(So can I just come into the room were you guys are, and not knowing what the conversation is about ask whats going on?)

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((Well, not exactly. As pretty much her second-in-command, Penfire would probably already know...but you could come in and sit down, and Silvryn could fill you in a little (telepathically) about them being assassins and such))

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(And until we figure out what we're doing, I'm going to still be waiting..*leans back in chair and props feet up*)

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Silvryn nodded at Raina and Rylin. "Now's as good a time as any - as I said, this is your chance. Make good your explanation."

((There, now Penfire can come in and she'll fill him in telepathically while they listen))

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(okay! and haha Rav!)

Penfire walked down a small hall with a few lanterns for light, before stopping at a door that was his destination. He waited a moment, and knocked, but before an answer came, walked into the room. Nodding to Silvryn, he sat in a chair near the end of the table, studying their captaives.

(hows that?)

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

((Well, the outpost is pretty small so it likely doesn't have corridors, but perfect other than that))

How very prompt of you, Penfire. We're just about to hear how two of the Exalted come to be of the Malre Divh. Silvryn's words echoed into his head as she nodded back.

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(*yawn* I'm sleep deprived... I'll make many mistakes...)

Penfire listened intently to what Silvryn thought to him, and leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest.
Malre Divh, you say? That interesting... he thought back, keeping his eyes on them...

(now I have to think on how to have my other 2 characters jump in...)

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

((If they're Gifted or Exalted *checks* and they are, then you can have them meet in the city. I'm thinking that's how I'll bring my other two in, Aedha and Kiarryn. And if I'm correct, then we all go the Headquarters together))

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((okie dokie artachokie!

By the way... I've read through it all... took me awhile... a long while... and I'm suprised no one posted during that time... hm...

*lightbulb* I know how I can bring in one of my characters...))

A knock on the door sounded, and Penfire said for who ever it was to come in. A guard came in, holding a man by his arm. The boy's shaggy brown hair covered his pointed ears, and brown eyes studied the people in the room.
"I caught this fellow trying to steal from the suply room." The Guard boomed.
"And I thank you for your hospitality, but I think I'll be leaving now," he turned to leave, but the guard pulled him back with his iron grip. With a somber expression, the boy wiped dirt off his face with his sleeve, also wiping off makeup without meaning to, reavealing the mark of the exalted on his cheak...

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

(Argh..I'm still typing out my story, and now there's something else to deal with before I can post it..-.-)

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((S'ok, I got it))

Silvryn looked distinctly uninterested until she spotted the boy's mark. "Will wonders never cease?" she muttered. "Sit." This was directed at him, and obviously not a request, as Silvryn's dangerously glittering violet eyes attested. The guards took their places at the exits once more.

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Rolling his eyes, Darnel sat down in an empty chair closest to the exit. Looking bored, he leaned back and fingered the hilt of his sword...

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Great...someone else to know our history!

After a brief moment of silence, and an exchange of quiet words between the siblings, Rylin spoke first.

"Against popular belief, it is possible to escape from the Guild, if one truly wishes to do so. However, there are some..risks one has to take, naturally."

"Such as feigning death." Raina offered quietly, not looking up from her surveyal of her boots, which seemed to be very interesting to her just then.

"Aye, such as that." he agreed, then had to restrain the urge to sigh. What he was about to relate next was not the most pleasent thing to recall.

"You could say we were born into the Guild of Malre Divh. Our parents had been members for most of their long years when we were born..and it was only after that when they tried to escape. Of course, this was impossible, and only made things harder on both of them.."

"..And eventually led to their deaths." finished Raina for him, voice steady, yet emotionless. "They were murdered, and we were left with the Guild, with no choice but to serve. It was either serve, or die. That's the way the Guild operates, deception, murder..and use of power to gain what one wants." There was a special emphasis on the word power, but it was unnoticeable if you weren't paying close attention.

(Yes, the emphasis on power is important..there's more to the explanation.)

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Silvryn had, of course, caught the slight inflection, though by the faces of others she was evidently one of few. She raised an eyebrow. "So tell us, then. How did you manage to do what so many have attempted - and live?"

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"That's indeed the crux of our tale, is it not?" asked Rylin dryly, with the briefest of smirks. It was not directed at anyone in particular, and without waiting for an answer, he continued.

"Well, our escape came about after a particularly bloody battle..in this very forest. We had been sent on a raid, in search of several high-ranking nobles, and about a dozen of the Guild accompanied us. For quite a while before that day, plans had been made to escape after a raid, and Raina and I agreed that the day had finally come. After the assassinations and the battle immediately following, we slipped away from our companions," there was a definite tone of disgust in his voice upon saying the word, "and proceeded to fake our deaths."

"In other words, we made it look as if some wild beast had ripped us apart." stated Raina, voice still emotionless. "We had worn two layers of clothing that day, and the outer things we ripped and smeared blood - our own - on, before abandoning them and the most of our weapons and possessions on the ground. The ground itself we ploughed up with our..gifts..and we were careful to hide our footprints. More blood was smeared on the ground to give even more texture and appearance of battle, and with the stage set, we ran away as fast as we could. It was somewhat of a miracle that we even escaped from the forest without being seen, but escape we did..and then, began our exile and wandering."

After that, both siblings fell silent, and would likely say no more, unless there were any questions. Truth be known, they were just thankful they hadn't been asked to explain how the Malre Dihv actually operate, and the true nature of the Guild..yet.

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Silvryn contemplated this for a moment. She did not seem quite convinced, though more than she had before, and leaned forward, violet eyes surveying the pair intently. "So would you wish protection from the Gifted - and Exalted - were you to join us?"

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