetch my brother and I some wine.”  Aligning himself with New Dis had been a natural precourse, anything to make sure Arak was close to his girlfriend. “Ironic really that the fairy prince would come back as a demon,” Enfenim hadn’t seen that coming, speaking of the boy’s parentage. “I suppose Titania didn’t immaculately conceive him after all,” an amusing story. “Wonder what else she’s hiding.”

[arakhor]

Arakhor was weaving his own magic, noble blood that flowed through the wards of New Dis. He knew of the ancients that littered the city, of those that could null magic, planewalk – there would be a price to pay if they were not careful. He idly heard the fall of the common fey, barely blinking an eye until he was done with his spell. "One son that is lack of magic and still parentless." The middle son, a waste. It was a shame he had come back without any magic at all – it would've been useful to absorb. "I hope she returns soon. I think we owe it to her to say hi." The archfey would no doubt return for her spawn; some bleeding heart act that she always had.

[gettingscrazy]

CHAD MICHAEL MURRAY as Nick Jones HOUSE OF WAX (2005) dir. Jaume Collet-Serra

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[arakhor]

enfenimx​:

That was good news. Stuffy twats with a superiority complex, served them right. “Really?” He smiled at that, “Had to be the drow, who knew they had it in them.” Opportunists would always find a way to make a profit, with the Moonfolk out of the picture then that had to mean one or two of the doors they’d been gatekeeping were suddenly going to be open. “Seems like the wind is blowing that way, doesn’t it?” Arak’s tryst with their old friend from Eden was biblical, so Enfenim thought what came next would be fair game. “Maybe you should ask your girlfriend.” 

-

“Don’t be fucking rude,” Arakhor looked at his brother, debating on rolling his eyes. He didn’t, because he was used to it, but it didn’t stop him from pulling the “younger” by a second huff, “I will, actually.” He wanted to know what they were going to plan on next, with the eladrin down and out. “Are you going to step in to the forest? Proclaim yourself the next leader? I know you want to.”

[arakhor]

fxllenpythia​:

@arakhor

Another triumph, underlying the return of the fellowship that had set out some time ago. Whispers had sought their way back to her on the wind, through the shadows and in the thick of each soul spilled to the book. Heroes that would stumble upon a broken crown and all the instability that would come with it. It spun its way through her entire being as an ultimate high, she almost missed it. A tremor that worked it’s way into her fingertips and the promise of an oath not sworn in blood or souls, etched within the very celestial bones of what she’d once been, alerted her to something beyond the dissipating stretch of space between her and what she would bring upon this world. Her form filtered into a darkened mist, each speckle of darkness a black hole that emanated how rotten she was to the core, and when her hand slipped over his shoulder, the corporeal form following, she drew him into the heart of the otherworld. The chambers of the Asphodel and the Necronomicon echoing with centuries of silence and distance that never once left a mark upon what existed between them “I knew this lifetime would bring you back to me.”

-

The Soratami had fallen at the hands of Ayi’ig, the drow edged closer and closer to their goal, which did not concern Arakhor, though the fall of his race wasn’t exactly his and his brother’s dream. The eladrin within Rome had suffered another loss, each moment they remained in the mortal realm, they were further and further away from their chance at survival. Many fey wandered the Otherworld still, but they, too, fell victim. Once the blood of the firsts, the beings that could do anything if their song and ability willed it, were now reduced to a handful of Chancellors who had done nothing but hope someone else would step up so they wouldn’t have to. Either way, darkness ran in his blood, it was there since he’d attacked Titania’s warder, since he’d watched the queen banish them instead of kill them – she was weak, unable to strike those down who struck against her. Now, he was free. Free to power his magic with blood, free to find himself in the arms of Leviathan, of the one who had found him. 

“You always seem to disappear when everyone is looking for you,” he joked, recognizing the soul in front of him. Leviathan’s form had changed over the years, they’d picked a feminine one this time, and Arakhor grinned as he took her face in his hands, “We were a bit delayed. You know my brother likes to hear himself talk, so we took the long way to Rome.”

[arakhor]

@enfenimx

"The Soratami have lost." Arakhor hadn't been there, but he'd heard of it. He'd heard of how the Moonfolk had fought back, and how they had ran. His information ran deep within the Otherworld, connections of a mercenary, for himself and for his brother – their trade was a black market within the deepest parts of the Otherworld, and this was no different. He stood once more, a grin on his face as he turned towards his brother, "Maybe this city will be next."

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[boysappetit]