Firiona Vie Everquest

OOC ~ This is more a private Roleplay between Storm and I and will be based primarily on AB. We chose twins not to copy Gilliadson and Sine, but for the future RP we have lined up between the siblings. Storm wanted to try a new class so I said I'd make one along with him on AB, so the idea of twins was born and our idea's went from there. You are all welcome to read it of course, but if you want to join in, PM me or Storm first please and we'll work around it.

Jetamio's sudden redisappearence wasn't as omnious as it at first seemed. She had instructed Xarzith and her companions to keep others away until she was ready to return. She had found Stormfollower's spirit to be rather potent, and again made the journey North to his people for the relative peace she would have.
Some of the Northerners still distrusted the 'Witch', although the majority were hospitable to their Leader's wife. Jetamio kept to their ways as much as possible, settling back into more domestic ways. She refused point blank to be confined to the Birthing Hut, knowing she would not be able to tolerate being cooped up for months again, but other than that did as she was asked. No one dared order her to do anything for fear of the wrath she might bring upon them with her strange ways, but Jetamio never refused a reasonable request.
There she waited for Stormfollower to come home for the winter, hoping that he and Tortha and Cionaodh would make it through the pass before the snows became too high or she would have to go it alone. Luckily they made it, Storm and Tortha arriving in a blizzard, and Cionaidh teleporting in the next day, albeit to a place outside the village so as not to spook the villagers. Tortha had grown up among them and was accepted, but his younger sister had spent her youth mostly in the South with her strange mother and they didn't know much about the silver haired teenager.
On an icy cold clear day in the middle of winter, Jetamio finally relented to tradition and went to the Birthing Hut when her labour started. By the time the sun had set, Remis and Radha had come into the world.

Tortha had watched quietly, while Cionaodh had helped out. Secretly he wondered if he would ever be a father, or if his strange alchemy of blood would render him sterile as often happened in the wild. He knew of his much older siblings from times gone past, only two pureblood and one of those dead at a young age, but Jetamio only had one grandchild to this day. He looked down upon the sleeping newborns and decided then that if he could never have his own children, he would make sure these two would be well looked after.

A lone wolf howled in the distance, breaking the long calm silence that followed the babies arrival into the world. A spider wandered aimlessly within the warmth of a shadow in the corner of the birthing hut weaving a web of a pattern unfamiliar to its instincts. Out in the bay nearby, deep beneath the surface of the water, something stirred in the depth of a darkened coral cave. Its primordial mind reached towards the surface aware and expectant of the twins. The echoes of some lost kingdom back beyond the reach of records, resonant in its intent.
Stormfollower sat close by Jetamios side watching the two little ones snuggle themselves close to thier adoring mother. He was overcome by the beauty of the events he had just witnessed but the shadow of some brooding spirit hung heavy in his mind. He senced the looming dreams that would follow that night. Dreams that he had had before. Dreams in the halls of the undersea magician.
The twins were both beautifull and healthy and his family had been drawn even closer together by thier coming. Yet Stormfollower worried for the saftey of them all. No one could tell what he was thinking for his face had long practiced the art of apearing happy even in the dawning of impending doom. None could know his waxing dread for the resurfacing of an enemy he had known through many lifetimes.
"They are beautifull Jetamio, they shine as you do. Stars of pure joy!"
He smiled at them all.

Jetamio watched smiling as Radha slashed and sliced at the long grass. She was a happy child, laughing and giggling in the summer shower that left her drenched, her red hair stuck to her face. She had just been given a small sword to play with by one of the village smiths, and she had solemnly declared that she was going to be a Paladin when she grew up. But she was as wild as her mother and loved the outdoors and the storms, and Jetamio was sure she would follow Karana rather than Tunare. This did not offend Jetamio, she had always let her children follow their own path.

Radha paused and looked around, keeping an eye out for her brother who was never far from her thoughts if not from her side. Sometimes when they were apart she'd stop and stand stock still as if listening to something. Jetamio often wondered if the twins had a telepathic link to each other. While both were affectionate enough with their older siblings, the bond between Radha and Remis was particularly strong.

Remis watched the ways of his father. He would be a shaman in the way of his father. He showed great promise for it too. Speaking sagely of his dreams of ball games and fishing trips. And dancing, always dancing. He was much like Stormfollower in this respect and everyone spoke of how he would one day lead the dances. His adoration of his twin was apperent everytime they were together. Smiling and laughing with her, hanging on her every word. He would pretend to be dragons and zombies for her to smite, much to her glee. Often they would be seen racing together across the great north levy... full of life and the joy for thier childhood. They would giggle and play long into the evenings together and the tribe was gladened by their love.

The two were all but inseparable until they reached the age where they would choose their path. Radha had grown into a tall and graceful woman, with her mothers fiery hair and golden eyes. Remis too carried himself with elven grace, though he was far from feminine.

Radha stuck to her childhood dream and chose the path of the Paladin, one that would take her away from their peaceful village to the bustling city of Qeynos for training. Remis chose to stay and learn his fathers craft, meaning the twins would be separated for the first time in their lives. But they would never be truly apart, for the bond between them was strong, stronger than even their parents knew. Nothing could ever come between them...could it?