1. Xenovia

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    'Aye... I've heard the words.' Several times, as a matter of fact. Elum were big on repetition - kept folk from forgetting entirely. But sometimes life was long as it was short, and folk forgot, regardless of the intent. Eventually, a name became just another word, spoken with reverence, though...
  2. Xenovia

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    Xen shrugged. 'Sounds like a load of bunkum to me, Gord, but who knows?' Xen was perfectly content with just the one name. Easier to remember. 'Still. Ain't like Aubvyn's a stranger sticking her nose in the family business,' she continued, unwilling to bow out just yet. A simple explanation, a...
  3. Xenovia

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    Xen watched the pair closely, brow furrowed, confusion writ in the way her eyes flicked from one to the other. 'Indeed, why?' The Deva couldn't help but be curious. Sure, Gordar probably had his reasons for being so evasive, but stonemen made for poor dancers, and she wouldn't let him pirouette...
  4. Xenovia

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    'Children can be cruel.' Xen nodded in understanding, thinking back on her life, and all the nasty little runts she'd shared a neighbourhood with. Humans and half-elves and orkin. A mixed bunch, to say the least. 'My name?' Xen's eyes widened in surprise. 'Well, I, um...' Glancing at Vyn...
  5. Xenovia

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    'Sounds... nice,' replied Xen, not sure what else to say. Where she came from, dying of old age was considered a rare blessing. More likely you'd end your days with a knife planted in your belly or back. Cold winters, sickness, substance abuse. Drink and scratch went for coppers in the Sink...
  6. Xenovia

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    Quite the conversation to have this early in the afternoon. Better than leaving it until it was too late, though. 'I don't know,' said Xen, shaking her head. 'Build you a cairn, maybe. That way we can always pay you a visit, and not have to worry about Undead Gordar popping up to say hi.'...
  7. Xenovia

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    Xen hummed, gaze catching on a point in the near distance. Told when I could. Sounded like a lie agreed upon. The Deva didn't have it in her to argue the finer points with people she owed her life to. Vyn especially. 'Goodbye? Is someone leaving us?' A new way of life, a different way of...
  8. Xenovia

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    She must've looked a god-awful mess sitting there. Thank her lucky stars Vyn hadn't given her the time to fix her makeup before coming up here. 'Straight to the drinking and sharing of fears,' she spoke softly and to herself, using the heels of her palms to dry her eyes. Sniffing, the Deva tried...
  9. Xenovia

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    Vyn was a sweet girl. Caring enough to try, at least. Maybe someone else  would be safe now thanks to her. Now that the bastard was gone for good. It was just as likely that someone had taken his place already. Filled the power vacuum left behind in the wake of his death. The world was full of...
  10. Xenovia

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    Xen didn't know what Gordar was trying to do. Be supportive, maybe? Earned himself a lingering look and a nod regardless. More than Vyn's attempt at humour warranted, anyhow. 'Yeah... Unforgivable.' She knew Vyn meant well, knew she worried. But Xen didn't have it in her to smile, let alone...
  11. Xenovia

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    'I can see that!' Xen grinned, eyeing Gordar up and down, before turning to give Vyn a cheeky wink. Short and stout, Gordar may have gotten slower over the years, but the Deva found it difficult to imagine him having lost his strength. As for Vyn, well, she was big for an entirely different...
  12. Xenovia

    Dare So. Come Here Often?

    'Does he?!' Xen had her doubts. Still. Better to be upstairs than down, among "friends" as opposed to foes and that strange, immutable blob of whatever-the-fuck currently devouring everything and everyone in its path. Not quite a monster, but monstrous all the same. As it so happened, Xen had...
  13. Xenovia

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    Bowing was not Vyn's forte, but at least she tried. Xen probably should have done the same, made a go of the whole song and dance. Instead, she found herself glancing around at the hilltop. Lot of bottles up here, she thought, turning slowly, brow scrunched in curiousity, with a touch of...
  14. Xenovia

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    'Like trying to draw blood from a stone.' Xen wagered, studying Gordar with Vyn still cradled in her arms, bottle tucked to her chest like a nursing babe. The guy looked ancient, but there was an air about him that demanded respect. Even Xen could sense it - the weight of centuries piled upon...
  15. Xenovia

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    The bottle? Oh, right! 'Yeah, no, I remember!' Glancing around, Xen tried to catch a glimpse of the elusive liquor. 'You, uh, mind grabbin' it for me? My hands are full.' Her foot caught something solid that clinked in response. Might've been a bottle. Xen couldn't say for certain. Bending at...
  16. Xenovia

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    'Nonsense! I'll be fine!' Xen waved her friend's concerns away, smiling as she did. Best place for them was out in the big wide world. There, they wouldn't eat away at her, like those vultures the Pathlights had seen circling a few weeks back. 'I've had you over my shoulder before. Littler Vyn...
  17. Xenovia

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    'A strong Deva to carry you everywhere?' A joke or an offer, Vyn could be the one to decide. 'Your little feetsies could do with the rest, and I with the exercise.' Maybe she hadn't been blessed with a goddess' physique, but she was loth to lose what muscle she did have wasting away in the back...
  18. Xenovia

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    It wasn't that Vyn couldn't answer her. On the contrary, she quite liked talking, at least to Xen. No, no, this was just one of those not-so-rare moments where she couldn't be arsed to explain. "You'll see" was starting to become her catchphrase. 'Alright, then. Keep your secrets,' smiled Xen...
  19. Xenovia

    Dare So. Come Here Often?

    She had been in murder-fights before. Brawled with bruisers twice her size. The goon on her side of the bar wasn't even that, but he put up a mean fight, slicing and stabbing like his life depended on it. Shortswords were good for close encounters, but weren't much use if you hadn't the hands to...
  20. Xenovia

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    Xen didn't know where they were going but that was okay. Vyn was the trustworthy sort. Most Elum were, assuming you were Elum, too. Or a stranger lost in the snow. Xen would ever be grateful for that, so long as she didn't lose her marbles somewhere along the Road. Memory was a fickle thing...
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