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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>Fenris has chosen a beautiful place on the south side of the Firmament cemetery and made extensive preparations for the work he is about to undertake. Not to mention the amount of crown he has forked out for both the plot and the materials. "Just lay the sacks out there, Thelergramor," he says to his lone companion in the work, "And don't even think about pocketing any of those gems!"<br> <br>Fenris spends 100000 Crown for RP reasons.<br> <br>"Wouldn't dream of it, Fenris." Comes Thelergramor's response a moment later. The wolf assisted in picking the location, to an extent. He sets down the sacks he'd been hauling about where directed, then stretches lightly. "Think this is actually gonna work, yeah? I'm oddly optimistic..."<br> <br>Fenris shakes his head and shrugs non-commitally. "No clue, Thel," he admits, "But it will be a start, I think. Now pour those gems over here and I will get started." The tiger empties a sack of precious metals and stones beside several blocks of fine marble and other stones he had transported here, then sits on the ground and begins to concentrate, reaching out below the earth and feeling the materials he has brought with carefully calculated earth math. He takes a deep breath, then sets to work, drawing on all that he knows abouth earth magic to carry out his carefully made plan.<br> <br>Thelergramor nods and does as instructed, pouring gems where Fenris wanted them then dropping the empty sack off to one side and lets Fenris do his thing. "Might need to teach me some of that stuff. Earth magic's not been getting along with me lately..." Doesn't go into detail, instead just scratching his neck as he watches Fenris work...<br> <br>The skies darken a bit as a cloud passes through the skies, the whistling of the wind passing through the grass and tombstones before a clatter of what sounds like bones fill the air as Pyrrha appears amidst the group! The spirit showing to the group as the skeletal remains of a Gazelle, her bones just covered with a thin black burial cloth used as dress. She doesn't interupt Fenris' focus though, the tiger perfecting his work, as she instead almost hovers her way with each step to the gems... Her hand reaching down to scoop one up and inspect it silently!<br> <br>The statue is a marvel. Stone and precious metals melt and flow under Fenris' guidance, forming into a sturdy plinth, deeply rooted in the earth. Atop the plinth and its delicate scrollwork is a beautifully rendered female figure in flowing robes that look as though they would stir with the breeze. Her form is that of a delicate Creator woman with long, flowing hair, wearing a helm made from the skull of a large bird, a raven perhaps, and great wings of shining black obsidian spread behind her. Her fine boned hands and slender, robed arms hold another figure, shrouded in a granite shroud of their own. It is obviously a being laid lovingly to rest, though within those stone wrappings, it could be any kind of being. Male, female, old young. The woman with the raven helm looks at the shroud in her arms with a matronly, loving gaze, as if holding a sleeping child. |
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| + | Around the woman a spiral of birds rise, almost life-like with the varied colors of stone used in their making. Ravens, owls, kites and many others swirl about, giving a beautiful frame to the touching tableau in the center. The precious stones at the base flow upward, filling the eyes of the flying birds and taking places around the base, while a perfect diamond takes its place on the Raven woman's ring finger. The details go deeper and deeper as one watches until Fenris finally gasps, sweat dampening his brow and fluffy chest as he emerges from his trance.<br> <br>Thelergramor watches the statue form, somewhat awed by Fenris's ability. He then notices Pyrrha and immediately kneels, all solemn and respectful. Trying to look all 'I'm undeserving and such,' even removing his hood this time. Sounding all humble, the wolf says "You honor us, m'lady." Once gain kissing her ass...<br> <br>The spirit remains silent, even as Thel falls to his knees before her as she looks up to the statue, walking forward with hushed foot steps before he gently floats in the air before fenris... Her gaze fixed to the statue as she admires it, before reaching out to touch the head. Her own form begins to shift, mirroring the statue though the creator body is nothing but a skeleton with bone wings. "... I am pretty." Her voice is cold and soft as she looks to the statue, and if she could smile as a skeleton perhaps she would! Instead she's left to be sitting there in the air solemly as she admires the tigers work.<br> <br>Fenris breathes raggedly and deeply, as though he has run a marathon, rather than sight in silent contemplation for the span of a few moments. "Welcome, White Lady," he gasps, "Forgive me if I am. . . a bit winded." The tiger struggles to his knees, bowing his head and nearly leaning on the statue. Plinth and figure, the thing stand nearly ten feet high and makes for an impressive monument. | ||
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| + | "You are both beautiful and kind, Lady Death," Fenris says, trying to regain his composure after his monumental effort, "I hope that both the statue and its inscription please you." He lays a hand on the stone plinth, where the last of his efforts carved the word "THANATOS" in large, ornate letters and the script of a poem beneath.<br> <br>Thelergramor remains bowed, not looking at the spirit for he wants to make her feel as above him as possible. "An honor to be in your presence again." The wolf says, tail almost wagging to make his point. He awaits her reaction to the monument, hoping it satisfies her...<br> <br>"Do not speak." Her words are soft as she runs her fingers over each individual word of the inscriptions as she reads through it all slowly before she floats down gently to the ground, her feet touching into the grass slowly with nary a sound as she remains silent for a moment. When she speaks finally her, voice is soft and almost more sorrowed then is usual from the crazed spirit. "I have a rendezvous with Death, At some disputed barricade, When Spring comes back with rustling shade, And apple-blossoms fill the air. I have a rendezvous with Death, When Spring brings back blue days and fair." | ||
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| + | She turns her gaze slowly to the two that aided in it's constructions, her words surprisingly strained and tired. "I miss these words. I miss the understanding from my children. I miss from when it was all stolen from me... This, is acceptable."<br> <br>Fenris has managed to slow his breathing and composed himself from his effort. He gives the Spirit a genuine smile. "I am glad," he says, "It must be hard to be so feared for your kindness and your duty. Will you rest, and speak with me. . . with us for a time?" The look on the tiger's face is pained, but hopeful. "I would learn from you," he says, "And ask some comfort, if you have any to spare."<br> <br>Thelergramor's tail almost wags, as it seems they were successful. "As would I." The wolf adds after Fenris's request for learning, though he adds: "I'm... probably unworthy of anything from one such as yourself." Tries to play up that she's glorious, and he's not, hopefully without being too transparent to Pyrrha. "All lovely and..." Voice trails off, still bowed over to the ground. | ||
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Log
Fenris has chosen a beautiful place on the south side of the Firmament cemetery and made extensive preparations for the work he is about to undertake. Not to mention the amount of crown he has forked out for both the plot and the materials. "Just lay the sacks out there, Thelergramor," he says to his lone companion in the work, "And don't even think about pocketing any of those gems!"
Fenris spends 100000 Crown for RP reasons.
"Wouldn't dream of it, Fenris." Comes Thelergramor's response a moment later. The wolf assisted in picking the location, to an extent. He sets down the sacks he'd been hauling about where directed, then stretches lightly. "Think this is actually gonna work, yeah? I'm oddly optimistic..."
Fenris shakes his head and shrugs non-commitally. "No clue, Thel," he admits, "But it will be a start, I think. Now pour those gems over here and I will get started." The tiger empties a sack of precious metals and stones beside several blocks of fine marble and other stones he had transported here, then sits on the ground and begins to concentrate, reaching out below the earth and feeling the materials he has brought with carefully calculated earth math. He takes a deep breath, then sets to work, drawing on all that he knows abouth earth magic to carry out his carefully made plan.
Thelergramor nods and does as instructed, pouring gems where Fenris wanted them then dropping the empty sack off to one side and lets Fenris do his thing. "Might need to teach me some of that stuff. Earth magic's not been getting along with me lately..." Doesn't go into detail, instead just scratching his neck as he watches Fenris work...
The skies darken a bit as a cloud passes through the skies, the whistling of the wind passing through the grass and tombstones before a clatter of what sounds like bones fill the air as Pyrrha appears amidst the group! The spirit showing to the group as the skeletal remains of a Gazelle, her bones just covered with a thin black burial cloth used as dress. She doesn't interupt Fenris' focus though, the tiger perfecting his work, as she instead almost hovers her way with each step to the gems... Her hand reaching down to scoop one up and inspect it silently!
The statue is a marvel. Stone and precious metals melt and flow under Fenris' guidance, forming into a sturdy plinth, deeply rooted in the earth. Atop the plinth and its delicate scrollwork is a beautifully rendered female figure in flowing robes that look as though they would stir with the breeze. Her form is that of a delicate Creator woman with long, flowing hair, wearing a helm made from the skull of a large bird, a raven perhaps, and great wings of shining black obsidian spread behind her. Her fine boned hands and slender, robed arms hold another figure, shrouded in a granite shroud of their own. It is obviously a being laid lovingly to rest, though within those stone wrappings, it could be any kind of being. Male, female, old young. The woman with the raven helm looks at the shroud in her arms with a matronly, loving gaze, as if holding a sleeping child.
Around the woman a spiral of birds rise, almost life-like with the varied colors of stone used in their making. Ravens, owls, kites and many others swirl about, giving a beautiful frame to the touching tableau in the center. The precious stones at the base flow upward, filling the eyes of the flying birds and taking places around the base, while a perfect diamond takes its place on the Raven woman's ring finger. The details go deeper and deeper as one watches until Fenris finally gasps, sweat dampening his brow and fluffy chest as he emerges from his trance.
Thelergramor watches the statue form, somewhat awed by Fenris's ability. He then notices Pyrrha and immediately kneels, all solemn and respectful. Trying to look all 'I'm undeserving and such,' even removing his hood this time. Sounding all humble, the wolf says "You honor us, m'lady." Once gain kissing her ass...
The spirit remains silent, even as Thel falls to his knees before her as she looks up to the statue, walking forward with hushed foot steps before he gently floats in the air before fenris... Her gaze fixed to the statue as she admires it, before reaching out to touch the head. Her own form begins to shift, mirroring the statue though the creator body is nothing but a skeleton with bone wings. "... I am pretty." Her voice is cold and soft as she looks to the statue, and if she could smile as a skeleton perhaps she would! Instead she's left to be sitting there in the air solemly as she admires the tigers work.
Fenris breathes raggedly and deeply, as though he has run a marathon, rather than sight in silent contemplation for the span of a few moments. "Welcome, White Lady," he gasps, "Forgive me if I am. . . a bit winded." The tiger struggles to his knees, bowing his head and nearly leaning on the statue. Plinth and figure, the thing stand nearly ten feet high and makes for an impressive monument.
"You are both beautiful and kind, Lady Death," Fenris says, trying to regain his composure after his monumental effort, "I hope that both the statue and its inscription please you." He lays a hand on the stone plinth, where the last of his efforts carved the word "THANATOS" in large, ornate letters and the script of a poem beneath.
Thelergramor remains bowed, not looking at the spirit for he wants to make her feel as above him as possible. "An honor to be in your presence again." The wolf says, tail almost wagging to make his point. He awaits her reaction to the monument, hoping it satisfies her...
"Do not speak." Her words are soft as she runs her fingers over each individual word of the inscriptions as she reads through it all slowly before she floats down gently to the ground, her feet touching into the grass slowly with nary a sound as she remains silent for a moment. When she speaks finally her, voice is soft and almost more sorrowed then is usual from the crazed spirit. "I have a rendezvous with Death, At some disputed barricade, When Spring comes back with rustling shade, And apple-blossoms fill the air. I have a rendezvous with Death, When Spring brings back blue days and fair."
She turns her gaze slowly to the two that aided in it's constructions, her words surprisingly strained and tired. "I miss these words. I miss the understanding from my children. I miss from when it was all stolen from me... This, is acceptable."
Fenris has managed to slow his breathing and composed himself from his effort. He gives the Spirit a genuine smile. "I am glad," he says, "It must be hard to be so feared for your kindness and your duty. Will you rest, and speak with me. . . with us for a time?" The look on the tiger's face is pained, but hopeful. "I would learn from you," he says, "And ask some comfort, if you have any to spare."
Thelergramor's tail almost wags, as it seems they were successful. "As would I." The wolf adds after Fenris's request for learning, though he adds: "I'm... probably unworthy of anything from one such as yourself." Tries to play up that she's glorious, and he's not, hopefully without being too transparent to Pyrrha. "All lovely and..." Voice trails off, still bowed over to the ground.
