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Marena: The Meaning of Treasure (Open)

Postby Marena on Sat Dec 03, 2016 10:28 am

[[OOC This thread is an excuse for me to write and role play and I encourage any who interact with Marena who also like to write, to compliment and add to this thread if they wish with relevant RP, their character thoughts and musings on interactions with mine and agreed role play if there is a desire to share etc. I was going to save some of this for level 5 promotion requirements but I have too much in me to wait that long :D .]]

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There is a simple definition of treasure:- something valuable (typically viewed as money, jewels, gold, or silver) that is hidden or kept in a safe place, something that is very special, important, or valuable, or a person who is greatly loved or valued especially because of being very helpful.

Marena was only as vain as the next mermaid and it was purported that the maids of the sea enjoyed to sunbathe to the rocks and while waiting to lure sailor prey for sport, they would pamper and preen themselves to bring their already beautiful features to be at their very best. This involved a variety of techniques:- from using products of the sea such as seaweeds and sandy-mud masks to keep their skins soft and supple and to take the healthy sun's toning of color, to applying the secretions of various sea snail species for their dyes [[source 1]] to add striking color of pinks, reds and corals in subtle shades to their lips and nipples, and to using their inherited handcrafted and sometimes enchanted treasures to bring their long tresses to shine with a rich and glowing lustre.

As threesomes and foursomes, they gathered and giggled with their silky voices, sharing tale and swapping dye or weed, discussing the best source and location for that sweet shade of snail oil that was in vogue at the time. But their treasures were individual and personal to each mermaid, unique gifts from their forebears upon their coming of age. Some were neatly shaped coral pieces, others carved from great shells while the rare few were hewn from more earthly land materials, precious metals embedded with gemstone that did not corrode from the sea's touch and were finely and delicately crafted and the rarest were imbued with the weave.

Marena's treasures were of the very rarest kind.

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[[Sources:
1. Tyrian purple is a bromine-containing reddish-purple natural dye. It is a secretion produced by several species of predatory sea snails in the family Muricidae, rock snails originally known by the name Murex. License has been taken here for other red and coral colors from similar sea snails.]]
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Re: Marena: The Meaning of Treasure

Postby Marena on Mon Dec 05, 2016 9:41 am

Her first kiss was something to be treasured, though it was the second that showed her the meaning of passion. Her first ride upon wolven back to the tree top heights was a wonderful gift, but it was the vista from a mountain cavern plateau across the oceans, forests and mountain that captured her senses and dreams and would be treasured the more. The slide of a wolven furred hand to a new leg was bested by the sensual caress of vulpine tail to the same limb but beaten by far by a devilishly exquisite kiss to that vulnerable, tender soft spot of skin behind the knee. The many tastes of the vulpine cuisine, unusual, delicious and tasty, may not ever be surpassed by the gift of that first treasure: the simple tangy-sweetness of a fresh orange, peel included.
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Re: Marena: The Meaning of Treasure

Postby Marena on Mon Dec 05, 2016 12:13 pm

The young mermaid was decidedly not the wisest, the worldliest, the shrewdest or the most experienced but there were reasons she did what she did: from tying one Fae's gift to her robe's belt rather than place them upon her feet to being carried to a home by an attractive and musical elf where that gift was then placed upon her pretty feet, from allowing a many-tailed vulpine to tweak a nipple to revealing what she revealed to a white scaled sister and a blue furred vixen, from diving deep to the island's cold waters in search of a special weed...to letting lift of the robe's skirts, that drab worn material, by a dark lord.
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Re: Marena: The Meaning of Treasure

Postby Marena on Tue Dec 06, 2016 10:14 pm

Marena was on a mission and far from the town, beyond the forests and skirting the rocky outcrop and sea cavern around Il Mutah Har. She had left her robe hidden and dry between two rocks to the eastern side and slipped to the waters unseen, immersing swiftly to quieter wave than the westerly seas. Within just a few moments her lower limbs fused and lengthened into a deep bluey-green scaled tail some two feet longer than the land-legs. Her hair mass swirled around her head in golden array within the waters and her skin thickened to manage the ocean's cold temperatures. With a strong flick of her finned tail she propelled herself deeper and played for a while dancing the underwater currents.

The young girl gradually brought her playtime to a halt when the sea otter and seal she had befriended, ceased their tussle and playful frolic performing twisting shapes and riding the currents with her and finally turned their attention to their bellies and hunt for fish. Marena then began her search of the coastline of the island, her sea green eyes scanning for the varieties of floating weed that grew there. Her hunt was for the more interesting edible varieties, particularly of the brown persuasion: those of the devil's apron, oarweed and dabberlocks. She grinned and a few bubbles rose lazily to the surface. She hoped to surprise a friend with her find but was not sure what grew well to these waters. She was after the less common and interesting that might tease the taste buds of a land-legged vulpine.

She dove deeper to the weed beds, their tangling fronds toying with her tail and hair mass, but the young mer was used to the dancing algae that might threaten to coil around a land-leg, simply sliding softly over her scales without knotting. There!...she spotted a familiar weed, relatively common and not what she was after but she recognized it for its medicinal purposes...a grouping of bladderwrack or sea oak. Some females in the town might benefit from the apothecary's manipulation of these sweet algae, for when its waters were extracted and applied, would keep skins soft and young looking. She used her fingers and nails to prise a cutting from its tether and coiled it around her wrist. Then Marena went on her continued hunt for the edible weed for this was her ultimate goal.

The mermaid trailed midst the fronds of the brown kelp, making fresh cutting of the thongweed, the gutweed and the devil's apron, but then her eyes caught sight of something special - a vivid green which lay bright between the brown algae and stood out for its color. It seemed a lone clump though Marena scanned for further issue and wondered of it. Still it would do, so lightly sculling to keep her position in the pulling current, her fingers tugged a small handful of the succulent sea grapes. These were the special and rare delicacy that the friend might enjoy. Marena smiled, twisted the cut fronds around her arm and then swam towards the surface, returning the direction of the eastern rocks and her robe.

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Re: Marena: The Meaning of Treasure

Postby Marena on Fri Dec 09, 2016 9:31 am

The oyster pearl

Marena lifted her hands and cupped palms over her mouth just looking at the precious gem. He could not know, he did not know...did he? The pretty pearl was a small replica of one that saved her those years ago and kept her alive. He did not know or realise its meaning, or value to her. She had no concept of its monetary value on the land, but its sea value, its ''Marena' value was priceless.

The vulpine who had called her 'Pilgrim' had told her that "The Lady blesses those who bless others. The universe is about balance and in a way, this is that." His touch was an electrical painless thrum as he placed the silver oyster pearl to her slender hands.
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Re: Marena: The Meaning of Treasure

Postby Marena on Fri Dec 09, 2016 9:34 am

Imagine...a life underwater.

Where your tastebuds are stunted because everything tastes of salt.

Where your hearing is muted on account of the depth and density of the ocean.

Where your sight can sometimes be blurred by the swirled up sands, algae, lack of light and clouds of plankton.

Where your touch always has the strong likelihood of feeling that gritty sensation of sand.

Where your sense of smell............is non-existent.


Imagine now......being an adventurer given the keys to a dragon's treasure hoard. Would the eyes not light up? Would the heart not thump hard to the breast? Would that adventurer not desire to play and roll and frolic, bathe even, in those piles of gold and gems - provided the dragon was out for the day?


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The young hidden mermaid had mistaken the noble for the shop's servant when asking to see the 'leader of the herb place' - the common word 'Apothecary' being too difficult for her to easily form. She had brought gift for the infamous leader, several brown edible algae fronds of kelp acquired from the patches sourced in and around the Il Mutar Har and gave the names of all to the servant, giving description of one kelp's properties for keeping youthful skin, thinking this might please the leader enough to give her a job.

The mehr-coins had tumbled into place however, when the 'servant' had described the infamous leader to be a large black furred feline wearing a pair of rimmed glasses...and she realized that she was already in the presence of the 'leader'. With her 'sorries' made and kindly accepted, it was to the business of the job again but when asked if she had worked in a shop before, the mermaid hesitated and had to grin. How could she tell him that she barely knew the land-legged and there were no 'shops' where the dolphins and the selkie played?

After further question and answer she was hired and the promise of the delving into her knowledge of the ocean's weeds brought the brightest smile to her lips. The brightest, until she was handed the keys to the dragon's lair that was the Apothecary.
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Re: Marena: The Meaning of Treasure

Postby Wadeywade on Fri Dec 09, 2016 10:25 am

Marena wrote:The oyster pearl

Marena lifted her hands and cupped palms over her mouth just looking at the precious gem. He could not know, he did not know...did he? The pretty pearl was a small replica of one that saved her those years ago and kept her alive. He did not know or realise its meaning, or value to her. She had no concept of its monetary value on the land, but its sea value, its ''Marena' value was priceless.

The vulpine who had called her 'Pilgrim' had told her that "The Lady blesses those who bless others. The universe is about balance and in a way, this is that." His touch was an electrical painless thrum as he placed the silver oyster pearl to her slender hands.


(Ooc note: the pearl is a silver color, the size of a chicken egg, it is non magical (though enchantable) and was gifted to the mer in exchange for foodstuffs from the sea. He never had intended what she saw, he had no inkling; but it pleased her, so it pleased him.
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Re: Marena: The Meaning of Treasure

Postby Marena on Tue Dec 13, 2016 7:53 pm

The Healer's Touch

She was learning the anatomy of the land-legged slowly but surely, though she had yet to learn by touch all of the races of the town's and its outer regions' inhabitants. Much of her study was by book and diagram that lay therein either within the Keep's library or the Healing House. Marena's first experience of healing in Nanthalion was to the Arena where she helped to thaw and ease the icy burning pains of the vanquished in one tournament that had been held within an ice pool and hosted by an onyx drak sen. She had visited the Arena many times after that to see if any in training wished for her art.

It was upon this occasion she had made a simple easing of a bruised torso with a massage and though she did not have the right herb or healing salve, she knew that a gentle manipulation of the skin and muscle beneath with a warm hand coated in a simple oil could serve to ease the pains within the muscle and allow the bruise itself to fade more swiftly. She found this simple healing method....enjoyable, or... maybe it was just the patient.

Since this time she had acquired more tools of her 'art' and made more learning through study from book and from scroll which had set her in good stead to tend her first serious injury - a tiny Templar from the Castle. The anatomy of a halfling is not much different from a human, it just comes in a much smaller package...and in this halfling's case....a very small package. A cleansing, a stitching, a bandaging and a check for focus, Marena took this in her stride never fumbling the once but she completed her art with a gentling touch, a healer's touch using her silken voice and soft tanned hand and her magics to stroke and sooth away the pains of the fair tiny warrior encouraging her to rest and heal.
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Re: Marena: The Meaning of Treasure

Postby mozenwrathe on Wed Dec 14, 2016 2:49 pm

The Hidden Magi's Take On The Secret Mermaid, take one

Prydain had met Marena completely by accident. His running into people had been minimal over the past year, but that was partially do to his own reluctance to deal with others. He had become somewhat of an introvert at best, and a decided misanthrope at worst. His concern for the common man had been whittled away thanks to his numerous negative interactions. Of course, for someone that wandered through the woods at the time when brigands and cultists were at their worst...

Marena was a drink of clean waterfall water, in comparison to the stale and stagnant beers of the towns. She had an innocence to her that Prydain realized that he had never possessed in his memory. Something that drew the secret mermaid to him that many could not even attempt. Not that he bore a sudden dislike for the women he already considered important to him. No, that was definitely not the case. Just that The Liar Himself realized something was different about Marena and he was interested in discovering what those secrets were. There was a mystery about the woman's presence that was not hostile, and that intrigued him some. Being that she kept that hood about her head all the time, he wanted to see what was underneath that fabric.

Youthful compared to his age, small to his largeness, fragile to his muscular frame. She was opposite of him in at least three ways, and possibly more as she was a Healer. Sure, he in truth was a Magi and therefore a "finger waggler," but his public image remained a barbarian that make and broke weapons and armour as hobby and career. The lovely maiden showed a concern for his well being that exceeded his own by far at times. He normally cared about if he was dying or bleeding, whereas Marena would look for the nicks and cuts, the bruises and scuffs. It amused him in a strange fashion, but that was not the only thing that he looked at her for.

Another aspect was the fact she seemed to be without many "anchors." No collar around her throat, no long history wrapped around the finger of some random Laird or Soldier. She was not in any way bound to a lot of the long and twisted history of Nanthalion Proper, which was a great thing in Prydain's eyes. Sure, she had an alley in Callie Volopa, but there were most likely more than a few like that. Risarah (another woman he had recently made the acquaintance of) was another, and perhaps the pair would run into each other at some point. Prydain was - thanks to her - reminded of many of those who he needed to encounter again. Some a little more relevant to his life than others. And now that he thought about it, mayhaps some of them should he introduce to the young Healer as well. Healers did need to cross-pollinate more as far as he was concerned. Their ideas could benefit each other well, as long as they were not slain or enslaved first. Caged birds rarely sang, and enslaved Healers tended only to those they were permitted to normally.

For once, The Smith (as he tended to call himself) did not believe someone had any ulterior motives in their blood. Marena seemed to be about as straight forward as he himself was dark. This too was different from most he had encountered in recent months. That drew Prydain in just enough to think about what he could possibly do for someone like that. Of course, she could be playing The Long Game to try to enrapture him, but Prydain himself knew how likely that was to work. With even thoughts that scowled and turned wine into vinegar, he was hardly a chosen target for that sort of personage. After all, he was not rich, he was not powerful, and he did not have a long scroll of contacts for the enterprising ingenue to peruse and use for their own interests. No, Marena may have had something in mind, but it was not to use him. At least, not to gain any power for herself. At least, that was Prydain's way of thinking at this time.

He knew not if he was going to show the woman The Truth About Himself. Definitely not now, though. There was still much to learn about the woman, and he knew there were a few others that were ahead of "the line" in that case. Still, he might not have been drawn to her like a moth to the flame, but there was enough lodestone in her bearing that the iron in his blood did notice her whenever she was about. Perhaps he was overthinking it, but there was a lock he had to get past within Marena's thoughts and emotions, to get to what lay beyond. Now all he needed was the time and the right tools...
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Re: Marena: The Meaning of Treasure

Postby Marena on Thu Dec 15, 2016 8:45 pm

She did not want to do it. She was used to being friendly and it being returned. But she really did not like this one touching her. Unlike the warmth and sensuality of fur upon her sensitized skin experienced before this moment, this one felt cold and callous and distinctly evil, despite the fire he had lit to the room.

She had never felt so vulnerable in all her time thus far to the land; when she felt cornered having invited him out of the cold to the shop, when he demanded she remove her clothing - yet with blind stubbornness she still refused to take off her hood - and when he pawed her soft naked flesh to breast and between her thighs. She had a few clues; the color of fur, his former workplace, the color of his eyes and his scent but no name.

She froze, knowing herself weak and unagile upon her legs to manage to flee with any swiftness. No, she had not wanted to do it but there was no other defense. So she dropped the names of her few powerful potential allies and friends into the ears of this furred one, hoping to get him to realize his mistake, only to be laughed at and told that she would make a nice pet.

It was a first for many things upon that occasion. It was also the first time Marena lied. When ordered to keep the shop open for his imminent return from collecting something from the nearby tower she told him "Yes" only to escape the shop and stagger deep into the forest behind, clutching her robe about her to find the hidden hot spring pool and ease her body's shivering.
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Re: Marena: The Meaning of Treasure

Postby Marena on Wed Dec 21, 2016 7:24 pm

The Problem of Clothing

Strangely, Marena found comfort in the embrace of another vulpine - he who named himself 'Formidable' and who could whisk up the winds and fly as if he bore wing, though it was only three tails that whirled to the air like propeller behind his back not five but these were for balance, not for aerial propulsion. No, this creature was master of the air by magic and could shift and thrust with the gusts or meld and mist with the breezes. And it was to his island that Marena fled arriving bedraggled and as cold as ice, for her thickening of skin was only good to the sea and the winds blew their freezing chill with strength around the rocky peaks of the Il Mutah Har leaving her chilled on emerging from the waters.

She became at peace there and she saw the peace the isle brought to him too. So when the orbs changed to be ringed with a sharp acid green upon her revealing she knew that he might be in danger of losing his peace....but she needed his help, like she needed the others' help.

The problem with her limited own magics, her frequent visits to the island and the season's cold was that her simple robe and hood got wet, unlike those that adorned her friend and sister of the white scales who wore fine enchanted robes. The Formidable's fire would warm her without searing flame that would seek to blister and dry her skin and would also dry the cloth but in the meantime, she near froze until she could find that warmth. And now there were others to the island, not all of whom she knew or trusted, so she could not show her all without dry robe. So there lay the problem of clothing, one she resolved by requesting to leave spare to the island that she might swim naked, arrive to the underwater cavern's entrance and cover herself once more before the Formidable's other strays and friends did see her.

But, Marena only owned one robe and one hood and the mehrial she had earned and carried to purse plus those that the Lord Matwyn had gifted her 'to buy clothes' had been spent alternatively to buy another treasure she was desperate to get her hands on - that of a silver ring bearing the spell 'Tongues' that could be held to another's hand once beneath waters enabling that other to understand how she 'flowed'. This ring she bought from a lady so finely and smartly dressed in sharp black attire as to aliken her to a stingray in the hidden mermaid's vision. The same lady - one 'Rebecca of ShieldWifeEgg' - had placed seed to her mind however, that spending all the mehrial gifted by her employer on the ring instead of on new clothing would make the lord angry with her. Such was another reason for Marena to find alternative clothing and soon. The dashingly smart lady had noted Lord Matwyn's additional gift of the black scarf and warm vulpine's cap with its two ear pockets and found them wanting so it was Marena received invite from this stingray to visit to her townhouse upon which she would sort Marena out for spare clothing.
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Re: Marena: The Meaning of Treasure

Postby Marena on Thu Dec 22, 2016 5:04 pm

Some years prior.........

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Dying....dying...

The poison took grip and her task complete, the mermaid let the current sweep her to where it wished, whether back to the arms of her captors or onwards to new...she no longer cared, for she knew death would come soon and it would be a blessed release. She had done her best to save the one thing she most cared about and her life was forfeit...only one miracle could be asked of the gods this day.

The mermaid's body bent like a branch bowing to the wind as the sea took of its own, bending the long blue scaled tailed sea creature to double, fins and limbs flowing limply and golden tresses sworling protectively about her ailing form. The pulse of life that remained was weak as the poison took the beauty in its deadly hold, the dart that delivered it long since fallen to the ocean's floor.

But Carain was not finished with her blessing and lent the seas a gentle guiding current...
... and put song to the winds that moved it
.... and teased the sea bird that rode it
..... and crooned to the dolphin that played within and without it

..asking for her lover Giran to find their child, protect her and bring her to the afterlife and to peace. She deserved that much for her sacrifice.

But the time of the war was now upon the oceans, when the gods did battle for reign and brought the seas to turmoil and the wind's message was intercepted by her former lover Akakios who did thwart her out of spite and old jealousy.

The body washed to a river mouth shore to dry without preparation.
No colorful weed decorated her form, there was no garland, there was no blessing.
There were no kin to either bring her to the sea foam or to draw her to Giran's oyster shell.
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Re: Marena: The Meaning of Treasure

Postby Marena on Tue Dec 27, 2016 10:50 am

The Reflections and the Mer Males

He had not been angry at all, far from it. The lady stingray was mistaken. Her employer was even in the process of making her a fine gift that might give her option for clothing though she had not seen what it was, so how could he be angry if he was to give her such a gift?

She now had the ring and drew him to the pool in the baths so that she could speak freely, slipped the ring to his finger and tugged him beneath the waters as she had her other vulpine friends, revealed of what she was in all her golden shameful glory and asked him of his ability to scry in her flowing mer tongue and pleaded for his help. She was informed that the water spirits were less reliable than others and that the location should be known and some remnant of her loss was necessary to have a chance to make a successful scrying.

His first proposal was violently and vehemently rejected with a thrust of heavy tail against wet furred body and water to propel herself and gain distance when he made a scissoring action with his fingers. But when fur changed to scale, and scale changed to a shimmering beautiful vision of blues, greens and gold she was mesmerized for a moment and the proposal went by the by as she was teased by the new shape the vulpine created with his shaman's magicks; that of a mer male.

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Without her treasures she could not see what others saw and she never glanced at her reflection to the pools. The ice statue created of her gave her an image of herself and she now realised just how tramp like and ugly she really appeared. Yet the sculpture hewn from strong water magic was beautiful even for what little it showed of her, formed in an instant with just a word and paired as a temporary visual gift with another that was settled to her outstretched palm - that of a rose with its petals splayed but it bore no scent of its real cousin for these gifts were made of ice.

The sculptured and colorful physique of her own cousin however was not made of ice but of warmth and blood and kindness. And so Marena followed him by the rivers, cocooned in his spell that kept her few belongings dry, and swam the cold waters, playfully touching tailfins as they made the journey to pay visit to his home and his mate.
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Re: Marena: The Meaning of Treasure

Postby Marena on Tue Jan 10, 2017 7:46 pm

To mate or not to mate that is the question....

But, she wanted to 'know'. It was not 'love' for that was of the heart and hers had already been taken, or so Marena thought, by a song master who had also taken her most precious treasures and left her with her shame - but that was another problem, for another day.

The dark lord continued to squeeze the last essence of this sensual pleasure from her willowy tanned body using finger, lips, hand, manhood and with the simplest of touch, lit a fire to her skin as if a dragon had breathed over her. Her coral tipped nipples remained at alert station, peaked to their full blooded buds and her puffy sex ached and stayed swollen from over use after no use at all in all her young years - no, not even a single finger diddle by a curious stray finger of her own. But that tender spot to the back of her knee...how to describe that sensation but 'glorious' in the whole bundle of feelings aroused from this...'mating'. Well what else could it be called to a young inexperienced and gullible maid of the sea.

And when one furred lord surprised her with a male shape she had not yet seen in the flesh, transformed and teased her with a vision of herself but without her 'shame' for that brief moment, Marena was lulled to yet another coupling, exploring with a natural curiosity of the lord's deep green finned tail not to mention the prominent erection jutting out towards her belly. Primed by one dark lord, the second lord's prodding cock lent an excitement to the young mer. Scale parted, flesh swelled and changed color to that particular coral pink that matched her pretty pert nipples. Marena opened to the false mermale lord when he swam her lower to the pool's floor to 'mate' with her.
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Re: Marena: The Meaning of Treasure

Postby mozenwrathe on Tue Jan 17, 2017 5:25 pm

Marena wrote:The young mermaid was decidedly not the wisest, the worldliest, the shrewdest or the most experienced but there were reasons she did what she did: from tying one Fae's gift to her robe's belt rather than place them upon her feet to being carried to a home by an attractive and musical elf where that gift was then placed upon her pretty feet, from allowing a many-tailed vulpine to tweak a nipple to revealing what she revealed to a white scaled sister and a blue furred vixen, from diving deep to the island's cold waters in search of a special weed...to letting lift of the robe's skirts, that drab worn material, by a dark lord.


The Hidden Magi's Take On The Secret Mermaid, take two

There was something to be said about innocence. Mostly about how it did not last long within Nanthalion. Most would have it raped out of them, beaten from them, or enslaved with it. A rare few managed to escape the town with most of their innocence intact. However, for the majority would it be leeched from them gradually until nothing was left but memories. In the case of The Hidden Magi, Prydain's innocence was burned out of him by sorcery and secrecy long before he had ever heard of Nanthalion itself. Which, incidentally, brought him to his thoughts about Marena.

Marena intrigued him in some ways. There were very few that he called friend or ally. Most of them had vanished over time, and some had probably passed away. A couple were still around from months and years past, but even then was he loathe to try to call on any of them. He had felt he lost that privilege years before when his presence had been desired and he was nowhere to be found. Yet here was this young woman who actively looked for him and forward to seeing him. In some ways, he felt he was dragging this damsel down a path that would eventually lead to disappointment. But was that not the same with all living things? He thought he owed it to Marena to eventually tell her the truth: that he was nothing special, nothing important. And yet, every time she would look at him, there was something that prevented him from saying that.

Other than that, Marena was an enigma he could not resolve. Well, not without "cheating." There were many times while he was around the lass he wanted to tap into the magic, delve into the Sorcery Sacred. But as she did know nothing of the Truth about The Liar Himself, he kept himself from it. After all, some secrets were meant to remain that way for ages unending. Marena herself clearly had access to magics of a sort, as she was a Healer. Prydain's own would definitely take the woman by surprise in one way or another. After all, there were not many who dealt with Magi on a regular basis, especially ones like him.

He knew something would need change and soon. One o those things was he really and truly wanted to introduce the young lady to those he cared for most. Of course, finding them all might be a quest in itself. One that may get him bruised, battered, and bloodied. And yet, this time he looked forward to it. Namely as Marena reminded him of something else Nanthalion had faded from him: pride in his self determination. It had been too long since he spent actual time - considerable amounts of time, really - around those who had made him remember what he was truly able to accomplish. His own fault in so many ways. And Marena might have been the one to get him to walk down that dusted and broken path again.

Time for him to get out the hammer. Some "smithing" was going to be done, indeed.
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