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darkelf105Nicky colored Kiriel, who is a character in the comic we are attempting to create. I will enventually post writings for those of you interested to peruse, back stories and bios of the characters. But this is Kiriel. Ryan drew him, I redrew him and Nicky inked and colored him. He should have a lace cravat but Nicky tells me this will be done on another photoshop layer.
Also, here is some back story on Shasta Daisy. It will be confusing for anyone who is not Nicky, but if you don't like anything, or want to ask a question feel free.
Shan’va Terelis’s eyes widened. He was lying on his couch when he felt a slight touch to his mind. The presence was faint, feather-light and warm. It felt beautiful in his thoughts, a faint glowing wisp of being. He thought he smelled something sweet, something that he had no comparison for. And then, like a rush of a magic spell’s dissipation, it was gone.
Shan’va got up slowly, he wasn’t very tired and shouldn’t have been trying to enter the dreaming, but the dream place was one of the few where he could escape Niven. His twin had been particularly odious lately and his pranks had grown increasingly violent and cruel. Shan’va did not want what had happened in the slave canyon to ever occur again, so he avoided his brother. Niven, for his part, was still furious that Shan’va had betrayed him and tried to save the slave instead of obey him. Niven did not like losing control and his anger was boundless. Shan’va groaned thinking of his twin, but the half-demon youth was also curious about the presence that had been showing up in his dreams of late. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced and he was not sure he could put into words what it felt like when the being touched his thoughts. But he needed the library in order to even begin to puzzle out what the being was and why it was was getting into his head. To go to the library, however, required leaving his peaceful, warded rooms where Niven was effectively barred.
Shan’va briefly considered summoning Quell, but he doubted Quell would answer. Shan’va was not the twin Quell feared or respected, in fact, few talked to Shan’va at all. Niven was the darling of the house and their mother’s new favorite pet. Shan’va had been summarily dismissed after he had failed to live up to Niven’s magical achievements.
As he got up, Shan’va pulled a tunic over his head and straightened his hair. He glanced briefly at the mirror across from his couch and frowned. He did not particularly care for his appearance, for though he was beautiful, he also appeared cruel and powerful. Shan’va smirked for he was neither cruel nor powerful and had no desire to be either. Niven more than made up for his lack of character.
As he was leaving the room, he felt the presence briefly, but this time it was tinged with something else. Shan’va gasped in horror at the pain he felt lancing through the whisper being in his mind.
“Help me save this one.” Shan’va choked. The being had never spoken before, had never used words. Shan’va had been certain that what ever he was communicating with had not been aware of its intrusions on his mind. Now it was apparent that the being’s contacts had been no accident.
“I don’t know what you mean…,” he whispered. “But if I can, I will help.”
“Be careful what you promise,” and with that all connection with the ethereal presence was severed. Shan’va felt hollow inside and his knees were shaking. He was more determined than ever to get to the library. There was a new slave there, from the surface and he knew things that no dark elf in the city did. Shan’va had a feeling the man could help. Quell had been using him as a research assistant and Shan’va knew that Quell would not entrust something as vital as the plans for the council’s war project to just any slave.
The library was three floor above Shan’va’s room and he briefly considered using magic to get there. However, Shan’va was not that proficient a mage yet. He had no doubt that Niven would have been able to, but he was clueless. He must walk, and with the walk face the possibility of seeing Niven. He hurried through the luxurious green and black halls of his palace home and tried to get to the library as unobtrusively as possible. Shan’va was about to push open the double doors and step through when something splattered his tunic and burned.
Also, here is some back story on Shasta Daisy. It will be confusing for anyone who is not Nicky, but if you don't like anything, or want to ask a question feel free.
Shan’va Terelis’s eyes widened. He was lying on his couch when he felt a slight touch to his mind. The presence was faint, feather-light and warm. It felt beautiful in his thoughts, a faint glowing wisp of being. He thought he smelled something sweet, something that he had no comparison for. And then, like a rush of a magic spell’s dissipation, it was gone.
Shan’va got up slowly, he wasn’t very tired and shouldn’t have been trying to enter the dreaming, but the dream place was one of the few where he could escape Niven. His twin had been particularly odious lately and his pranks had grown increasingly violent and cruel. Shan’va did not want what had happened in the slave canyon to ever occur again, so he avoided his brother. Niven, for his part, was still furious that Shan’va had betrayed him and tried to save the slave instead of obey him. Niven did not like losing control and his anger was boundless. Shan’va groaned thinking of his twin, but the half-demon youth was also curious about the presence that had been showing up in his dreams of late. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced and he was not sure he could put into words what it felt like when the being touched his thoughts. But he needed the library in order to even begin to puzzle out what the being was and why it was was getting into his head. To go to the library, however, required leaving his peaceful, warded rooms where Niven was effectively barred.
Shan’va briefly considered summoning Quell, but he doubted Quell would answer. Shan’va was not the twin Quell feared or respected, in fact, few talked to Shan’va at all. Niven was the darling of the house and their mother’s new favorite pet. Shan’va had been summarily dismissed after he had failed to live up to Niven’s magical achievements.
As he got up, Shan’va pulled a tunic over his head and straightened his hair. He glanced briefly at the mirror across from his couch and frowned. He did not particularly care for his appearance, for though he was beautiful, he also appeared cruel and powerful. Shan’va smirked for he was neither cruel nor powerful and had no desire to be either. Niven more than made up for his lack of character.
As he was leaving the room, he felt the presence briefly, but this time it was tinged with something else. Shan’va gasped in horror at the pain he felt lancing through the whisper being in his mind.
“Help me save this one.” Shan’va choked. The being had never spoken before, had never used words. Shan’va had been certain that what ever he was communicating with had not been aware of its intrusions on his mind. Now it was apparent that the being’s contacts had been no accident.
“I don’t know what you mean…,” he whispered. “But if I can, I will help.”
“Be careful what you promise,” and with that all connection with the ethereal presence was severed. Shan’va felt hollow inside and his knees were shaking. He was more determined than ever to get to the library. There was a new slave there, from the surface and he knew things that no dark elf in the city did. Shan’va had a feeling the man could help. Quell had been using him as a research assistant and Shan’va knew that Quell would not entrust something as vital as the plans for the council’s war project to just any slave.
The library was three floor above Shan’va’s room and he briefly considered using magic to get there. However, Shan’va was not that proficient a mage yet. He had no doubt that Niven would have been able to, but he was clueless. He must walk, and with the walk face the possibility of seeing Niven. He hurried through the luxurious green and black halls of his palace home and tried to get to the library as unobtrusively as possible. Shan’va was about to push open the double doors and step through when something splattered his tunic and burned.
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