The Death of a Priestess (Sil Kilvin)

[silkilvin]

Sil Kilvin: ::The grove is a luscious forest. A peace exists here like none other. The grove itself is empty as the older priestess' have gone into the villages to minister, and find those who have lost the light. The young drow Sil is near

Sil Kilvin: the fire working with herbs. Alban hair in a high ponytail, a necklace hangs about her neck, a blue stone on a golden chain. Her eyes are the same peaceful blue as the stone. She humms as she works, smiling at the few younger

Sil Kilvin: children in the grove.::

TrinitysMatrix: ::Stirring on the edge of the grove, the assassin watches the drow carefully. The feelings of love sickening her. Seeing other children in the grove with her didn't make for a good kill. Little Miss Kilvin had to go, it was the only

TrinitysMatrix: way to get at the young king::

Sil Kilvin: ::She laughed at the two girls playing tag, running after them. Playing along for several moments, then finally shooing them into the fields:: Pick blackberries and I will make you a pie tonight. Away with you!

Sil Kilvin: ::Back at the fire she began to work on the salve that GoldenMyst was famous for, adding a few new ingredients of her own to strengthen it. Strange that the grove was so quiet this morning. It had been bustling yesterday. She

Sil Kilvin: smiled thinking that Nicho had caught her dancing. She loved everything about the grove. Just as she loved everything about her young king.::

TrinitysMatrix: ::Ah. Timing is everything. As soon as the other children were gone, the evil drow emerged from the trees. Colorless eyes locked on her target as she spoke:: Tluin maglust zhah naut ves sreen'aur whol natha waelin ligrr...

Sil Kilvin: :: Dark blue eyes raised to the female. She could feel the evil coming off her in waves, but she nodded:: One is always safe in the light. For it is there that Eilistraee guards us. ::She realized that she was scared, and this was

Sil Kilvin: not a normal emotion for her. She knew her bracers were off to the side, her only defense was the dagger in her hand.:: The sun shine on you sister drow. ::Her voice did not waver::

TrinitysMatrix: ::An evil chuckle at her faith in Eilistraee. She dropped the drow tongue for now:: Do you really think that Eilistraee will save you? ::Eyeing the blade in the girls hand knowing it wouldn't help her now::

Sil Kilvin: Xun dos naut ssinssrin ulu dro wun l' ssussun , wun l' da'rex d'lil olath wenress .

Sil Kilvin: ::That chin raised defiantly.:: My goddess will use me as she sees fit, for I am hers. Why do you come to this place with malice in your heart?

TrinitysMatrix: No, I have no desire to put my faith in her. That was lost to me long ago young daughter of Kia. Tell me, did she keep your uncle so safe?

Sil Kilvin: ::She was still for several moments at the mention of her mother and her uncle:::

Sil Kilvin: I was created for the dark maidens pupose. Created to be my mothers daughter. My uncle I did not know, but even his death became the strength of my family. My aunt is a stronger woman now. There is purpose in all, and it is not

Sil Kilvin: for me to presume knowledge of such things. I am a vessel. What some have meant for curses, others have used for joy. It is as it should be.

TrinitysMatrix: ::Laughs:: Created? No. You are not even of your family's blood. A bastard child found in a tavern. You are nothing more than that. No wonder your boy king would have someone else as his queen. You are too young to know of true

TrinitysMatrix: love and you and he do not deserve to know of it without the heartaches that come with it.

Sil Kilvin: The drow who gave me bith served her purpose, the creatures that killed her served their puprose, the brothers who left me served theirs, and that which brought my true family served theirs. All that I may serve Eilistraees purpose

Sil Kilvin: . ::Her faith was strong:: It is as it should be. ::The words stung when she spoke of Nicho. Would he truly rather have a different queen? Secretly she always feared that her drowness would interfere. She tried to force that

Sil Kilvin: from her eyes::

Sil Kilvin: ::Taking a deep breath she met the colorless empty eyes of the other woman.:: What is your purpose, Sister Drow?

TrinitysMatrix: Love should not be wasted on the likes of a drow like you. Even the lineage that you claim from your mother is not so glorious. My purpose is to rid this world of you. There are those that seek to find ways to destroy the young

TrinitysMatrix: king and you are one of the keys.

Sil Kilvin: I am not a key. Keys are too important. I am merely a hinge. The will of the goddess rests on me and I am merely a means by which the door swings. You are a fool if you think that my death will weaken the king.

TrinitysMatrix: Is that so? Well why don't we find out. I do believe his heart rests in your hands. Let's see what happens when you drop it. ::In one swift move she grabs the drow girl spining her around to hold her at her chest with a blade at her

TrinitysMatrix: throat::

Sil Kilvin: ::She stabbed her dagger backwards, burying it in the drow behind her. Feeling the warm blood on her hand tears spilled from her eyes.::

TrinitysMatrix: ::Grits her teeth from the pain but doesn't let go. Instead she leans down and whispers into her ear as she grabs her wrist and disarms her::

TrinitysMatrix: Dos ph' uljabplynn ka dos talinth dos orn dro though nindol tangi. Dosst vlos orn tlu pholor ukt rahi.

Sil Kilvin: ::A growl left the young priestess as her wrist was wrenched the bloodied dagger fell to the ground. The woman's voice in her ear caused goosebumps to rise on her flesh.:: A blessing of light on your house, Sister Drow. :::Tears

Sil Kilvin: slid down her cheeks. She fought to keep her mind closed, but inspite of herself a thought would echo to Nicho of her love, and one would go to her mother as well.:: May my blood bring light to your flesh so that all will know the

Sil Kilvin: purpose you have served......

TrinitysMatrix: You're blood may stain my flesh, but it will mark him and his heart forever. ::The moment her words trailed off, she stealthly slid the blade across the young drows throat, letting her blood flow freely::

Sil Kilvin: ::She was surprised at the sharp sting, wondering for a moment what was going to happen, she tried to respond to the womans words, but could not find her voice. Confusion lit her young face. ::

Sil Kilvin: ::Suddenly it seemed like she was falling, but felt the drows arms tightly around her. She was falling out of her body somehow, as she tried to stop her fall, her body twitched with no thought of its own::

TrinitysMatrix: ::She let go of her and took a step back:: Let it be known that your love for him took your life.

Sil Kilvin: ::She did not hear the words. She was surprised to see Eilistraee standing before her, catching her in her strong arms, even as the body fell to the ground. ::

Sil Kilvin: ::Even more surprising was seeing Zarra, it was only then that she knew what this meant.::

TrinitysMatrix: ::She stood silently watching her die. When all was said and done, she gathers up the lifeless body of the drow girl then turns and walks the path that led to GoldenMyst Castle::

[Trinity]

::Finding the young King, she stands before him. The drow girl's lifeless body in her arms:: "The price of being King is a high one." ::Carelessly dropping the body at his feet, colorless eyes watching him for a minute, then turns to take her leave, only to stop and look at him once more:: Her blood is on your hands. And they will never come clean. ::Turning around, she walks out the door of the castle, slipping into the forest never to be seen again::

[Kolava]

{{I hate to interrupt this interesting turn of events with OOC, but it's fairly unrealistic to assume that a drow carrieng a dead Sil can not only walk into the castle and find Nicho, deliver her corpse, give the speech, and watch him for a moment but actually walk out afterwards in one piece, unharassed and unfollowed. Either by "walk" you mean some sort of sprint, by "dropping at his feet" you mean leaving it at the gate, and the speech was actually delivered by note, or the events need to be revised a bit}}

[Trinity]

_{I hate to interrupt this interesting turn of events with OOC}

((Then don't. It's roleplay. I simply followed the instructions given to me. You don't like? That's not my problem Mr. Kolava. How about you keep your OOC while we roleplay. Sounds good to me.))

[Trinity]

Now I know why so many want all of you dead and GoldenMyst destroyed! Just because you don't like a post or a storyline, you just change it to suit your likes and needs. The post I put up there was for a reason. Not to mention as I said before it was what I was told to do. But because you, Nicho and Kolava, didn't like it, you just brush it off and change the story to what 'you' like. That is moding. And it's blantant. Sil mun had had enough of the BS with Nicho and his 'ladies' so this was her choice. This is the way she wanted it. You should respect her storyline and run it the way it was intended. Not the way you see fit. Everyone was right. This is a dictatorship.

[Kolava]

I'd normally be eager to argue, but this is barely even worth it. Everyone from whom I've heard about this storyline, except you, has agreed that it was sudden and without plan, simply a cover for underlying OOC issues. Your take on "what she wants" is therefore dubious, and your outrage over our "blatent moding" is without foundation, not to mention hypocrital for obvious reasons (see my above post concerning your moding). Altering minor details in a spur-of-the-moment storyline so that it is better in line with common sense is not moding, especially when the mun at the heart of the storyline (Sil-mun) does not believe so.

[King Nicho Klojhen]

Guest-Trinity said:

::Finding the young King, she stands before him. The drow girl's lifeless body in her arms::

This did not happen, she did not come to the castle and find the young king, I happen to know he was away fighting a demon at the time.

Guest-Trinity said:

::Turning around, she walks out the door of the castle, slipping into the forest never to be seen again::

As Kolava stated before, such a person would never have been allowed to leave.

The thing about role-play that some people don't seem to understand is that just because you state something, that doesn't necessarily make it so.

People tend to hate what they cannot change or force. GoldenMyst at least insists on a bit of realism in an unreal world.