The Jester's Hand

thementorandthemaiden: “From the current Listener to the first one blessed by our Dread Parents…all...

Wed, 09 Jan 2013 21:58:34 -0500

“From the current Listener to the first one blessed by our Dread Parents…all are bound by this blade.” He smiled sadly and remembered the day of when it was announced his wife was the new Listener. It was during that time when the whore dared claim the title. Pushing his anger aside, he looked up suddenly and chuckled. “Yes, well, you know my reasons. But, I’m slowly coming back more. I have my duties to fulfill and it’s high time I do so. Plus, my family back home has been giving me a headache, so why not spend more time here, eh?”

“The initiates could use more eyes to teach them.. they’re a little funny, though they tried to prank Nazir and well.. one of them almost died, luckily enough I’m not so bad at Restoration~” Solonna giggled, “It is good to reconnect with old ties you know..” She smiled, “Perhaps it’s a good opportunity to get that smile I always hear so much about, back? Hmm~” Solonna had heard all about it from Isis, on and on, she was so happy to have met another Jester, laughs all around, she had said.

thementorandthemaiden: isistheinsane: Solonna smiles gently at the older man and approaches him...

Wed, 09 Jan 2013 21:23:45 -0500

thementorandthemaiden:

isistheinsane:

Solonna smiles gently at the older man and approaches him and gently touches his shoulder, “You may, of course.” She smiled and fiddled around with her sash for a moment, pulling the blade from it’s inconspicuous hiding place, with two hands she offered it to him, “Do take care though.. you know it’s.. special.” She preened a little, she took a liking to it, obviously.

A smile crept about the old man’s face as she touched his shoulder. “Merci,” he replied eagerly and took the blade from her with a reverent air, “I wouldn’t dare let any harm come to this blade. It is…precious to me.” Turning the blade over in his hand, he inspected the blade and ran his finger along the edge. Sharp as ever, he noted in his mind. Roaan never was one for knifework, but damn if she could slice someone in twain with it. “How’s it been treating you, My Listener? Good I guess?”

“Hands that held it in the past guide the blades edge.. the elder Listener’s still walk the blade in the Void.” She smiled a little, “They guide it’s path from the shadows, friends.” She sighed, watching him for a moment, it was a sad day to claim the chair of Listener, but.. the deceased gave their blood for the blade. “The blade hasn’t been dull a single day, so well indeed, friend.” She smiled, “It is good to see you, around I mean. We see so little of you these days.” She nudged him a little.

thementorandthemaiden: isistheinsane: Solonna looks up for a moment and over her shoulder towards...

Wed, 09 Jan 2013 21:03:12 -0500

thementorandthemaiden:

isistheinsane:

Solonna looks up for a moment and over her shoulder towards him, “Of course I do..” She murmured, she knew it’s history, she’d heard from the Spectral, the Night Mother… The blade was an heirloom in itself. “I’d never let it leave my possession.. why do you ask?” She stood straight, looking back at him, leaning her back into the table, hands on either side of her.

He shuddered slightly and averted his gaze as she stared back at him. “Oh you do,” he mumbled, “I should’ve known better then to question that. Apologies, My Listener.” Looking back up, he breathed out slowly and nodded. “Forgive me if my next question seems brash, but, I was wondering if I could see it. Well, actually if I may hold it for a moment. With your permission of course.”

Solonna smiles gently at the older man and approaches him and gently touches his shoulder, “You may, of course.” She smiled and fiddled around with her sash for a moment, pulling the blade from it’s inconspicuous hiding place, with two hands she offered it to him, “Do take care though.. you know it’s.. special.” She preened a little, she took a liking to it, obviously.

thementorandthemaiden replied to your post: “Listener. A moment if I may. I, uh, wish to ask you...

Wed, 09 Jan 2013 20:44:17 -0500

thementorandthemaiden replied to your post: “Listener. A moment if I may. I, uh, wish to ask you something of a personal matter.” - J

Jack shuffles into the room with his hands hidden in the folds of his old robe. Clearing his throat, he glanced over his shoulder briefly before whispering quietly, “You still have the blade, correct?”

Solonna looks up for a moment and over her shoulder towards him, “Of course I do..” She murmured, she knew it’s history, she’d heard from the Spectral, the Night Mother… The blade was an heirloom in itself. “I’d never let it leave my possession.. why do you ask?” She stood straight, looking back at him, leaning her back into the table, hands on either side of her.

"Listener. A moment if I may. I, uh, wish to ask you something of a personal matter." - J

Wed, 09 Jan 2013 20:26:18 -0500

Solonna jumps a little at the intrusion, after taking a moment to recognize the voice she turns and smiles sweetly, nodding. She’d been alone in her room for a little while. She offered him a seat gesturing a hand, politely with a smile, “Yes friend, sit if you wish.” She spoke softly, looking at him with a light smile before turning away to look at a few notes on the desk, spread across it’s surface neatly. Written notes for spells, a few letters from Isis, old contracts, and some scrapped doodles.

[[I finished my Sidebar finally omg]]

Tue, 08 Jan 2013 23:29:40 -0500

[[I finished my Sidebar finally omg]]

||The Dark Brotherhood Ranks||

Tue, 08 Jan 2013 23:26:39 -0500

||The Dark Brotherhood Ranks||

||Solonna's eyes||

Tue, 08 Jan 2013 22:21:23 -0500

Solonna has a very sorted and painful upbringing, even as a little wiggly in her mother’s womb, she was tormented. Her father, being the malicious experimenter scholarly mer he was, decided to test a few affects (on what he knew would be a future experiment already). He told his wife that the spell would ease the pain of her sores and her back and other little things that happen with pregnancy. She trusted him of course, she thought there was no way he would dare to harm their unborn child!

He proceeded to play with a few spells, letting them seep into his wife and ultimately into the unborn mer. The spells caused exactly what he wanted, an increased pool of magicka, though with a little birth defect, her lilac eyes.

While Solonna is very concerned about her body and the markings all over it, self conscious about them if you will (the reason she doesn’t show any skin), being that she never knew the reason her eyes are this way, she isn’t sensitive about them.

But that’s why they’re that color XD.

bloodedlegend: isistheinsane replied to your post: ooc: Art Problems ((IMO, I learn by drawing...

Tue, 08 Jan 2013 22:11:21 -0500

bloodedlegend:

isistheinsane replied to your post: ooc: Art Problems

((IMO, I learn by drawing gestures of the body and then taking the time to detail everything, I’ve never singularly studied anatomy, being that my art came from anime and turned into what it is now.))

((I’m not learning to draw anime though lol, and create my own style as time goes by I got to learn about the human body before I can get creative with my own personal style.))

((Well, let’s get started!! Okay, first things first, when you’re going into the drawing of the body the first thing most learn is the skeletal structure, how it works, the proportions etc. After that, you go on and learn the muscles and the placement, how they bend and grow when the flex, what poses are actually sensible for the average human body to go into and all that. THEN, you move onto the skin and fats and breasts and fingers and all that. I’m not saying you have to do this!! It’s just the way I’ve seen things introduced for body study and anatomy XD.))

"All the elves in Skyrim are SO ugly!"

Tue, 08 Jan 2013 21:56:56 -0500

chainsawbunny:

||HeadCanon 003||

Tue, 08 Jan 2013 21:48:00 -0500

Isis doesn’t really use magic often, preferring to rely on her own skills, (In show and combat). Typically the only magic work she will use is any flame spell, she fancies herself to be learning how to be a fire dancer, spitting fire, etc. Sometimes, when you get too close to her you may get a brief scent of burnt cloth, or smoke. Being close with the fire spells has also taken a toll on her little body, becoming one with the flame if you will, she has a much warmer body temperature than she should, though, being so small, it’s easily put in place by Skyrim’s cold weather, making her an average temp.

Solonna’s use of magic is kept around restoration typically, as her busty frame pains her now and then, she uses restoration to ease aches and such, this also allows her to be in tune with most of the body’s workings, close with it making her an even finer killer. The Listener isn’t famed for being ruthless on the big jobs for nothing.There are times, typically when she’s very scared or pissed off, she will use shock spells in Destruction. As it has a close tie to her body (due to her father), the electricity is faint in her system, her breathing rough at times as if you can here a soft static to the breaths. She often accidentally static shocks people too!

"Hello."

Tue, 08 Jan 2013 21:27:58 -0500

Isis and the other Bosmer, Solonna greet in singularity, a wide and elongated grin on the Jester, and a light, positive smirk on the other, the Jester spoke first, “This is Isis!” She giggled, pointing to herself, swaying back and forth lightly, “And she is Solonna~” The Jester giggled once more.

“Who are you?” Solonna asked, finally speaking in a soft tone, as if shy, yet.. not.

|Where Have You Been|| [Volana\Isis]

Tue, 08 Jan 2013 20:58:23 -0500

precariouspierrot:

isistheinsane:

Isis squawked as he held her, in surprise, and in relief, “Volanaaa!!” She preened, wrapping her limbs about the large male as best as she could and purred, “Isis would neeeeeever forget about Volana! NEVER!!” She squeaked, “Isis had to leave, her brother made her go to the Isles, back home to visit her family, she had no choice but to listen Volana, her brother would have carried her onto the ship!” She shook her head, the little bells tinkling as she looked into the Falmer’s single eye, “Isis wanted to tell you she did, but it was much too late..” She kissed his face and his scarred missing eye and cuddled him as much as possible.

“Isis will not do such a thing again Volana, she will not, beautiful Volana will always know, yes!”

He kissed her repeatedly, nuzzling and cuddling her her happily “Volana missed you so much. so so so so much” He kept kissing her and held her tightly, smiling at her wide “Volana is so glad to see his Isis again, so very very VERY glad” he squeaked, rubbing his nose against her’s looking like he might cry from pure joy.

Isis purred and rubbed her cheek along his, “Isis is happy to see her beloved again, she is quite so, yes!” She murmured as she kissed his face all over once more, before burying her face into his chest, humming a little, she hadn’t a single idea of much that was going on, but she knew she needed to hold the Falmer, and that was what she did, she kissed him too, perhaps tickled his side to get a little giggle out of the large mer.

Where has my favorite, jolly jester been? I miss your songs and dances!

Tue, 08 Jan 2013 20:51:00 -0500

Isis laughs and bounces right up to the man and hugs him for a moment, giggling, “Isis had to leave with her brother back to the Isles you know!! Her brother forced her!! MONTHS!!” She shook her head and threw her arms in the air to assist in her exaggeration, “Isis had a nice visit with her family, though, her mother supposed she may visit her soon, though, she will probably be in Solitude!!” Isis giggled, oh how she loved her mother.. both of them really. The little Bosmer giggled and pat the tall mans arm, “How has Jace been yes? Good? No?” She giggled, her grin as pointy as ever.

|Where Have You Been|| [Volana\Isis]

Tue, 08 Jan 2013 00:42:03 -0500

precariouspierrot:

isistheinsane:

The little Bosmer had made it far from Solitude, away and far, her eyes creeping on every movement, the need to find familiar faces growing.. perhaps not even faces.. just a face. A singular face, yes, this is what Isis needed. It had been months, yes months since she’d seen her dear and precious Volana, her beauuuutiful Volana. She could hardly even breathe let alone fathom what the mer was up to and doing while she was gone.. without a single word.. dearly she’d hoped he wouldn’t be mad, or upset.. or even.. no.. No treachery, Volana would never hurt her and be with another, this much she knew for a fact.

She skipped along the path, silent, an odd thing for the little Jester, but her mind couldn’t stop, she felt terrible, even through her eternal smile, she felt bad for leaving him without even a word, and nary a kiss! It wasn’t as though she had a choice, her brother would have carried her onto the ship if he had to..

She looked back to the woods, hoping to see something familiar.

As she neared the cabin where she’d last spotted Volana a quiet familiar humming could be heard. As the cabin came into view, Volana himself could be seen, sitting on the roof with a forlorn look on his face, brushing out his long greenish-black hair. His singular purple eye fell upon Isis, and he froze, looking as if he’d seen a ghost.

It didn’t take long for the Falmer to throw himself from the roof of the building and go rushing headlong towards his lover, sweeping her up into his arms and swinging her around “Isis!! Volaaana was afraid you’d FORGOTTEN about him!” he chirped happily, clinging to her as if he’d never let go.

Isis squawked as he held her, in surprise, and in relief, “Volanaaa!!” She preened, wrapping her limbs about the large male as best as she could and purred, “Isis would neeeeeever forget about Volana! NEVER!!” She squeaked, “Isis had to leave, her brother made her go to the Isles, back home to visit her family, she had no choice but to listen Volana, her brother would have carried her onto the ship!” She shook her head, the little bells tinkling as she looked into the Falmer’s single eye, “Isis wanted to tell you she did, but it was much too late..” She kissed his face and his scarred missing eye and cuddled him as much as possible.

“Isis will not do such a thing again Volana, she will not, beautiful Volana will always know, yes!”

[OH, this is Solonna, by the way, cute plump busty, insane,...

Mon, 07 Jan 2013 23:52:34 -0500

[OH, this is Solonna, by the way, cute plump busty, insane, cannibal Bosmer, perfect for Dinner parties. She’s Isis’ best friend (besides Volana~) also, she is the Listener yo, but you don’t have to address her as so unless you would like.. assuming you’re in the DB, otherwise you wouldn’t really.. know XD, but yee, she is also here for questioning and such!! She speaks in Italics!!]

|Where Have You Been|| [Volana\Isis]

Mon, 07 Jan 2013 23:43:45 -0500

The little Bosmer had made it far from Solitude, away and far, her eyes creeping on every movement, the need to find familiar faces growing.. perhaps not even faces.. just a face. A singular face, yes, this is what Isis needed. It had been months, yes months since she’d seen her dear and precious Volana, her beauuuutiful Volana. She could hardly even breathe let alone fathom what the mer was up to and doing while she was gone.. without a single word.. dearly she’d hoped he wouldn’t be mad, or upset.. or even.. no.. No treachery, Volana would never hurt her and be with another, this much she knew for a fact.

She skipped along the path, silent, an odd thing for the little Jester, but her mind couldn’t stop, she felt terrible, even through her eternal smile, she felt bad for leaving him without even a word, and nary a kiss! It wasn’t as though she had a choice, her brother would have carried her onto the ship if he had to..

She looked back to the woods, hoping to see something familiar.

||HeadCanon 002||

Mon, 07 Jan 2013 20:48:13 -0500

Isis has a certain type of mental affliction, insanity, obviously. But it wasn’t always as it is now with the speaking in third person, odd giggling and such. When she was younger (presumably 20s, now she’s 199) she was a normal mer, happy as could be for a little thing who had finally settled in with her adoptive family.

Her insanity grew slowly, from little voices odd opinions and outbursts to what she is now, it’s honestly safe to say that it will get worse as she ages, eventually to the point where she is completely unstable, and will likely rampage only to be killed by the luckiest of men. (who avoid her perfected dagger skills, 189 years of bladeswork will do that to a Bosmeri)

||HeadCanon 001||

Mon, 07 Jan 2013 20:46:51 -0500

Isis is very close to the Listener, she enjoys being a Silencer, as she is a born killer with contempt for secrecy and perfection, she finds she is not so good at much else. She was heavily considered by the others to be made a Speaker, but the Listener told the other 3 no, and elected another as Speaker, as she knows Isis is not fit for anything but Contracts.

The Listener, (For Isis, you do not have to take this into your own, you may if you’d like) is another Bosmer, named Solonna Dwin’anea, they are exceptionally close, both being short a number of marbles. Solonna is the more stable of the two, obviously, where Isis has a crazy and wild insanity, Solonna has a quiet and child like tendency (A coping mechanism from her childhood).

The sudden trip, the scoop up from her brother and push onto the...

Mon, 07 Jan 2013 20:36:01 -0500

The sudden trip, the scoop up from her brother and push onto the ship back to Summerset had shaken the little Jester, sitting there beside her elder brother, shaking as she got her sea legs back, unsure of what really to say to him. She missed her friends so much already.. and her dear Volana, oh how would he feel with the disappearance of the little Bosmer. She swallowed her fear and looked up at er Altmeri brother and hugged him without warning. His lips wore a scowl, but after a moment he relaxed and hugged her back.

For a moment Isis could remember when she was a little girl, her brother and she running a field, the little Bosmer smiled as she relaxed into her brother’s lap, she nodded off.

Weeks passed upon their visit, her mother doting over the odd little girl. Isis played with her younger brothers, teaching them odd tricks and things, telling them stories of her adventures in the Nordic Land, the monsters, the rebellion, she laughed as she sang to them one of the Bard’s songs she had picked up.

The warmth of her family kept her mind away from her other home, back in Skyrim.. her brothers and sisters there.. the Listener.

Isis bit through the couple of months, and before she knew it, she and her brother, with their father accompanying them, made their way to Skyrim, the seas as calm as they could be with the blizzard raging outside the cabin. Isis knew she wouldn’t see much of her father, busy in Solitude with her brother.

Isis let her mind relax, the thought of seeing her friends so warm to her..

[IN OTHER WORDS

hello, Isis is back, and I have moved Solonna (my Listener) here too!! So! LET’S PLAY

hi, Isis is here reporting for duty c:]