Sentlit

1. Dogs or cats? 2. Is bald a hairstyle or a condition? 3. Free will or predestination? 4. Shaken or stirred? 5. Chocolate or vanilla?

"Arcane Magic should by no means be considered an impure or corrupt practice- however its regulation to keep dolts and the mentally unstable from using it seems to me a fine idea." Cyrus would lightly interject.

I think Narthok wants to see something similar to the elves of TES, where they went on a conquest at one point to take over the world, is this right? Do you want to see elven conquest? If this is so, i mist point out the supposed elven blessing, that of a peaceful domain.

Cyrus bows his head humbly as he is given the task, saying no more than "Yes ma'am." and accepting the pile of dresses. He knows not at all how to clean a dress properly, but carries on regardless. After folding the dresses neatly over his arm, he would walk into town in the waning light, met by much smirking and amused whispering. In town, Cyrus would consult a tailor who was closing up shop which would assure him the proper method of cleaning fancier fabrics. The tailor sells him a bit of soap and chuckles as Cyrus leaves with the dresses. Once returning to town, Cyrus would retrieve the bucket he stowed and fill it with water. Near the edge of the river where water moved, Cyrus fills the bucket and dips one of the dresses in the water. Carefully he would scrub over the dress with the soap, working out any traces of dirt carefully with his own hands with but the silver moonlight to assist him. He then rinses the dress with the water and rolls the dress over itself to press out excess water. Then, repeating the process he would clean the other two dresses and string them up to dry. Later in the morning, the dresses would finally come dry, and Cyrus would inspect each for any deformities or bits of dirt that were missed. It would appear that the dresses are, despite working overnight, quite clean. Just before noon, Cyrus would approach the Calith's door again. Upon opening the door, one would find a rather weary elf, whose own clothes require cleaning and with exhausted posture bearing neatly folded dresses, immaculate in appearance. Dark circles lay under Cyrus' eyes as he struggles to remain focused and attentive. "The task you required... is complete. What will you have me do now..?" he would say to the person at the door.

Welcome :P

Name: Cyrus Age: ~200 Gender: Male [OOC] Do you possess region permissions yet? I do not. In-game name: Sentlit

Regarding Cyrenn, Cyrus exhales slowly and says "It will be possible for me to fetch you tea and some pastry, but if I enter that library within the Elven week, the 'book-keeper' will have my head..." At another time, Cyrus would nod to Seth curtly, replying "Understood." and then striding away to begin cleaning the Inn. He would once again borrow from his friend a broom, but now he also would carry with him an empty bucket and a rag. Cyrus fills the bucket with water and begins to wipe down the tables, seats, and counters with a damp rag and sweeping the floors. The sun again would begin to set before a rather exhausted Cyrus would be satisfied with a rather spotless inn. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he returns once more to Seth's residence for perhaps another task. He keeps the cleaning supplies nearby in the case that he needs yet again to clean a public area.

After some time, Cyrus would return to Seth, simply stating "Ser, I have cleaned the steps well, but I have not any means to acquire a warded object at this time. For this, I apologize. Even so, one of the tasks that you had required is completed. Are you satisfied, or do you wish some other task of me?" Some other time in the day, Cyrus regards Cyrenn as he is waved off "The Scrolls of the Eastern Isles- what are they and where might I acquire them, ser?"

Cyrus does not stop running until he reaches Yulnii's door and knocks upon it rapidly. When it would open, he'd exclaim, huffing "There's... a ghost... in the library... I couldn't... get... the books..." After managing to get the words out, he'd lean heavily upon the doorway.

Cyrus quickly decides that avoiding the wrath of The Eternal Librarian is much more important than a 'small, simple' task that he can complete later. Courageously Cyrus would run up the steps of the library and burst through the front doors to escape the surging spectre.

Cyrus, with hands still shaking stutters, "N-no Ma'am. You need not." Cyrus backs into the room nearby and begins to set the books back where he found them, but leaving them sticking out just a bit and keeping one eye on the angered ghost. Once done, he slowly turns and awaits the Librarian's response.

Cyrus shudders as the temperatures decrease violently and his hands begin to shake. "M-ms Librarian..." he stutters "Do you stand in the way of my path to purity?"

Cyrus exhales with half-frustration, regarding the Librarian "I do believe we have met in rather sour circumstances, and I hope you understand that my intentions are correct. Assessing the situation, to you it would appear as if I am perhaps some book thief, and to me, you could be nothing more than a rather angry ghost. I myself have considered the possibility that you may be the keeper of the Tahn'siol library- after listening to what you have said. It seems entirely reasonable to assume that you are not who you say you are, for I have but just met you- and you the same to me. So- either we can stand at an impasse of misunderstanding and distrust, or we can take a moment to assess the situation and decide what is in actual reality." Cyrus clears his throat "Now, I can see this situation ending in several ways. You can choose to trust me despite your first impression or you can verify my identity as Cyrus- one who studies all things magical and mystical- and allow me to be on my way. I would prefer not these ways, but I can simply take the books by force and return them later or spend a couple days copying the books. I will not under simple circumstance leave empty-handed without solid and strong reason." ((Acquiring the Wolf-companion for Ellir))

Cyrus would shudder, an odd feeling in the back of his mind as if unspeakable atrocities were being enacted upon written works somewhere in the world as this very moment. ((Interesting movement, I await to see where it goes))

Cyrus would pick up the book and flip through it for a few moments, before saying "Curious" and leaving the book behind on the table.

Cyrus pauses for a moment, looking to The Eternal Librarian. "I see. I suppose I have never read a book outside of a library..." He then looks away, a bit embarrassed "Right, I suppose I shall require proper permission. Might you allow me to bring these books outside of the library?" Early the next morning, Cyrus, after having cleaned the steps leading to Tahn'siol, receives the task to pluck a few stones from their resting places under the lake. Seeing no other suitable way to retrieve the stones, Cyrus clothes himself in his older, darker garb and wades out into the lake, plunging down and bringing up a fine variety of different, smooth stones varying from dull and gray to a deep black, most of them covered in a layer of moss. After retrieving a dozen assorted stones to shore, Cyrus wraps them up in a cut of leather and presents them to Kaelthes. Some time in the afternoon, Cyrus would turn suddenly to a voice regarding him. Upon receiving the quest to acquire a wolf of silver hair, he makes a mental note "Right... an illusion breaking ward and a wolf pup."

Cyrus turns so that he is facing The Eternal Librarian squarely "I understand. However, I shall not put these books immediately back upon the shelf without proper reason- for someone requires them of me."

Cyrus' eyebrows furrow with half-worry "Do not you see the purpose for which I bear these books?"

Cyrus would stand silently for a moment before saying "Immediately? Pardon?"

As Cyrus' eyes run over the note, a look of mild displeasure comes across his face. As many do after reading something, Cyrus voices his opinion to himself "Only the weak of mind succumb to mental deterioration- and is not the study of the Arcane a science? We cannot simply ignore the more mystical and seemingly less orderly sides of our world."

Cyrus jumps just as he was to leave the library. "Ah- I'm terribly sorry- I did not see anyone present, so I thought the books were free to borrow. You see, I am fetching these books for a resident of Tahn'siol as to amend the wrongs that I have done against the Mali'thill. Pray you allow me to fulfill this task?" Later, Cyrus would bow his head to Kalenz and simply state "Thank you, llir." At another time, Cyrus would look to Seth and respond- "Let it be known that I will attempt to complete both, ser. I shall clean the steps for sure, and certainly try my best within a reasonable time to retrieve the warded object you require." With this, Cyrus descends the steps to Tahn'siol. He exhales slowly and simply closes his eyes, letting all excess thoughts leave from his mind. Then suddenly, in one smooth stroke, he theatrically twirls his arms over then under his right shoulder, and a rush of water appears just under his fingertips. On the upstroke, the conjured water is released, and dust and dirt fall off to the side of the first step. Inhaling, his arms would twirl the other way, another rush of water running over the second step. From the top of the steps, it would appear quite the spectacle. Cyrus exhales quickly and releases his concentration with a bit of sweat accumulating upon his brow. This is certainly not a way to be dealing with dirty steps... An hour later, Cyrus is seen humbly sweeping the steps of Tahn'siol with a broom borrowed from an old friend just as the sun is about to set. Night falls as he reaches the top step and he exhales once more, wiping the sweat from his brow. He mumbles to himself "Just a ward now, right?"

Cyrus replies quickly, yet softly "Yes, ma'am. It shall be so." before striding purposefully toward the Tahn'siol library. Descending the steps, he runs his hand against the stone sides of the eternal library and listening to the echo of his feet against the stony floors. Upon reaching the bottom, he would begin his search over the vast shelves that had recently been repaired. After several minutes of searching, Cyrus compiles a suitable collection of tomes named thusly: "An Introduction to Internal Architecture and Design" "History of the Valah" - volumes I and II "History of the Elder Tree" "Recounting the Travels of the Mali'aheral" and "Techniques with Paints, Oils, and Dyes" ((Void below due to conflict with the librarian :P)) (666th post >.>)

I differ in your idea- for they do not have the same end. One starts with roleplaying and ends with mc death- and maybe roleplay afterwards. The other starts with roleplay, has roleplay in the middle, and possibly ends with roleplay. The PvPing option does not create a story but for that is before the fight, and plays on the skills of the operator OOCly if done properly. It resolves conflicts relatively quickly. If not done ideally, people get killed for items or those with inferior computers instantly lose. This is not necessarily an even playing field. The roleplaying option creates more of a story than *he gets ran through by a sword* and plays to the skills of each character if done properly. If not done ideally, then one finds PGing and a debate-war. Unless each party is rolling for each action, this is not an even playing field. I encourage roll- based roleplay fighting. It's always even and adds a story element to the fighting. As Hannah Montana once said "You get the best of both worlds"

It has been brought to the attention to the general public of Tahn'siol that an outsider high elf, named Cyrus, found to be of pure birth seeks to attain full purity and citizenship in the Silver City. As per custom, Cyrus visits the residences of each Mali'thill, listing the following crimes against his race: -having been of impure mind and flawed principle -having been apart from the Silver City - having desecrated appearance with undesired color In order to seek redemption, Cyrus would request that each citizen grant him tasks as to rid himself of his impurity and begin the life of a Mali'thill. He stands silently at the doorway, awaiting the requests of the citizens... ((Forum RP, please. It is much easier this way.))