Samiyah's Restrings
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<used as light> (Powerful magic) (Glowing) the light of a reclaimed soul <used as light> (Moderate magic) (Glowing) the unbreakable bonds of family (*) <worn on finger> (Artifact magic) an intricately braided band of silver <worn on finger> (Moderate magic) (Bound) a bow of sisal and sable ribbon (*) <worn on finger> (Moderate magic) an onyx band wreathed in starlight (*) <worn around neck> (Moderate magic) a delicate necklace of stars and moons <worn around neck> (Artifact magic) (Glowing) a tribal-style necklace of lapis and opal pendants (*) <worn on body> (Potent magic) a sand-washed silk robe of soft desert hues (*) <worn on head> (Artifact magic) a small striped insect, darting about quickly (*) <worn on legs> (Potent magic) loose trousers of green linen with muddy hems (*) <worn on feet> (Potent magic) elven-style boots made of Onyx dragonhide (*) <worn on hands> (Potent magic) delicate patterns of mehndi framing her scars (*) <worn on arms> (Moderate magic) matching arm-cuffs of silver and moonstone <worn about body> (Moderate magic) the protection of the night (*) <worn about waist> (Moderate magic) a wide, fringed sash of sunset-hued linen <worn around wrist> (Moderate magic) a cuff bracelet of bronze and golden amber <worn around wrist> (Moderate magic) a braid of dried sage, salt and incense <worn with pride> (Weak magic) the scent of almonds and the desert winds <worn with pride> (Weak magic) the marks of a vampire's kiss <worn with pride> (Weak magic) the enduring scars of a Kindred's bonding kiss <worn with pride> (Weak magic) (Glowing) a dusky desert opal Thread
(*)Currently Worn
the light of a reclaimed soul
Worn: <used as light> (Powerful magic) (Glowing) the light of a reclaimed soul Long Description A glowing bit of light wavers here, holding all the colors of a desert opal. Look Soul: When the winged God of the desert Tribes, an Immortal she still feared and did not worship, was broken and dying, Samiyah willingly offered up a piece of her soul to help him live, despite of his past cruelties to her. It was the right thing - the good thing - to do. Her gift restored him. Over time, he won over the bard, gaining her trust, faith and loyalty, and her vow of worship when he regained his prior place among the gods. For a long time, she was his pride, a bright star amongst his Fallen Angels. But a day came when their paths were no longer one: a choice made between honor and obedience. The bright spark that a desert girl had given to sustain a God was cruelly cast upon the floor, kicked away as trash and named worthless. Despite the ill-treatment, here it steadily glows, reclaimed. It determinedly shines a light on all around it, a reminder to her that a message she gave to another -- that hope and joy last as long as they are given the chance to - is just as true for herself, as well. That what has been discarded by one, is still treasured by another. And that despite all that has been, and all that is, only she can choose what she will be.
the unbreakable bonds of family
(written for Cresom on the occasion of his (RL) dad's passing - he gifted it to Sami upon retirement) Long desc : One can only Admire the way that the love of family goes on and on, unbreakable.
Look Look glow love bonds family Shining, clear, and bright, the glow of a love that a family has for one another illuminates the entire area. Although spirit departs flesh, it yet shines on, an eternal presence and force in the lives of those it has touched.
an intricately braided band of silver
Worn: <worn on finger> (Artifact magic) an intricately braided band of silver Long Description: Exquisitely silken silver hair has been woven into a thirteen plait braided band. Look BAND The delicacy of the craftsmanship of this braided band is enough to take your breath away. Long, shimmering strands of hair - far too exquisite to be from a human head - have been plaited into a perfect circle, made to snugly fit on the finger of a certain desert girl. Look HAIR The sensuality of the softness and texture of the hair this ring is woven from has not been lost in any way, by being used to craft the band. It is like silk from the finest weavers of Cillidellia, warm and caressing upon the finger. It calls to mind the gentle caress of a girl, reaching up to brush back an errant lock from her hero's face. Look SILVER Sliding a fingertip over the shining length of this woven band, a strong image flares like a suddenly lit lantern in your mind: A vampire, standing still and silent within a dark Cave, asks quietly, 'Are you sure?' At your trembling nod, his hands cup your head, drawing you closer, and his skilled lips brush yours, gently teaching you the meaning and passion of a kiss. As he bends his head, a cascade of silver surrounds you - the antithesis to Seraph's sable wings - his knee-length hair flowing over your face and shoulders. Each and every time you would see it from that moment forward, it is this memory, as it formed a haven around you during his kiss, that would burn in your heart and make your cheeks flush scarlet. Look WIND Bonded, bound, silvery night to your golden sun, the image of Wind, known by others as Ghazkull Mahsong, sings in your mind's eye. His grave expression, wounded and sorrowed, as he severs a lock of his hair, giving it to you as a token, burns into you. His exquisite hazel gaze bores into you, and his soft voice pledges: "I will be with you in bond always. Your pain is my pain, and my strength is your strength. I endure it with you, always."
(Bound) a bow of sisal and sable ribbon
Worn: <worn on finger> (Moderate magic) (Bound) a bow of sisal and sable ribbon Long Description: Entwined lengths of sisal twine and a sable ribbon are bound into reminders. Look SISAL RIBBON Two more opposite materials can hardly be imagined. One strand is of sisal -- a natural, coarse fiber used in ropes on sailing vessels. This particular bit was part of a belt worn by a certain sailor's child. It serves as a reminder of a treasured friendship. The sight of it gives rise to memories of times up in the arms of a tree, crunching on apples. The second strand is a lightless sable, smooth and slick to the touch. It was given - along with an evil grin and a teasing admonishment that the wearer consult her Kindred advisor before undertaking on any dangerous adventures, by another, equally valued friend -- one more prone to shadowy mist and hurling of fiery rocks, but equally fond of the peace to be found in a tree. The two materials entwine and wrap around the finger of the desert bard, tied off with a small bow.
an onyx band wreathed in starlight
(written by DarkClaw)
Long description: A small dark ring sparkles here. worn description: (Moderate magic) an onyx band wreathed in starlight
Look ONYX BAND STARLIGHT This ring was undoubtedly crafted to catch the eye and beguile its onlooker. Twin bands of starlight grace the edges in complete circles, almost mesmerizing as they shimmer with each movement of its wearer, and would indeed be blinding in any larger quantity. It could be said that its creator intended to make an unspoken message, relaying that even the stars are within grasp.
a delicate necklace of stars and moons
(Created for the Kindred Masquerade)
Worn Description: <worn around neck> (Moderate magic) a delicate necklace of stars and moons Long Description: A thin silver chain supports small pendants of stars and moons. LOOK NECKLACE: Of Elven craftsmanship to be sure, this delicate piece of jewelry would enclose the throat of the wearer fairly closely. The links are open and intricate, and every three, a tiny pendant hangs: stars of five points, interspersed with a crescent moon. LOOK STARS Each star has been set with a tiny circle of moonstone, and something about their placement and position, some dangling from fragile chains, reminds you of the constellation of the Lovers, as seen from the view- point of the topmost spire of Cillidellia. LOOK MOON Each moon is silver, edged in luminous platinum to create a shimmering and subtle contrast that only the most keen-eyed could discern. Song, so faint as to be thought an illusion, whispers across your senses: . Silver crescent . glowing, pure - . a bond . a love . that yet endures...
a tribal-style necklace of lapis and opal pendants
Worn: <worn around neck> (Glowing) a tribal-style necklace of lapis and opal pendants Long Description: Three teardrop pendants of lapis and opal hang from each plaque of this collar. LOOK NECKLACE: Rectangular plaques of silver, intricately carved with arabesques, have been sewn onto a band of sapphire velvet to protect the wearer's skin. Crafted to fit quite closely, it would perfectly encircle the throat. Hanging from each of the plaques is a trio of teardrop-shaped pendants. The outer two are just a touch smaller and are a glowing, gold-touched lapis. The center droplet is a luminous greenish-gold opal. Runes have been carved into each gemstone, in the flowing script of the tribal tongue, entwined with Elvish runes. LOOK RUNES: The runes read the same in both languages, each line interwoven and entwined with the other, as it tells the tale: Sister to Brother Bound by blood Bound by love Set to a task Enchantment to gain Vision obtain The world explored Elements found Earth to earth bound LOOK LAPIS OPAL The gemstones used in this necklace are of the highest quality. Stones such as this can only be found deep within the Eastern Desert, mined a piece at a time, by hand, by the tribesfolk who make it their home.
a sand-washed silk robe of soft desert hues
Long Description: All of the hues of the desert sunrise shimmer within the silk of this robe. Worn Description: <worn on body> (Potent magic) a sand-washed silk robe of soft desert hues LOOK ROBE: Soft and luxurious to the touch, sandwashed silk has been used to make a robe of unsurpassed beauty. With its square, Mandarin collar, the front placket is modestly held closed by a dozen small rosewood buttons, each inlaid with tiny circles of moonstone. Long, full sleeves are drawn in at a wide cuff, keeping the garment from getting in the way during combat. Embroidery in a dusky rose shade covers the bodice of the robe, in a swirling pattern that resembles the dunes of a desert or perhaps swathes of thick, concealing mist - or both. It is of modest length, and while feminine of cut, the curves beneath are merely gracefully hinted at, rather than put on a blatant display. A full hem makes this garment perfectly suited for dancing. LOOK SILK HUES The silk of this robe is a thick, lush sand-washed silk. The matte finish seems to draw in and dampen the light, unlike the more common glossy silk found most everywhere. This must have been specially commissioned from an expert weaver - most likely one of Sombra's apprentices. The fabric holds each and every one of the colors of a desert sunrise, from golden yellow, to soft mauve, to dusty rose, embracing the wearer in the warmth of dawn. LOOK DAWN: One unusual deepening sliver of color appears on the back of the robe: a subtle misty grayish tone. Like a cloud-picture, the shape resolves for only a brief moment, into a tall, elven figure, vigilantly watching until the dawn, represented by a swirl of hues and embroidery, intrudes.
loose trousers of green linen with muddy hems
Worn Description: <worn on legs>(Potent magic) loose trousers of green linen with muddy hems Long Description: Mud weighs down the hems of these soft, loose trousers of deep green linen. Look trousers: Made in the tribal style - a drawstring-cinched waist, with wide, loose legs that conceal the form of the wearer - these trousers look comfy. A band of darker color marks where the fabric has been dampened by thick, flowing mist. To be so saturated, the wearer would have had to spend a great deal of time there. Mud clings to the soggy hems, evidence of the many roads traveled. Look linen: The fabric of these trousers is a medium-weight, strong yet soft linen, of the type favored by the tribes. Warm enough for cold desert nights, yet comfortable in even the full heat of noon, they are resistant to a thorny bramble, the butting horns of a hungry young goat or a mis-cast fish hook at the end of a willow pole. Look mist mists: Ephemeral tendrils of mist yet cling to the moist fabric of the hems of these trousers, in an entirely mystical, magical, sorcerous and utterly non-natural way. They must be imbued with Kindred magic... Look mud: Grains of desert sand intermingle with silty Sava River mud, layered on graveyard dust. Flecks of tree bark, clumps of grey, ashen soil from a town plagued by a curse and even a tiny bit of snow, weigh down the hem of these trousers, evidence of her far travels. Look Green: With a hue that perfectly matches the top side of the leaves that grace the sylvan trees of Loth-Llorien, these trousers are a deep, vivid green.
elven-style boots made of Onyx dragonhide
Long Description: The impossible-to-obtain hide of the Onyx Dragon has been used for boots! Worn: <worn on feet> (Potent magic) elven-style boots made of Onyx dragonhide Look BOOTS: The fearsome creature that lurks beneath the Riverdale Plantation has brought about many an adventurer's death. Yet, despite its claws or a horrific blast of gas from its gaping maw, it has been defeated twice in single combat by the Eldest of Kindred - his potent sorcery, blade, and spells a match for the wyrm. After he had its tough hide stitched into a bag, some bits and pieces were left over. These were gifted to a certain desert bard in the form of a pair of lovely and sturdy knee height boots. A black-on-black pattern of an ancient tree, the model for which is in Sanguinna, climbs up the side of the boot. Buttons in the shape of a crescent moon cupped around a daisy fasten them closed.
delicate patterns of mehndi framing her scars
Long Description: Sacred patterns and arabesques of henna are made to grace dusky skin. LOOK PATTERNS: Arabesques and floral patterns frame, rather than conceal, a scar bisecting the palm of the bearer: Oath of sisterhood, sworn in faith, forever makes a tribe of two. They continue down the hand, encircle the wrist, and honor a set of punctures, stark white against dusky skin, left by a Kindred's Kiss. These two scars mark her forever - sister and Bonded - honored by the oaths of those she values most.
matching arm-cuffs of silver and moonstone
Long DescriptioN: A pair of arm cuffs lies here, made of silver with accents of moonstone. Worn Description: <worn on arms> (Moderate magic) matching arm-cuffs of silver and moonstone LOOK CUFFS: These arm-cuffs are clearly of desert manufacture, in both style and material. The design is abstract, with sweeping curves reminiscent of wind-swept dunes. An opalescent crescent of moonstone is the sole ornamentation.
the protection of the night
(written by Nicholai)
Worn Description: <worn about body> (Moderate magic) the protection of the night Long Description: Absorbing all light around it, a pile of darkness lies here. Look night: You feel a sense of peace and solace in her presence. Look Darkness: Woven of pure darkness extracted from the night, this cloak protects you from harm while imbuing you with the strength of the kindred. A gift from a friend mysterious and elusive as darkness itself, wearing it provides you with a sense that he is near, even when unseen. Look friend: He is the darkness and the mist, everywhere and nowhere at once. Look kindred: The longing to be near, the twinge in your wrist, wearing this cloak helps to alleviate the pain.
a wide, fringed sash of sunset-hued linen
Long Description: A long fringed length of linen, the hues of a desert sunset, lies here. Worn Description: <worn on arms> (Moderate magic) a wide, fringed sash of sunset-hued linen LOOK SASH: With an arabesque pattern reminiscent of stars of deep plum overlaying the variegated hues of a desert sunset, this sash is clearly of desert- make. Fringe decorates both ends: a deep midnight blue that is about a hand's span long. If only this sash had a small pocket or two to tuck treasures into, it would be perfect.
a cuff bracelet of bronze and golden amber
Long Description: A sun-in-glory made of golden amber glows upon the surface of this bronze cuff. Worn Description: <worn around wrist> (Moderate magic) a cuff bracelet of bronze and golden amber LOOK CUFF BRACELET Arabesques mimicking the sun's rays curve outward in radiant pennants from a large cabochon of rutilated amber upon this wide cuff bracelet. It is a highly polished pale bronze, and variations within the metal, through care in its forging, seem to emulate the undulating curves of the sandy desert dunes. Engraving on the surface replicates the henna patterns inked on the skin beneath, creating multiple layers of motif that fascinate the eye. Though wide, it is not heavy, but seems a bit more sturdy where it passes over the vulnerable pulse point, as if to guard from the assaulting penetration of unwelcome fangs -- though an decrescent-shaped clasp to one side would allow swift removal, should a Kindred's attentions be welcome... LOOK CLASP The clasp is simple in design, contrasting the complexity of the motifs elsewhere on this cuff bracelet. A decrescent moon of misty-pale silver catches and holds to a daisy to form the closure. The mechanism is set such that it would be awkward for anyone but the wearer to remove it -- never by chance or accident -- only by deliberate action. LOOK DAISY: The daisy represented in metal on this bracelet is a simple, common flower, with slightly crushed and imperfect petals. It lays within the protection of a decrescent moon.
a braid of dried sage, salt and incense
Long Description : Salt crystals nestle within a braid of dried sage and sacred incense. Worn Description : (Moderate Magic) a braid of dried sage, salt and incense LOOK BRAID: As thin as a bangle bracelet, twin strands of dried, long leaf sage entwine with a single flexible thread of holy incense, gathered from the shadows of N'Kai. Scattered like gems between the filaments, large salt crystals catch the light. Together, these three elements create a potent ritual object. No negativity can withstand the purifying essence of sage. No fear can endure the cleansing of peaceful enlightenment. No ill-intent cannot be bound into impotency by salt. Together, they allow the wearer to stand fearless, calm, and centered -- even in the face of that which must be opposed, to her last breath or beat of heart. That it was given by the one to whom he gives oath, She who leads the Lost and has offered her love and support, is not lost on the wearer. LOOK SAGE: Though dried, the sage still holds some of the delicacy and softness of its natural state. A whispered spell binds it from breaking. Only the Lady who picked it from the base of a mighty oak, nestled in amongst violets planted above a grave, knows its source. LOOK INCENSE: Gathered from the shadowed depths of N'Kai, this incense is borne by one of the creatures there. It has been used, to great success, to rid a holy spot of the foul taint of a defiling presence. Here, it grants enlightenment in times of stress and worry, allowing calm and peace to replace fear or panic. Its rich scent calls to mind sacred temples to long ago gods, and the faith of one who is dear to the wearer. LOOK SALT: These large crystals of salt are clearly of the kind only found where sand meets sea. Harvested from the shoreline of the Vast Sea where it persists in its battle against the dunes of the desert, each one is nearly as large as a pea. Here and there, a tenacious grain of sand clings.
the scent of almonds and the desert winds
Worn Description: the scent of almonds and the desert winds Long Description: The air stirs here, bearing the scent of sand and almond groves.
Look scent almonds wind The warm air swirls around you, bearing the scent of sun-heated sand, the warmth of the palms, and a hint of sweetness from a distant grove of exotic almonds.
the marks of a vampire's kiss
Worn Description: the marks of a vampire's kiss Long Description: A pair of perfectly round scars are a potent reminder of a vampire's kiss.
Look Bite kiss marks A vision sweeps over you: His pale hands cup your dusky wrist, lifting it with grace and gentleness. A quiet murmur: "Are you sure?" At your tremulous nod, he lifts it higher, His lips part, fangs bared. Topaz eyes hold yours as he bites, and a sweet pain washes over you, chased away by the sensation of warm honey suffusing your veins. He drinks silently, breaking away just as you do not think you can bear it any more. A respectful kiss - the slightest touch of tongue - and the wound is closed, and a bond solidified.
the enduring scars of a Kindred's bonding kiss
Worn Description: <worn with pride> (Weak magic) the enduring scars of a Kindred's bonding kiss Long Description: A pair of perfectly round scars upon her throat are a potent reminder of a Kiss.
LOOK SCARS BOND A vision sweeps over you: "Samiyah...I thank you." A bejeweled cup is lifted to his hungry mouth and he drinks... Your blood is the catalyst of his Change, his Awakening, and it is the first link in the chain that will bind you together. . . . His pale hands cup your dusky wrist, lifting it with grace and gentleness. A quiet murmur: "Are you sure?" At your tremulous nod, he lifts it higher, His lips part, fangs bared. Hazel eyes hold yours as he bites, and a sweet pain washes over you, chased away by the sensation of warm honey suffusing your veins. He drinks silently, breaking away just as you do not think you can bear it any more. A respectful kiss - the slightest touch of tongue - and the wound is closed, and a bond solidified. . . . "I need you." "Do you need me now?" "Yes. And tomorrow, too. And the day after that, as well." The moon washes the amphitheater with a silver hue as he rushes to you. Standing, you move into his arms, as naturally as a wave washes into the shore. You sweep your hair to one side, and plead: "Wind..please?" His voice is hoarse: "As long as you are sure?" His lips press lightly to your forehead, then find your throat. Teasingly, fangs graze, then suddenly pierce your flesh, and the Bond becomes unbreakable. LOOK KISS REMINDER As your gaze falls upon the scars upon dusky skin, a wracking, shuddering wave of pleasure crashes over you -- the potent memory of the pleasure of his bite. An involuntary gasp escapes your lips and your knees grow weak.
a dusky desert opal Thread
Worn Description: <worn with pride> (Weak magic) (Glowing) a dusky desert opal Thread Long Description: When a Thread is Bound tightly: does it corrupt? or does it become corrupted? LOOK THREAD Was it was close associations with the Lost and Hunt? The repairs done to her shattered soul by her Machiavelian father, or a connection to a sentient evil artifact of death? Was it her eager willingness to share her blood to save another? Or was it simply the inescapable transition from girl to woman? Whatever the root cause, the Thread of Samiyah is no longer the pure, radiant desert opal it once was. Dusky sunset hues stain it, like a veil of shadow, proof of the changes within her. Too long, she has embraced the Night in metaphor and reality: she sees the Moon even when the Sun shines above. Her thoughts take dark turns and violence sometimes becomes the answer that comes to mind - where once, flight was all that she knew. Now she knows the meaning of cruelty and of icy silence and the lengths that one might go to feed a Hunger that burns within. Yet, the glowing hues remain at her Thread's core, deep within, forever polished to brightness by adversity.