~Night~ & ~Day~

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Starlighter

Starlighter

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Humans avoid the mountains. No one will go there anymore. Whispers of ghosts that haunt the day and terrors that rule the night keep children away, and bid caution to their elders. Between mount Sirasa to the north, and Cavatara to the south, a lake lies, silent and still in the cold of winter, raging and fierce in the spring rains, warm and gentle in summer and autumn. The sole border between worlds as different as night and day.

Two kingdoms of elves dwell on either side of the lake, removed from the rest of the world, invisible and unnoticed to all but each other. A world within a world, untouched for centuries by humans. It is these that give rise to tales and rumors, which through the years have retained more truth than may be expected.

On the slopes of Sirasa dwell the elves of fairy tales, wishes and dreams, hopes and cheerful songs. Tall and slim of stature, they are made of delicate beauty, skin as pale as glowing pearls and hair that mixes well with sunshine. Cheer and laughter flow in rivers from their homes. Quiet, gentle, peaceful… just like day. To them is given the power of light, to strengthen it, create it, change it. Most can even make one colour fade and grow into another. They belong to the Realm of Day.

In opposition lies Cavatara, home of the elves that rule at midnight, and walk in the dark of moonshadows. The hunters, the warriors, cold, dark and fierce; while alike in skin and stature to their enemies, their similarities end there. With hair as dark as the night they walk in, they are serious and logical of manner. To those who walk in shadows belongs the command of such shadows, an ability to bend and reshape them, to increase the thickness of a wavering spectre, to make them vanish altogether. They belong to the Realm of Night.

To which do you belong - the Night, or the Day? Or perhaps… to neither?


In a more troublesome era than has been seen in a lifetime or more, where loyalty to home and hate of that which is not is more vital than ever before, the answer of this one question has never been of such great importance.


Relations between the two Clans have never been particularly amiable. But over the last few months, things have begun to strain even more. Border trespasses have increased, reports of Nights hunting in the Day Realm, strange taunts left to antagonize one another. Several instances of elves from opposing Clans bumping into each other and having brawls - once a rare occurrence - has become semi-frequent of late.

And, not a week ago, a diplomatically immune Night Messenger mysteriously died in Day territory, with evidence that he did not travel there of free will.

The Queen of Night has heard enough excuses from the Day Realm. She will offer one last chance for peace… or there will be war.
 
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Rae sat on her bedroom balcony, her pale skinny legs dangling over the large drop. She watched the servants run around like ants, unaware of the princess looking down upon them all. No, those simple creatures knew nothing.
She swung her feet back and forth, her shoes threatening to fall off. She smiled, giddy, as the myschevuously wonderful idea sprung into her head.
With one swift motion she kicked her left shoe off and watched as it fell down down down, until finally landing on the rear end of an ass. It screamed and began running a muck, it's owner crying out as they were almost trampled.
Rae laughed at the spectacle.
She doubt her mother would approve of such behavior, but what her mother didn't know wouldn't kill her.
Rae set her other shoe flying, watching as it hit one of the workers in the head. She broke out in more laughter as the servant fell, the others crowding around and looking to find the culprit.
One spotted her and pointed, others looking up too. But when they saw who she was they ducked their heads, going back to help the man.
Rae soon grew bored and stood, entering her bedroom.
It was a remarkable place with toys and treats everywhere, riches far greater than common folk would hope to see. It had a large beg covered in pillows and frills, stuffed animals and dolls taking up most of the space. A large fireplace was off to one side with a dark couch in front of it and a table full of chocolate.
The room was very dark and aside from all the toys, didn't look like a child's room. But it was how Rae liked it so that was how it was.
She left her room and made her way down to the dining hall, in search of breakfast.
 
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Eval was in the court of the Night Queen. She was very grateful for having the opportunity to go out on this very special trip. Eval was to the bodyguard and in magical matters advice the Messager. This trip was to be very momentous, or perhaps infamous. She was proud that finally, she will be recognized as a contributor to her society.

It was only a few weeks ago then Eval left her estate and ruby business for a new life. The stress from work as well as magic has aged her. Her hair was wispy and old. Eval saw this as a sign of her obvious wisdom. Eval was in one of the many studies of the palace looking at her Rubies. Eval had only brought one bag from her estate it was precious probably worth two times as much as all the great amenities in this room alone. Which there was plenty, However, she tied up her small pouch and got up. It was time for breakfast.

On her way out Eval found herself walking next to the Princess. Eval, while she was here, had witnessed one of the pranks this unladylike royal did. It wasn't funny, but it seemed she thought it was. Eval respected her none the less. Even though it was highly inappropriate of a lady of her stature to do something like that. She had to learn how to be clever, even if the count wouldn't admit it. Doing those pranks did help with that.

"Well hello my Princess. You are looking lovely this fine morning," Eval said doing a small bow to her.

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Rae took the woman in, a little shocked that someone was up and about this early in the morning. Usually she was alone in the castle walls.
"Thank you," she said with a nod. "You are looking quite alive today."
She was not very good at conversation, though to point out so would result in the loss of ones tongue.

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Rae took the woman in, a little shocked that someone was up and about this early in the morning. Usually she was alone in the castle walls.
"Thank you," she said with a nod. "You are looking quite alive today."
She was not very good at conversation, though to point out so would result in the loss of ones tongue.

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"Well thank you kindly, my lady," Eval smiled at her as they continued down the hall. Eval was glad that Princess commented her. Her wispy hair made others look strangely at her. Nothing that would inhibit her confidence of course. It was because of her magic, people fear her in a way. It was very pleasing to think that others thought her more powerful in the arts then they as it was true.
 
Darkness, it surrounds all of us, a never ending void that swallows the soul. Sometimes, however, the void sends its own into the world. Del'tharin steps out from the shadows of Mount Storm, the wind whipping his stark white hair behind him.
"I think it is time to go my friend, there is not much time left"
He says quietly, looking down to the giant spider beside him, chittering with its large mandibles. With a deep breath, he goes out into the realm of the night, graceful in his steps, treating this run as just another dance in the moonlight... If only that were the case.
Del'tharin keeps running, his foot almost slipping on an unsteady rock in a stream, making a small splash. Ducking into the shadows to the side as his pet skitters into a tree, the black skinned elf waits, hands on his two swords to make sure the coast is clear. A minute passes, then another, before he finally steps out warily. Glancing around, he takes his hands of the pair off scimitars and begins to move once more, carefully this time.
 
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Days had passed since the burial of the messenger. P'llaq finally had time for himself, or rather, time for his own work. At least, that was what he thought. Having been preoccupied with court matters not too long ago, there was a backlog of things to do. He caught up with the customers who came by in the recent days since he was not able to finish their requests.

And then at last, he had time for his own work.

He poked the finished cake, and it felt as hard as dried clay. He couldn't quite figure what he did wrong. The other day, the cake he made kept wobbling when touched and he decided it wasn't safe to eat. Other than that, all the failed cakes he made went to his shelf, none of them showed any signs of rot. He grabbed a piece of parchment and wrote in his scrawly, almost illegible handwriting. Some people think he does this on purpose to keep others from reading it, but he could not count how many times his own wife scolded him about that.

He looked at his handwriting and his shoulders drooped. He'd love for her to scold him again some time.

He posted the piece of parchment on the wall and got to work on his newest experiment. He had a few hours before he needed to present himself at court to the queen.
 
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Eval entered the dining hall with a proud and proper demeanor. Her stace was elegant as her aged hair swept over her head and pale, gray, night skin. She looked to the large table where the court held their meals. Eval got a small gem from her fingers and let it dance around her fingers.

She looked to the Commander and did a slight bow, not to over done as he wasn't royal blood. "Commander Talion it is great to finally meet you. I am glad to be working with the Vigil once more. Such an honor to be around such prestigious of Nights," she spoke taking her young voice around him like a loyal dog, however not obsessive as one.
 
Naethil strode about the village marketplace in contentment, comfortable with the steady thrum of energy in the area. Workers and vendors going about their business, buying and selling wares as needed. He noted that a potter had set a stall where his meat stall had been so many years ago, glad to see it being put to use. It was rather early, the moon barely visible above the trees. Normally he would still be asleep, but the news of the other messenger's death had perturbed him. If the Day Elves were so bold as to look at a messenger wrong, never mind kill one, they would be put to whatever punishment the messenger saw fit. It was the law of the lands, how peace was maintained despite the tension. This did not bode well for anyone.

"Royal Messenger Naethil!" a voice called, followed by the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps. A servant, bearing the crest of Cavatara on his tunic. "Messenger, Commander Talion of the Vigil summons you to the castle, it is an urgent matter."

Naethil nodded at the man, realizing the gravity of the situation. He had heard whispers of something big happening, this must be it if the Commander is summoning him. "Thank you for your haste, you may take your time returning to the castle, and claim it as a reward from myself should anyone complain." He turned on his heel and took off at a sprint, blazing down the street toward the castle. It would take him only a few minutes to reach it and find Talion, but who knew how long it took the messenger to reach him since the summons? If it was truly as serious as Naethil suspected, he could not waste any time.

He glided into the dining hall, spotting Talion almost immediately. "Lord Commander Talion," he called, approaching, expressionless. "I received your summons."
 
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The castle of Night. Not a bad sight after all thought Del'tharin as he slowly climbed up the wall, not nearly as easy as his arachnid companion. "Show off" He whispered as he rolled his eyes and slipped over the wall, knocking a Night Elf guard to the temple with the pommel of his scimitar. "Wrap him up, we need to move" He commands the spider quietly but firmly, the large creature following commands. Going down a flight of stairs, keeping as best he can to the shadows and quiet as he can be in chainmail armour. He makes his way towards the main dining hall of the castle, searching through and looking for something, or someone. Peaking though a murder hole into the room, he watches, waiting and alert.
 
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Eval smiled as he left, "I will finish my meal as quick as I can sir," she said to him making her way to the table. She sat down taking what she thought was good, pancakes, some pastries, eggs, it was all very good and elaborate. Eval normally didn't have these kinds of meal even when she at her estate.

As she was done eating she got up and out of small ruby it glowed with a dim purple glow. "From the finest gatherings of rubies, I would like to give you this Messager," Eval said bowing slightly her tone was etiquette and loyalty. "It is a ruby as you can see. However it is enchanted so that if a projectile magical or otherwise would to harm you, it will help not make it so bad," Eval said smiling, "I don't normally have meny of these, please accept my gift honorable Messager of night," Eval continued again with a bow.
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Naethil bowed swift and polite to Eval as they were introduced, immediately turning his attention back to the matter at hand. His brow furrowed slightly at the mention of a trip to the Day Realm, not to mention that Talion himself and Eval would be escorting him; It was common knowledge among the Messengers that when a Messenger is being escorted, he will be faced with military-class danger should things go wrong. He nodded as Talion handed him the letter and strode off, opening it with a trick he had been taught to open the seal without damaging it, and close it unharmed after. He committed the words to memory, face still, acting as though it were a normal message. The servants might panic if they saw fear in a messenger's eyes after reading a letter, especially with the way tensions between the kingdoms have been.

As Eval sat and ate her own meal, Naethil put together a plate of various fruits and thinly sliced meats and cheeses. The other things looked good, but too heavy a breakfast made for a poor ride. He ate about as quickly as Eval did, seeing as they both finished about the same time. Some spare apples and pieces of bread had been finding their way into his satchel when Eval approached him.

"From the finest gatherings of rubies, I would like to give you this Messenger." She bowed and handed him a small stone." It is a ruby, as you can see. However it is enchanted so that if a projectile magical or otherwise would to harm you, it will help not make it so bad. I don't normally have many of these, please accept my gift honorable Messenger of night."

Naethil smiled and bowed, expressing his gratitude. "I thank you, Eval. I only hope I shall not have to see it's power tested." He placed the ruby in a front pocket of his satchel, and strode quickly towards the door to the outside, swiftly approaching Commander Talion and the horses. He took the reigns of one, petting it on the head to keep it calm while they waited for Eval.

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A soft thud echoes through the Night Castle as the Void Elf drops down from the ceiling from an open window, the arachnid scurrying down behind him. Looking around, and moving to a nearby door, Del'tharin listens to the conversation between Eval and Naethil before stepping out into the door, knocking politely as he looks to the two Night Elves. "Sorry to interrupt. But did I hear Messenger? I think we should talk." He says politely but with a hint of elation. Walking forward, picking up and taking a bite of the cheese hunk, he sits down on the other side of the table "Now then" Del'tharin says as he finishes the bite and pets his spider, "My name's Del'tharin Dev'lin, and I don't want to see you all die from nastier things than spiders. Whom may you be?" He finishes with a smile, the white of his teeth standing out substantially against his pitch black skin. Taking another bite of the cheese, he leans back a bit, red eyes running over his present company who seem a little stunned to see an elf like no other seen before, his white hair ponytailed back and falling behind him as he leans. Popping the last bit of cheese into his mouth, he closes his eyes and awaits a response.

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"I am Eval, I am the former owner of a major magic stone operation in Darrowborrow," Eval spoke proudly as the messager left the room. She turned a bit antsy to go, "I must be going to the messagers, are you going too?" she said turning to the person whom had talked to her.

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Del'tharin stood. "May as well, need to talk with the messenger anyway, not a jewelry shop owner" He strides out of the room, his steps careful. "Also, you might want to tell someone important that there is an unconscious guard out on the wall wrapped in spider web, see ya" And he sprints out the hall, running past a patrol of guards as he gets to the stable, "Stay here Arkail, keep watch for the others". Mounting a horse and galloping off after the messenger, the void elf straining the horse to catch up on the elf ahead.
 
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