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Far From Home - Eifiona
« on: July 03, 2023, 06:41:28 AM »
Eifiona Rhiann

(Commissioned by me, art by Dinwardo)

Race: Darkonian Elf
Origin: Darkon, The Lands of Mist

Description:
Eifiona is a darkonian elf with violet eyes and, somewhat unusually for her people, white hair. She is relatively slender and does not give the impression of one who has performed much hard physical labor in their life. She wears a glove at all times on her left hand. No religious symbol could be found on her. Her clothing most frequently seems to err more on the side of aesthetics rather than practicality.

Themesongs:
Chapter 1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=giTZEOWMiL4
Chapter 2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EX1LnLb6mbw
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Re: Far From Home - Eifiona
« Reply #1 on: July 15, 2023, 08:49:40 PM »
3rd of July 778


The elf closed the door of the innroom behind her. The sounds of the tavern below were slightly muted now, if still faintly audible. Eifiona took a moment to take stock of the room. The necessities were there. No mirror though. She was glad for that, she was not sure she wanted to look in one right now. Who knew what else might be there. The early, cool spring air came in through the not particularly well sealed window. Eifiona sighed softly. She - hated - the cold. Still, it could not be helped for now. Her shawl came off, followed by the remainder of the enchanted clothing that served so well to give her some, if ever so small, measure of safety. The only thing remaining now were her small clothes, and the glove she always wore on her left. Eifiona looked at it for several moments, bared toes tapping lightly against the wood, before the creeping cold finally convinced her to take action.

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Eifiona was now wrapped into blankets, only her head emerging from the cocoon of cloth. This at least, served well enough to keep the nights chill away from most of her. She hated the cold. The thought echoing in her head again. Still, Eifiona pulled her right arm from the blankets, looking at her right hand, opening and closing her fingers. The elf rolled over, resting her cheek against her palm, pulling her legs in towards her chest. She practiced her breathing, then slowly, relaxed. Sinking into reverie did not come easy to her this night. It did not come easily to her on most nights. Still, it came eventually, and her body rested for the night. Only a few tears ran down her cheeks this night.
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Re: Far From Home - Eifiona
« Reply #2 on: July 25, 2023, 03:50:01 AM »
15th of July 778

Metal-reinforced boots clicked on the floor as Eifiona entered her innroom. She closed the door, then locked it, before performing a gesture before her face. Her elven sight was reinforced shortly after, sharply outlining the interior of the room, the magic she had invoked allowing her to see every object inside and making it utterly clear that she was alone.
The white haired elf kicked her boots off, then drew her legs up, her muscles aching a little from the miles she had been walking throughout the last days. She would probably get used to that eventually.
Her mind wandered back through the last few days. She had laughed a fair bit. Yet, the elf had difficulty truly recalling the mirth that caused the laugh. Had it ever been there or was it a reflexive reaction by something inside her. She didnít quite know and she certainly struggled to feel it right now.
She was less alone than she had been. She had even shared some of her tale with people. Not everything of course. Still it felt unwise. Yet, she had felt she had to speak some of it, that it would burst from her otherwise. It was good not to be quite as alone anymore. Eifiona couldnít stand to be alone for any extended amount of time. Even less now. A shiver ran through her as these thoughts flowed through her mind. She forced herself to be calm, stripping down, until only the glove was left. She took care of things, then got her nightgown on, and laid down once more.

Reverie came easier this night, exhaustion accelerating the process. A single tear ran over her cheek as the elfs body relaxed into the sheets.
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Re: Far From Home - Eifiona
« Reply #3 on: July 31, 2023, 07:50:59 AM »
25th of July 778

Eifiona settled down on the bed, her boots kicked off, though the rest of her clothing remained. She breathed in and out deeply. She felt strange. She had experienced passion again, and she could not deny that it had been real. It was good to know that she could feel that still. She had told more of her tale in the last few days, some knew well, nearly all or essentially all. Part of her felt silly for having done so, but she could not help it. Eifiona had never been very good at keeping from speaking about things that bothered her, it grinded on her and it - had - to be let out. Still, she felt strange about it, felt as if just from speaking those words, they, might come for her. That might she might wake up one night with a claw on her throat. The elf tried to shake off that thought, taking another deep breath, then lifted her left hand, glancing at it. Still clad in it's glove, she flexed her fingers, opening and closing her hand. Like this, everything seemed normal. And it was, better. She wasn't sure if she'd ever feel comfortable without her glove in public again. She was pretty sure that she would be keeping a rather nasty scar either way. And she didn't know if she could bear looking at it without images of the past in her mind.

The elf readied herself for bed, lying down, starring up at the ceiling. Seeing her friends pray to their respective gods had been a somewhat strange experience to her, Eifona herself holding little love for gods. And as far as she saw it, she was beholden to one too many higher powers already. Eifiona slowly exhaled, attempting to shake off her gloomy thoughts, briefly focusing on the face of her lover in her minds eye. She smiled briefly, then shook her head and closed her eyes. She was cold, it was time to sleep. Tears having left behind their trails on her cheek when she awoke the next morning.
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Re: Far From Home - Eifiona
« Reply #4 on: August 23, 2023, 02:42:45 AM »

Darkon, Winter 778

The bards voice was clear and joyful in the little room, his lute playing an upbeat tune, much to the enjoyment of those present. Adriano da Cimento, who's real name was Matteo Papacizza but had chosen the other for his stage performances, sat on one of the wooden chairs, boots kicked up on the table as he played, a cup of wine beside him, his dark hair tied back, his dark brown eyes sparking with enjoyment as he watched his companions.
Eifiona, wearing the traditional darkonese elven winter fashions, a white and black dress, danced on one of the tables, twirling on the tips of her boots, laughing as her silvery white hair fell over her face, covering pale skin and violet eyes. Her purse, heavy with coin saved up from several weeks worth of work as a barmaid and associated tips, smacked lightly into her side. She intended to visit the jeweler later and pick up a necklace she intended to gift to someone, the person, she was looking at in this moment in fact.
The half elf Francesca Ovinis, painter and present lover of the flighty dancing elf watched on with a smile, a future painting of a similar scene already forming in her head. The dark haired darkonian woman tapped lightly to the beat with her own expensive shoes, she wore a blue dress, less conforming to her half-kins sense of fashion. On the other end of the table sat Lucius Sentis, a tall and quiet human writing on what was one of his manifests, his visions of Kargs and Darkon overall, future. The buttons of his shirt opened, his cheeks slightly flushed from the amount of wine he had consumed this evening, a fresh cup sitting next to him. Next to him sat the gnomish poet Pangratio Grissoni, wearing an elegant, if at present slightly dishevled suit, his greying beard and hair still immaculate however. The gnome was thinking through his next political series, he intended to capture hearts and minds with them, so they had to be spot on.

Across from them sat the Ciecherella, who never stated her last name, the sculptor wore her golden blonde hair open this evening, her gaze wandering between the dancing elf and one of the windows, where snow fell. She wore her working clothes still, brown trousers, heavy boots, a brown workshirt, all of them covered still with the dust from her craft. They planned to chisel their messages into several of the cities walls in the coming few days, and had practiced to make sure the letters would be spot on.

"One in the morning, two at noon, three at night I will see you soon!"

Eifiona laughed wildly, spinning on the tips of the toes of her boots, her fingertips outstretched, when the music suddenly stopped. Eifiona glanced up, amusement still on her lips, presuming Adriano had played a prank on her. She turned to the bard, then froze. The bard had dropped his instrument and his face displayed a horrified expression. Startled, Eifiona now realized something she hadn't noticed before, a cold draft coming into the room. Men were standing in the doorway, with dark expressions, weapons in hand. They wore dark, nondescript clothing and armor, and by their sides stood shambling figures, a terrible stench reaching her nostrils shortly after.

The men charged into the room, charging at the group. Cries filled the room a moment after. Eifiona watched as a blade was thrust into Francesca's eyes, Adriano raising his instrument to defend himself futilely against the two undead who had come for him. Her horrified eyes met the pained eyes of her lover. She turned her head, when she realized she herself was approached by one of the undead. It's head thrust forwards, biting. The elf cried out in panic, thrusting her heand it's way. It bit into it, pain rushing through Eifionas body. With an act of strength possibly greater than any she had ever performed, she wrenched her hand back, a sickening noise accompanying the action. In blind panic she launched herself from the desk and through one of the half-opened windows, rolling on the floor, then running with all she had, the sound of her boots muffled on the floor.
Suddenly, Eifiona slipped, below her a puddle of ice. She fell down a slope, tumbling down along the way until she fell into a large pile of snow, deposited there by those who kept the roads free of the white mass. She sank into the cold mass, then lay still, having lost any strength, or will to go on. The elf was lying in the snow, quietly crying, as she felt the cold seeping into her, her tears slowly freezing into the snow.

-

Eifona was not sure how long she had been lying in the snow. It was still dark, and she felt cold, so cold. She dug herself out of the snow. She felt like she was in a daze. Her body was cold, her mind foggy, but the fear had not left her. It had sunk into her, taken hold of her. The elf shivered, uncertain of what to do. It was at this point when a memory struck her. It had been decades ago, but she still remembered. She was working in one of the taverns of lower Karg at the time, before she had managed to find better work. An old scholar had been there that day, a human, slightly mad, she suspected. And he had told her of a place, deep in the woods, where something lingered that would speak to those who went there. Who made offers of power.

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Eifiona left the store, wearing a set of warm clothing, reinforced with leather, a short cloak over her shoulder and a cowl over her head, her legs set in comfortable wandering boots, ready to take her many miles. A sword on her hip, a pack on her back with rations, bedroll and water. Her left hand she had bandaged with linens she had previously soaked in strong alcohol, then covered up with a glove.
The elf began her walk. She had quite a march in front of her, and she wanted to get a head start. Barovia would be her destination. "One in the morning, two at noon, three at night I will see you soon!" She sang briefly, then hummed, she tried, but she couldnít quite remember how the rest of the song went. It was such a cheerful one. She hummed a few notes of the melody, and a smile showed on her lips. Eifiona could almost pretend to feel the joy.
The elf shivered, her mind locking onto that thought. Power. She could protect herself with power. Eifiona stumbled off, still half-dazed, leaving the city behind.
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Re: Far From Home - Eifiona
« Reply #5 on: December 30, 2023, 09:16:14 AM »
23rd of August, 778

The door to the Gaping Wound closed behind the elf, a smile still on her lips. The taproom still faintly smelled of smoke, something that could not be avoided given the present state of the slums. She turned around, locking the door, glancing around, then the smile faded, her entire expression changing like paint washed off a wall. Safe for her eyes. The smile had never reached there in the first place. Eifiona slowly wandered over to one of the chairs, settling down, and leaning forards, elbows on her knees, hands on her cheeks. She exhaled. And then she began to cry, for a long, long time.

Eventually, the elf rose, her eyes red. She wiped her face clean, her breath unsteady for a moment. She glanced through the room. There was some bookkeeping to do. The smile was painted back on. It did not quite reach the eyes, before she returned to humming the all too familiar tune again. She never could quite remember how it ended.
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Re: Far From Home - Eifiona
« Reply #6 on: January 03, 2024, 12:55:24 PM »
(Commissioned by me, art by Dinwardo)

Darkon, December 777


Eifiona swung her legs back and forth on the counter, smiling as she watched Francesca work on one of the tables. The tavern was closed at the moment, snow falling thickly outside tonight. She wore a dark violet dress, and a pair of strappy sandals. Utterly inappropriate for the weather outside of course, but in this tavern in upper Karg, warmth was not an issue. Francesca was working on a sketch, something one of her patrons had ordered. She had asked Eifiona to provide some inspiration and company, and the elf had happily acquiesced. Things were good right now. Eifiona was certainly not rich, but she could not have been happier in the bed of a noble than she was in these moments.

Barovia, December 778

Eifona blinked. She wasn't sitting on the counter of her richly decorated tavern in upper Karg, where those of means went in and out, where she sold wines worth several weeks of a workers salery like retrieving water from a well. No, she was in Vallaki, in the Gaping Wound. The tavern she had been running for half a year now, with it's aging furniture. She had done some to cover up the worst. Thrown out broken furniture, placed other furniture on parts of the building she could not repair to cover them up. In short, she had turned the tavern into a mirror of herself. A soft snort escaped her, as she hopped off the counter, looking around. A strange thought, and yet, true. She had of course replaced the floorboards she had burned when the spiders had assaulted the building. And after a few months had passed now, the difference was barely noticeable. She couldn't do much about the collapsed upper parts. So she had put drapes over it. Her thumb brushed over her glove-covered left palm, her uncovered right briefly drawing through her hair. Eifiona wasn't sure if she liked this train of thought much. But she knew what it was. A distraction. Eifiona was good at those, both when it came to herself, and others.

The elf exhaled slowly, then shook her head. Lingering was dangerous. It led to remembering. And Eifiona could not afford to remember too much. There was no happiness on that path. She barely noticed the tears running down her cheeks as she grasped the broom and continued cleaning the place. She intended to open up the place. And it needed to look neat, just as her. Ready with a smile, independent of whatever lay beneath.
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Re: Far From Home - Eifiona
« Reply #7 on: January 31, 2024, 07:13:51 AM »
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Outside the Keep of the Dyad, January 779

Eifiona left the keep in the early morning hours, having left Nat behind fast asleep, the empty container in which she had delivered soup still in hands. She had pulled the cloak tighter, her violet eyes looking out through the cold mist. She rarely spoke of it, but she always felt strangely parted about places like this. Places where it felt like the walls to what lay beyond were thinner.

The elf was not sure if this was actually true of course, any bit of mist did not necessarily indicate mystic influence, her grasp of magic was far enough to realize that just mist could even indicate a whole varieties of magic. Yet still, she was wondering. This camp, Raduta Keep, and other places like it, they all gave her that strange feel that maybe what was out of reach in other places, was a lot closer here.

Like all darkonians, she had been taught the tale of how the spirit Darkonos stole the spark of life from Death, and by extension, carved the living world from the Gray Realm itself. And how the dead were waiting in the Gray Realm to reclaim the world, when the hour came. Eifiona wasn't so sure about the literal truth of the tale, and how much of it might actually proof true, but it had served the elf well enough as a framework for her own believes. Had all the lands of this world been carved from the Gray Realm? The souls within, herself included, those touched with a hint of the spark? And what did this mean?
She wondered at times, was it possible, in places like this, to reach beyond? Once upon a time, Eifiona had more seriously considered making such an attempt. When she was alone, hollow, when the pain had been stronger than everything else. When the promise of answers from the realms of death seemed more enticing than the questions of the living world. And the answer to what it was that lent her her own strange powers.

Yet, ultimately she had never gone through with it. Part of it, was fear. Having spent a century as an ordinary darkonian woman tumbling to life, the very idea of even touching things possibly associated with the legends she grew up with, filled her with apprehension, certainly weighing its share to balance the strange attraction she felt towards the draw for answers. On the other side of it, the life around her had changed. She had friends, and even more importantly, someone she loved. The elf had no way to fathom the depths of danger she would engage in if she chose to try. Maybe she would simply find out she had been wrong, finding herself in a circle of candles looking foolish and, given the general weather conditions in the lands of mist, slightly damp. Eifiona moved on. She had no intention to find out, maybe she simply never would Yet, she did remember, once upon a time she had sat in a circle of candles, calling out in pain. And something, had answered.
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