More voices in his head. He was slowly getting irritated by that. You better have a real good reason for doing this, Milkhaire. Or I am gonna get real pissed. The old man’s words did make some sense though. Damn right the war must be fought. But, not against the Count. Against these people Avi-Ralin spoke off. Against the demons. Not amongst us. If the others would only listen. Nothing else. Just listen to what I had to say.
Bringing him back with her voice, Syra told her story. It was confusing, but somehow he expected that. He was not sure why, but it seemed fitting. Perhaps it is how she did it in her dreams. He believed her. His mind was filling in the gaps in her story with additional details. Like he knew the story already. Like he had heard it before. Maybe I did. Dreams mingling with waking world. It felt strange. He never truly did pay much attention to dreams. Not till now. Not till she walked out of one. How many of those I dreamt off were real? How many exist, struggling somewhere in the world? No answers to those questions. Only blurry images and half-memories.
A hint of an amused smile spread over his face as she gave them her story. She seemed to be picking up the pace as her air ran out, which perhaps seemed impossible, but she managed to pull it off. Then Gwayne spoke and Gavin stared at the adhiel in surprise. The man changed the subject, though at the same time spoke of matters at hand. War is coming. People will fight and die. And this Peckalot and Peccia sound like the same guy. With a deep breath, Gavin pondered for a flicker how to begin. [i]Introductions first. Then questions. Then clarifications.
“Okay, allow me to help. Avi-Ralin Truesilver of Nazareen, this is Gwayne. Gwayne this is Avi-Ralin. She was already here when we arrived. And she told a tale of her own. She too saw some men desecrating the stones. Just like you and Syra. She fought them with a help of an earth spirit and forced them to run. Correct me if I get something wrong.†Turning to Syrawenn he grinned. I am not sure, but it should be a day or so after Samheen 24th. The year is 1224. I am not sure on the exact date as I was knocked out by some sort of poison on 24th. I reckon it can’t be more that a day or two later.â€
His glance was on Milkhaire, but he had a strange sensation that it was misplaced. Those he blamed for the predicament weren’t here. He was beginning to like the old guy, despite his tendency to speak right into his brain. He just could not place a blame for worldly actions on the old man. He is revered, but somehow seems unable to order Howland to poison me. I just can’t see him doing it. Not for real. “Now, no more of that Lord stuff, Gwayne. I am Gavin. Ditch the Lord stuff, or I might get upset. Pardon me, but I am not in the best of moods. Head hurts and I am as hungry as a wolf. Top that with a feeling that I have been tricked and betrayed and you get a hint. Now, teaching you swordfight is possible. It will take a bit of time, but I can teach you the basics. The rest will come with time. But, first we need to make something clear.â€
This time he turned towards Milkhaire and gazed deep into the man’s eyes. “I really don’t appreciate the fact that you use magick instead of words. But, I will let that pass for now, cause we have a bigger problem. These men that are tumbling down the stone circles. Do you have any idea who they are? And more importantly where I can find them? I would really like to pay them a visit and ask them politely if they would stop.†If the dripping sarcasm in his voice could be mistaken for something else, the wicked smile on his lips could not. The big man just found a focus for his anger. And were it not for all that rage he might have felt sorry for them. “And most importantly, if we manage to stop them, would you reconsider this whole rebellion? If the stone tumbling is stopped would you speak to the Count and try to come to terms with him? Neither side will profit from this. And would hate to see a war so close to home. I am Islay born myself. My mum’s parents were of the Clans. O’Brien’s. And as you heard, I think both you and the Count might be in this for the wrong reasons. Someone pulled your strings and has now left you to fight. Wanna bet someone will come to pick up the spoils of war later on? Maybe even the same bunch that is destroying the stones?â€
As if remembering something, the Dortman raised his finger towards Milkhaire in a mock warning. “Bear in mind one thing. I can’t promise the Count will listen. I can promise that I will do my best to persuade him. Your guys got me wrong. I am not his representative. I am merely a guy who happened to save his life and got personally involved. It took some persuasion to get those lads to follow me here. They were meant to be protection. I can be a damn persuasive though, and I will really give it my best.â€
A Union of Cross Purposes - SH 26th
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Gavin Tylvan
- Baron of Bru¡ch
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Gwayne of Vendeling
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OOC: Because I am off for a week I do a small in between post. A reaction to Gavin.
Strange Gwayne thought He does not want to be Lord... But he nodded non the less. He took time to overthink the words Gavin had spoken to him and later to Milkhaire then he responded.
His voice was soft and clear. "Nobility is not something that is only in people's blood. Sometime's people have it by nature. My calling you Lord only reflects my view of you Gavin. And omitting a title won't change a thing in that. The fact that you are willing to do your best to stop people from suffering shows a inborn nobility that not many have. I shall follow you in this quest and stop a war, or die trying."
The young man's eye's reflected the resolve that was also in his words. Something had changed in him. The anger had changed.
Strange Gwayne thought He does not want to be Lord... But he nodded non the less. He took time to overthink the words Gavin had spoken to him and later to Milkhaire then he responded.
His voice was soft and clear. "Nobility is not something that is only in people's blood. Sometime's people have it by nature. My calling you Lord only reflects my view of you Gavin. And omitting a title won't change a thing in that. The fact that you are willing to do your best to stop people from suffering shows a inborn nobility that not many have. I shall follow you in this quest and stop a war, or die trying."
The young man's eye's reflected the resolve that was also in his words. Something had changed in him. The anger had changed.
The Goddess is at my side, until she decides to leave me...
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Abner Klop
- Civus
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Although outwardly silent during the others' exchange of stories, Abner was engaged in a rather exhausting series of mental gymnastics. His attempt to bifurcate his consciousness was no easy task—he could feel the strain building up in the form a throbbing headache that promised to make his silverfoil hangover pale in comparison—but inasmuch as he had not completely lost contact with the shaman's mind, it seemed to be working, and the gnome redoubled his efforts.
Then something clicked, and Abner was there: fully aware of the group's conversation in one part of his mind, and at sea in rush of images within the mind of Milkhaire with the other part. He had to struggle not to be overwhelmed by the flood, but gradually the seething images withdrew leaving the scene of a single atrocity, playing out in brutal clarity. Abner shuddered. He could almost feel the Dortman's knife as it cut outthe boy's tongue, and he understood that this had happened to Milkhaire. Thus it was strange that the feeling that persisted after the scene had finished was not one of pain, or anger, or hatred, but simply of peace. The gnome could barely comprehend the purity of spirit that could respond to such crimes without a thirst for vengeance, but he knew intuitively that therein lay the path that would defeat the rising Darkness.
Abner was still suspended between his two mental states. He wondered whether the connection with Milkhaire was one-way, or if he could communicate back. if the shaman could only see what Abner and Gavin had been through, surely he would understand the urgency of their mission, understand that the war had to be avoided at all cost. Perhaps Milkhaire could even piece together the parts of the mystery that still had not been deciphered. A horde of images flashed through the gnome's mind, all clamoring for prominence and attention: the death-ship and the black stone, the monstrosity in the Castle, the Steward, the secret room, the death of the spy Cheerio, even the witch Vaga Hex from his dream. But the image that ultimately asserted itself most strongly was a much older memory: that of a single wildflower blooming in a blackened wasteland that had once been a gently rolling plain in Nipponar. This demonstration of the Earth's rebirth even in the midst of the worst destruction demonkind could wreak had made a powerful impression on the young Abner—it was, in its way, as defining an experience as the violence suffered by Milkhaire—and it was to this image that he had ever since turned when he needed to reinforce his hope for the future. Abner concentrated on this image so that it shone like a beacon in his mind. If it was possible for him to transmit as well as receive through the connection he had with Milkhaire, this image is what the shaman would see.
Unfortunately, the effort involved in this concentration only heightened the strain on the little scientist. As the pain in his head surged to an excruciating level, Abner doubted how much longer he could maintain this dual-mind state, and anyone watching the gnome would have noticed his face turning ashen and beads of sweat forming at his temples.
Then something clicked, and Abner was there: fully aware of the group's conversation in one part of his mind, and at sea in rush of images within the mind of Milkhaire with the other part. He had to struggle not to be overwhelmed by the flood, but gradually the seething images withdrew leaving the scene of a single atrocity, playing out in brutal clarity. Abner shuddered. He could almost feel the Dortman's knife as it cut outthe boy's tongue, and he understood that this had happened to Milkhaire. Thus it was strange that the feeling that persisted after the scene had finished was not one of pain, or anger, or hatred, but simply of peace. The gnome could barely comprehend the purity of spirit that could respond to such crimes without a thirst for vengeance, but he knew intuitively that therein lay the path that would defeat the rising Darkness.
Abner was still suspended between his two mental states. He wondered whether the connection with Milkhaire was one-way, or if he could communicate back. if the shaman could only see what Abner and Gavin had been through, surely he would understand the urgency of their mission, understand that the war had to be avoided at all cost. Perhaps Milkhaire could even piece together the parts of the mystery that still had not been deciphered. A horde of images flashed through the gnome's mind, all clamoring for prominence and attention: the death-ship and the black stone, the monstrosity in the Castle, the Steward, the secret room, the death of the spy Cheerio, even the witch Vaga Hex from his dream. But the image that ultimately asserted itself most strongly was a much older memory: that of a single wildflower blooming in a blackened wasteland that had once been a gently rolling plain in Nipponar. This demonstration of the Earth's rebirth even in the midst of the worst destruction demonkind could wreak had made a powerful impression on the young Abner—it was, in its way, as defining an experience as the violence suffered by Milkhaire—and it was to this image that he had ever since turned when he needed to reinforce his hope for the future. Abner concentrated on this image so that it shone like a beacon in his mind. If it was possible for him to transmit as well as receive through the connection he had with Milkhaire, this image is what the shaman would see.
Unfortunately, the effort involved in this concentration only heightened the strain on the little scientist. As the pain in his head surged to an excruciating level, Abner doubted how much longer he could maintain this dual-mind state, and anyone watching the gnome would have noticed his face turning ashen and beads of sweat forming at his temples.
"Wel loved he garlek, onyons, and eek lekes,
And for to drynken strong wyn reed as blood"
--Geoffery Chaucer
And for to drynken strong wyn reed as blood"
--Geoffery Chaucer
... flower... Came the voice inside Abner's head.
... the fern and the flower are one as are day and dusk...
With the shaman's words playing about in his head, the strain on Abner to maintain his split consciousness somehow eased. The shaman's crystal blue eyes brought a sense of serenity and relief to the little vegetable scientist. Milkhaire seemed to have taken the strain away and made it much easier for the Gnome to generate this strange new sense of awareness. The tightness eased, and Abner found that effort to stay in this state was as simple as forcing himself to inhale and exhale.
... save your fight... save your fight for the dark ones...
The strange, white haired man stood after he finished his song. It seemed at last that he was about to speak. Only a few awkward flickers passed and he said nothing. Then that calm and soothing presence in their heads returned.
... the stones fall by the hands of those that follow the eye...we came across their ilk not long ago... many were killed for their desecration of our holy sites... some have fled back to the sea... we have demanded they stop their march of arrow and axe...
For the first time he seemed to be addressing them and their questions directly, as if he'd only recently rediscovered how to talk to men once more.
... it is not the Count that brings war to us... but we will seek freedom and peace in which to live our lives... we defend ourselves from attacks and ire... we were not the ones who started the death... but we will be ones to finish it...
He looked at all of them now. It was a strange sensation, after dealing him until this point when he seemed almost incapable of such a simple thing. His serene and peaceful gaze settled on Syrawenn.
... you must choose young one... you must choose your path... the Korey will return when the stones are restored... the Korey are tied to the blood of this land and the flesh of the earth... I hear your cry for vengeance... but what was lost can never be reborn until the stain of darkness is lifted... but you must listen... you must listen to your heart and still the anger and chaos of your soul... peace cannot come from such ways...
His attention wandered from person to person until resting at last with Gavin.
... those who defiled the stones are gone... we have hunted them as the falcon and the fox... their heads decorate our gibbet... their blood quenches our thirst... yet war is still upon us...
... now we will rise up to defend ourselves with thorn and thistle against bears of blood and the darkness that rules them...
... for she has haunted my dreams as well...
... the Dyimmoryd... it is there, and only there... where her darkness must be stopped...
... the fern and the flower are one as are day and dusk...
With the shaman's words playing about in his head, the strain on Abner to maintain his split consciousness somehow eased. The shaman's crystal blue eyes brought a sense of serenity and relief to the little vegetable scientist. Milkhaire seemed to have taken the strain away and made it much easier for the Gnome to generate this strange new sense of awareness. The tightness eased, and Abner found that effort to stay in this state was as simple as forcing himself to inhale and exhale.
... save your fight... save your fight for the dark ones...
The strange, white haired man stood after he finished his song. It seemed at last that he was about to speak. Only a few awkward flickers passed and he said nothing. Then that calm and soothing presence in their heads returned.
... the stones fall by the hands of those that follow the eye...we came across their ilk not long ago... many were killed for their desecration of our holy sites... some have fled back to the sea... we have demanded they stop their march of arrow and axe...
For the first time he seemed to be addressing them and their questions directly, as if he'd only recently rediscovered how to talk to men once more.
... it is not the Count that brings war to us... but we will seek freedom and peace in which to live our lives... we defend ourselves from attacks and ire... we were not the ones who started the death... but we will be ones to finish it...
He looked at all of them now. It was a strange sensation, after dealing him until this point when he seemed almost incapable of such a simple thing. His serene and peaceful gaze settled on Syrawenn.
... you must choose young one... you must choose your path... the Korey will return when the stones are restored... the Korey are tied to the blood of this land and the flesh of the earth... I hear your cry for vengeance... but what was lost can never be reborn until the stain of darkness is lifted... but you must listen... you must listen to your heart and still the anger and chaos of your soul... peace cannot come from such ways...
His attention wandered from person to person until resting at last with Gavin.
... those who defiled the stones are gone... we have hunted them as the falcon and the fox... their heads decorate our gibbet... their blood quenches our thirst... yet war is still upon us...
... now we will rise up to defend ourselves with thorn and thistle against bears of blood and the darkness that rules them...
... for she has haunted my dreams as well...
... the Dyimmoryd... it is there, and only there... where her darkness must be stopped...
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Syrawenn
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From her own point of view Syrawenn had given this 'storytelling and explaining'stuff a fair chance. As far as she could see she had even been rather comprehensive.
A satisfied smirk appeared on the youngster's face as she folded her arms.
The only trouble is that my story is just about as believable as monkeys flying on banana's!
The smirk was replaced by a frown, the arms dropped to her sides. "Well, damnit, I couldn't have made it up by myself, right?" She muttered, not to anyone in particular as she was wont to do. Right then Gwayne's hand landed on her shoulder, jerking her out of her thoughts.
"It's okay, sis."
Okay?
SIS?
"Huh?" Came the highly intelligent answer as she turned to face the strange Adhiel with a raised eyebrow. "You said what?" But already he had moved on to speak to the others and Syrawenn shook her head, certain she had somehow misunderstood...as she was also wont to do.
Oh man....I don't like this. I am waaaaaaaaaay out of my league here! Escorting some weird convo one way is one thing, but this? Ancient stories, time and space folded and crumbled and spread out again, rocks crumbling and falling and some weirdo dark lady telling us where to go and now this Milky and Abner WANTING us to go there too? Bloody flippin hell and WHY is Gavin real? Who thought up this joke of cosmic proportions? DAMNIT! Life was a lot easier in nowhen then now.
The funny thing was that nobody actually asked for clarifications or even hinted at her story being too weird to be true. It made the other eyebrow join the first in an unbelieving frown as she listened to the conversation unfold further.
"Samheen 24th? Shit! Lemme think...jygust....12, 14, 16, hold the 2, carry the 4....divide by one third and take a few eggs....that's a couple of weeks...not bad. Not bad at all. Not bad...Samheen? HAH! And here I thought I missed my birthday! Haha! This is too funny! I've been everywhere and everywhen and still back in time for dinner! Hahaha! Oh, dinner...yeah, well, Wolfman, I offered you something to eat and you declined, so..."
Whatever she wanted to say next was broken off by the unasked for intrusion of her mind by the Milkyman. His words were strangely comforting as he spoke of Korey returning....his words were decidedly nasty when he obviously spoke of confronting the weirdo lady and lift taints and stuff.
"Bleh..." Syrawenn stuck out her tongue and sat down in a nonchalant heap of arms and legs. "Just in time for the chaos....Listen to my heart, eh?"
Gavin.
Her cheeks warmed up. Quickly the girl sought another object to lay her eyes on. "Chaos is good. There's safety in insanity." She mumbled, drawing a tree with her finger in the sand.
A satisfied smirk appeared on the youngster's face as she folded her arms.
The only trouble is that my story is just about as believable as monkeys flying on banana's!
The smirk was replaced by a frown, the arms dropped to her sides. "Well, damnit, I couldn't have made it up by myself, right?" She muttered, not to anyone in particular as she was wont to do. Right then Gwayne's hand landed on her shoulder, jerking her out of her thoughts.
"It's okay, sis."
Okay?
SIS?
"Huh?" Came the highly intelligent answer as she turned to face the strange Adhiel with a raised eyebrow. "You said what?" But already he had moved on to speak to the others and Syrawenn shook her head, certain she had somehow misunderstood...as she was also wont to do.
Oh man....I don't like this. I am waaaaaaaaaay out of my league here! Escorting some weird convo one way is one thing, but this? Ancient stories, time and space folded and crumbled and spread out again, rocks crumbling and falling and some weirdo dark lady telling us where to go and now this Milky and Abner WANTING us to go there too? Bloody flippin hell and WHY is Gavin real? Who thought up this joke of cosmic proportions? DAMNIT! Life was a lot easier in nowhen then now.
The funny thing was that nobody actually asked for clarifications or even hinted at her story being too weird to be true. It made the other eyebrow join the first in an unbelieving frown as she listened to the conversation unfold further.
"Samheen 24th? Shit! Lemme think...jygust....12, 14, 16, hold the 2, carry the 4....divide by one third and take a few eggs....that's a couple of weeks...not bad. Not bad at all. Not bad...Samheen? HAH! And here I thought I missed my birthday! Haha! This is too funny! I've been everywhere and everywhen and still back in time for dinner! Hahaha! Oh, dinner...yeah, well, Wolfman, I offered you something to eat and you declined, so..."
Whatever she wanted to say next was broken off by the unasked for intrusion of her mind by the Milkyman. His words were strangely comforting as he spoke of Korey returning....his words were decidedly nasty when he obviously spoke of confronting the weirdo lady and lift taints and stuff.
"Bleh..." Syrawenn stuck out her tongue and sat down in a nonchalant heap of arms and legs. "Just in time for the chaos....Listen to my heart, eh?"
Gavin.
Her cheeks warmed up. Quickly the girl sought another object to lay her eyes on. "Chaos is good. There's safety in insanity." She mumbled, drawing a tree with her finger in the sand.
[size=75]Gavin:She's the emerald eyed agent of chaos
Vanir:She's cute, it's her personality that gets in the way
Ulder:Syra is a great shredder of paralysis through analysis
Elvin:We call it the Law of Improbable Syrabilities
Avatar by Finn[/size]
Vanir:She's cute, it's her personality that gets in the way
Ulder:Syra is a great shredder of paralysis through analysis
Elvin:We call it the Law of Improbable Syrabilities
Avatar by Finn[/size]
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Gavin Tylvan
- Baron of Bru¡ch
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- Location: Highlands of Islay
"Declined? I did not decline. I just did not want you to go an......" Waaaaaait a flicker. What are you doing? Arguing with a girl you just met? It felt weird. It felt natural. It felt like he did it before and enjoyed it. Insanity sounds good right about now. It would explain lots of things. Quite a lot of them. And I would have an excuse for doing what I am just about to do. Bloody Hell, I better be insane. Or else this world has just gone way over the edge.
Turning to Gwayne to calm his mind a bit. "It is appreciated, Gwayne son of Ferlong. And if I can help it, there would be no dying in this quest or any other we take together." With a smile he placed a hand on the adhiel's shoulder, before his face grew grim once more. Back to the girl. He did just that turning to the auburn haired demoness that stood mumbling close by. "Food would be nice. As soon as we are done here. I am sorry if you thought I was ignoring you or something. I need to eat, but I need to sort this out first. Or the food won't matter anymore."
He waited for any sign from the girl before turning back to the biggest problem he had. Milkhaire. Those that follow the eye? And they are gone? Dominicans? Dominninies? Westerners? Here? On Dort? In Islay? Maybe not Westerners. Maybe locals? Nah. Locals know better that to topple ancient stones. And they came by ship. Must be Westerners. It took a flicker. All of that took a mere flicker. Even that was not big. Something else troubled Gavin more.
Dyimmoryd. That place draws me to it. No matter how much I hate it, in the end I will end there. Hah. Well, I could as well go there right away. Get it over with. As soon as I make sure Amber is safe. "Okay, Milkhaire. Tell me of your foes. Tell me of these bears of blood and of the darkness. Tell me of Dyimmoryd. Tell me of her. I am ready to seek them out and stop them. I want it. After they are gone we can talk. See if there can be peace between you and the Count. You have my word that I will do my best to make it possible. But, before all that I need to find one girl."
Holding his hand before his mouth he continued speaking. "About this high. Green eyes. Fiery red hair, reaching down her back. About to its middle. Slight tan. She wears black trousers and black leather hauberk. But, that might have changed. Goes by the name of Amber Kynterle. She is a friend. She was in Hafne when all of this started. If any of your men have seen her or heard of her I would like to know. You get her to safety and you and I are best friends. Safety being by my side or under the eye of someone trustworthy." Gazing into the white-haired man's eyes he waited for a confirmation.
Turning to Gwayne to calm his mind a bit. "It is appreciated, Gwayne son of Ferlong. And if I can help it, there would be no dying in this quest or any other we take together." With a smile he placed a hand on the adhiel's shoulder, before his face grew grim once more. Back to the girl. He did just that turning to the auburn haired demoness that stood mumbling close by. "Food would be nice. As soon as we are done here. I am sorry if you thought I was ignoring you or something. I need to eat, but I need to sort this out first. Or the food won't matter anymore."
He waited for any sign from the girl before turning back to the biggest problem he had. Milkhaire. Those that follow the eye? And they are gone? Dominicans? Dominninies? Westerners? Here? On Dort? In Islay? Maybe not Westerners. Maybe locals? Nah. Locals know better that to topple ancient stones. And they came by ship. Must be Westerners. It took a flicker. All of that took a mere flicker. Even that was not big. Something else troubled Gavin more.
Dyimmoryd. That place draws me to it. No matter how much I hate it, in the end I will end there. Hah. Well, I could as well go there right away. Get it over with. As soon as I make sure Amber is safe. "Okay, Milkhaire. Tell me of your foes. Tell me of these bears of blood and of the darkness. Tell me of Dyimmoryd. Tell me of her. I am ready to seek them out and stop them. I want it. After they are gone we can talk. See if there can be peace between you and the Count. You have my word that I will do my best to make it possible. But, before all that I need to find one girl."
Holding his hand before his mouth he continued speaking. "About this high. Green eyes. Fiery red hair, reaching down her back. About to its middle. Slight tan. She wears black trousers and black leather hauberk. But, that might have changed. Goes by the name of Amber Kynterle. She is a friend. She was in Hafne when all of this started. If any of your men have seen her or heard of her I would like to know. You get her to safety and you and I are best friends. Safety being by my side or under the eye of someone trustworthy." Gazing into the white-haired man's eyes he waited for a confirmation.
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FORTH they went, the troubled two
To see the world and kick ass too!
[b]Syrawenn and Gavin Saga, Verse 1-2[/b]
To see the world and kick ass too!
[b]Syrawenn and Gavin Saga, Verse 1-2[/b]
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SO, through all that what did we decide on doing? I should probably ask, so I don't get lost.
Kelsyk spoke up, looking around at everybody. "Alright everybody, I have a question. I kind of got lost a bit through all that. Are we going to the stones, or are we not going to the stones." He paused, and glanced around, before taking a breath and continued. "Oh and what and where exactly are these stones?"
Kelsyk finished asking and stopped, waiting for an answer. He stood silently, fidgeting slightly from impatience, waiting. Suddenly a somewhat alarming thought occurred to him. So far these stones seem to be a evil place. What if it could do what Milkhaire can do, except not just send messages, but also commands/ This is actually a pretty scary thing. I need protection. Maybe if Milkhaire can send thought, he knows how to block them. I will go and ask, as soon as I get my answer from the group.
Kelsyk spoke up, looking around at everybody. "Alright everybody, I have a question. I kind of got lost a bit through all that. Are we going to the stones, or are we not going to the stones." He paused, and glanced around, before taking a breath and continued. "Oh and what and where exactly are these stones?"
Kelsyk finished asking and stopped, waiting for an answer. He stood silently, fidgeting slightly from impatience, waiting. Suddenly a somewhat alarming thought occurred to him. So far these stones seem to be a evil place. What if it could do what Milkhaire can do, except not just send messages, but also commands/ This is actually a pretty scary thing. I need protection. Maybe if Milkhaire can send thought, he knows how to block them. I will go and ask, as soon as I get my answer from the group.
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"The stone be not a single place but many places." Avi-ralin stated, gesturing to the circle of standing stones which she still stood in not sure how they could have been missed by this indiivdual.
"They are the gateways through which those who are able, and worthy can pass though the pathways of the Mother. The invaders have been attack the holy sites, and destroying the Stones, either with vile magicks or physical force."
Avi-ralin considered adding more to her statement but instead just closed her mouth, these others it seemed had plenty that they needed to talk about and she had already explained how she came to be here. The story she had told had certainly revealed enough about herself to these individuals that she knew little about expect that the Mother had arranged for them to meet. That alone was a good enough recommendation to her, especially as the one that guided them her seemed to feel like the power of the Mother's garden. Hoisting her axe she slipped it back into the loops that normally secured it while she was walking, having come to the decision that she certainly didn't seem to need to have it ready at hand.
"They are the gateways through which those who are able, and worthy can pass though the pathways of the Mother. The invaders have been attack the holy sites, and destroying the Stones, either with vile magicks or physical force."
Avi-ralin considered adding more to her statement but instead just closed her mouth, these others it seemed had plenty that they needed to talk about and she had already explained how she came to be here. The story she had told had certainly revealed enough about herself to these individuals that she knew little about expect that the Mother had arranged for them to meet. That alone was a good enough recommendation to her, especially as the one that guided them her seemed to feel like the power of the Mother's garden. Hoisting her axe she slipped it back into the loops that normally secured it while she was walking, having come to the decision that she certainly didn't seem to need to have it ready at hand.
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Abner Klop
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Abner had just about reached the point of exhaustion when he again felt Milkhaire 'speak': ...flower.... And with that, the gnome felt the strain evaporate; it was as if the shaman were supporting him, making the connection an effortless, even a relaxing experience. Nevertheless, this two-mind state remained unfamiliar and somewhat confusing for the little scientist. He was still feeling his way around the connection, when something that the old man 'said' caught his ear:
The phrase 'bears of blood' triggered a memory in Abner—the bear tattoo he'd found on the spy Cheerio—and that in turn set off a furious train of thought: 'Bears of blood' -- there are more like that spy. And they are ruled by the darkness, that's no surprise.... 'for she has haunted my dreams' -- that sounds like the witch. So she is part of the darkness, just as I suspected. She spoke of Lieutenants of Destruction: perhaps these are the same as these 'bears'... The Steward also spoke of them, so maybe the bears are part of his army, or have infiltrated the army. That would fit in with the provocation of the Clans: create a big war to cover the bears' movements, allow them to do her work without interference... It also suggests it is the witch who is influencing, maybe controlling the Steward. That might explain why she's always skulking around the Castle, maybe also why she was keen on helping Gavin get me out of there—she was worried that I might see what I did see. So if the witch, whatever she is, is behind this war, what of these others from across the sea? They also aid the darkness by destroying the stones, but it sounds like they have a totally different agenda from the bears. Is it just a coincidence that they have arrived at the same time as this other trouble? Somehow I don't think so.
While he cogitated, Abner kept his mind 'open' to Milkhaire. He even paused and concentrated on the images of Vaga and the Steward in the hope that the exact memories of those meetings would be visible to the shaman. He wanted the clan leader to see the faces of his true enemies, and he hoped that between the two of them, they could fill in some of the many gaps in Abner's understanding of the conflict they faced.
... now we will rise up to defend ourselves with thorn and thistle against bears of blood and the darkness that rules them...
... for she has haunted my dreams as well...
... the Dyimmoryd... it is there, and only there... where her darkness must be stopped...
The phrase 'bears of blood' triggered a memory in Abner—the bear tattoo he'd found on the spy Cheerio—and that in turn set off a furious train of thought: 'Bears of blood' -- there are more like that spy. And they are ruled by the darkness, that's no surprise.... 'for she has haunted my dreams' -- that sounds like the witch. So she is part of the darkness, just as I suspected. She spoke of Lieutenants of Destruction: perhaps these are the same as these 'bears'... The Steward also spoke of them, so maybe the bears are part of his army, or have infiltrated the army. That would fit in with the provocation of the Clans: create a big war to cover the bears' movements, allow them to do her work without interference... It also suggests it is the witch who is influencing, maybe controlling the Steward. That might explain why she's always skulking around the Castle, maybe also why she was keen on helping Gavin get me out of there—she was worried that I might see what I did see. So if the witch, whatever she is, is behind this war, what of these others from across the sea? They also aid the darkness by destroying the stones, but it sounds like they have a totally different agenda from the bears. Is it just a coincidence that they have arrived at the same time as this other trouble? Somehow I don't think so.
While he cogitated, Abner kept his mind 'open' to Milkhaire. He even paused and concentrated on the images of Vaga and the Steward in the hope that the exact memories of those meetings would be visible to the shaman. He wanted the clan leader to see the faces of his true enemies, and he hoped that between the two of them, they could fill in some of the many gaps in Abner's understanding of the conflict they faced.
"Wel loved he garlek, onyons, and eek lekes,
And for to drynken strong wyn reed as blood"
--Geoffery Chaucer
And for to drynken strong wyn reed as blood"
--Geoffery Chaucer
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Gwayne of Vendeling
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Kelsyks sudden appearance startled the young Adhiel what distracted him from Gavin and made him grab for the ritual knife hanging on his back. His other hand made a swing upwards showing the palm of his hand, as could he stop the man with this movement.
Man or demon or something else ? Gwayne thought franticly.
"Who are you ?" He said towards Kelsyks a bit startled. His eyes swept over the other faces around searching for recognition so he would know if he had to react aggressive or not...
A odd thought crept through Gwayne's brain as well Whas the dwarf Lady also here ?
But for now he was too occupied with the appearance of the man to bother about a Lady... even a dwarven lady.
Man or demon or something else ? Gwayne thought franticly.
"Who are you ?" He said towards Kelsyks a bit startled. His eyes swept over the other faces around searching for recognition so he would know if he had to react aggressive or not...
A odd thought crept through Gwayne's brain as well Whas the dwarf Lady also here ?
But for now he was too occupied with the appearance of the man to bother about a Lady... even a dwarven lady.
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...the Bears of Blood have continued to strike at us from the lowlands... they have killed... they have maimed... they have crucified our people...
An image floated to them from the strange, white haired man. It was a sad, solemn image, full of pain and regret. A mother held a dead child in her arms. He was a small boy, blonde hair and fair of skin. In his tiny chest was an arrow with three red bands near the fletching. The mother wept openly until a spear took her in the throat and she fell over, now dead herself. Men with Red Bears on their tabards rode by on dark horses, laughing. These were hard men, determined men.
Once more the gentle voice entered their minds, light as a feather, yet firm and insistent. The words continued.
...these are the Red Bears... these are the foes we seek... they have given their souls to the shadow...
...the Dyimmoryd... it is a place of sorrow and pain... many battles were fought there... many lives were lost.... rivulets of blood ran down the rocks and stones of that place... it is now a place of hauntings and spirit-walking...
The tragic image of the dead mother and her son faded away into a hazy, smoky image of a large, black fortress. It was made of the hard dark stone that much of the city of Dort was constructed of, and stood high in the misty peaks. An army assaulted the place time and again, and the forces on the walls continued to throw back the invaders. Men were dying all around as they warred upon one another. Violence was everywhere.
For Abner, there was a strange sort of peace that he could feel flowing between them. He could sense the other man's emotions and there was no fear of the images he was projecting to them, only a great sense of sadness and that same gentle serenity he felt before. It was a two way channel and the images that he concentrated on were received by the the white haired man in a flicker. The little vegetable scientist became aware that it was own mind providing stability for Milkhaire. His own strong will was giving the shaman the ability to think and speak clearly to them.
...aye the stones are many places...
He seemed to respond to Avi-Ralin's words.
...those stones and our peoples are born of the same horn and hoof... the Mother sings to us in all things... as the stones toppled, so did our lives... many were lost... some were found... but all will bleed until the one haunts the shadows is broken...
Milkhaire stood, looking at all of them, eye to eye, face to face.
... the Count is in league with her... her shadow falls over him as well... peace can only be found when they are all dead... she must be defied...
Milkhaire withdrew a small, wrapped bundle from inside the rough cloth of his sleeveless tunic. He unwrapped the bundle and threw something that had the glint of steel towards Kelsyk's feet. It might have looked like an attack at first, but the steel dagger that sunk into the ground spoke otherwise.
It was a fine looking hunting knife. It's hilt wrapped in red leather with a mighty stag engraved into the hilt.
...summon the huntsman... summon the wolves...
An image floated to them from the strange, white haired man. It was a sad, solemn image, full of pain and regret. A mother held a dead child in her arms. He was a small boy, blonde hair and fair of skin. In his tiny chest was an arrow with three red bands near the fletching. The mother wept openly until a spear took her in the throat and she fell over, now dead herself. Men with Red Bears on their tabards rode by on dark horses, laughing. These were hard men, determined men.
Once more the gentle voice entered their minds, light as a feather, yet firm and insistent. The words continued.
...these are the Red Bears... these are the foes we seek... they have given their souls to the shadow...
...the Dyimmoryd... it is a place of sorrow and pain... many battles were fought there... many lives were lost.... rivulets of blood ran down the rocks and stones of that place... it is now a place of hauntings and spirit-walking...
The tragic image of the dead mother and her son faded away into a hazy, smoky image of a large, black fortress. It was made of the hard dark stone that much of the city of Dort was constructed of, and stood high in the misty peaks. An army assaulted the place time and again, and the forces on the walls continued to throw back the invaders. Men were dying all around as they warred upon one another. Violence was everywhere.
For Abner, there was a strange sort of peace that he could feel flowing between them. He could sense the other man's emotions and there was no fear of the images he was projecting to them, only a great sense of sadness and that same gentle serenity he felt before. It was a two way channel and the images that he concentrated on were received by the the white haired man in a flicker. The little vegetable scientist became aware that it was own mind providing stability for Milkhaire. His own strong will was giving the shaman the ability to think and speak clearly to them.
...aye the stones are many places...
He seemed to respond to Avi-Ralin's words.
...those stones and our peoples are born of the same horn and hoof... the Mother sings to us in all things... as the stones toppled, so did our lives... many were lost... some were found... but all will bleed until the one haunts the shadows is broken...
Milkhaire stood, looking at all of them, eye to eye, face to face.
... the Count is in league with her... her shadow falls over him as well... peace can only be found when they are all dead... she must be defied...
Milkhaire withdrew a small, wrapped bundle from inside the rough cloth of his sleeveless tunic. He unwrapped the bundle and threw something that had the glint of steel towards Kelsyk's feet. It might have looked like an attack at first, but the steel dagger that sunk into the ground spoke otherwise.
It was a fine looking hunting knife. It's hilt wrapped in red leather with a mighty stag engraved into the hilt.
...summon the huntsman... summon the wolves...
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Abner Klop
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Abner took in the images that streamed from the white-haired shaman: the crimes of the Red Bears, the violence of the Dyimmoryd. These images called to mind what Gavin had told him of the first 'Hezekiah' vision. Forces on both sides seemed to be driving toward a cataclysmic conflict. And Abner doubted that such bloodshed could serve any end but that of the Darkness.
Abner was starting to get the hang of the mental connection he shared with Milkhaire. He knew he could communicate back to the shaman, and he was also becoming aware that it was not just a matter of the shaman helping him: somehow he was aiding the old man, providing stability and focus that helped him speak to the others. Realising that he was needed and not just a spectator emboldened Abner to take a more directive role.
No! thought Abner sharply. The Red Bears are monsters. Maybe they deserve to die. But they bring all of Dort with them. To defeat the bears, you will have to kill all the men who march with them. Too much killing, too much blood. This will only feed the Darkness...
Abner paused for a moment, and then he thought of an image that he thought my resonate with the shaman. This is not the Mother's way. Do we tend the garden by plowing it under? We must remove the pests but leave the healthy plants. We must separate the bears from the other men of Dort. The way to defy the Darkness is to starve it of the war it wants.
Abner was starting to get the hang of the mental connection he shared with Milkhaire. He knew he could communicate back to the shaman, and he was also becoming aware that it was not just a matter of the shaman helping him: somehow he was aiding the old man, providing stability and focus that helped him speak to the others. Realising that he was needed and not just a spectator emboldened Abner to take a more directive role.
... the Count is in league with her... her shadow falls over him as well... peace can only be found when they are all dead... she must be defied...
No! thought Abner sharply. The Red Bears are monsters. Maybe they deserve to die. But they bring all of Dort with them. To defeat the bears, you will have to kill all the men who march with them. Too much killing, too much blood. This will only feed the Darkness...
Abner paused for a moment, and then he thought of an image that he thought my resonate with the shaman. This is not the Mother's way. Do we tend the garden by plowing it under? We must remove the pests but leave the healthy plants. We must separate the bears from the other men of Dort. The way to defy the Darkness is to starve it of the war it wants.
"Wel loved he garlek, onyons, and eek lekes,
And for to drynken strong wyn reed as blood"
--Geoffery Chaucer
And for to drynken strong wyn reed as blood"
--Geoffery Chaucer
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Syrawenn
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Completely unaware of the intense conversation Abner was having with the whitehaired man -save the obvious concentration on his face- Syrawenn was baffled. The information Milkhaire tried to give them went into the darker regions of her mind; those she did not like to explore at all. It spoke of black and white while in her limited life the girl had experienced nothing but pain from those who believed in that kind of world.
A frown appeared again. Somehow she didn't think Milkey was the kind of man to go for an absolute view when he had been so carefully in the middle all of the time. So the Red Bears were the ultimate bad guys? She wondered what the Bears thought of Milkey.
"Oh, for crying out loud..." She groaned. "Cut the melodrama. Sure, it's bad what happened. Bad stuff happens everywhere, but that ain't due to some name put on a group...it's the people in there! It's the people that screw things up every time! Like just now! Mister oooo-I'm-so-right-and-you're-so-wrong back there messed up. I ain't holding it against every clan I'll ever meet! No, yer image is compelling, but not complete. Nuh-uh. I believe in grey."
A fierce shake of her head sent the braid flying. With an instinctive gesture she threw it back again, folding her arms. "So there are stupid Red Bears around. So those that ARE stupid deserve a good kicking and the rest should get some sense talked into them...maybe...perhaps...I'm still not so sure who holds the right card here. We'll find out when we find out. Or not. But I got a pretty good feeling there's gonna be kicking involved."
She turned to the rest. "Oh..and since we obviously are being pushed towards the archetypical evil dark haunted shadowplace by both blackhair and whitehair, I guess we're just pawns again, eh? Fun....not. We must do this, we must do that...funny how divinimini's always know how to order people around to do the dirty work while they're not supposed to interfere. Funny how those with the knowledge send those who do NOT have the knowledge. What is this, some cosmic joke? Are there bets going up there to see how long THIS bunch will last? Well, the joke's on YOU, tough guys!"
Syrawenn shook her fist at the heavens. "Because I happen to KNOW exactly how much you care! ZIP! NADA! NOP! NOTHING! We'll be gone by the time YOU fart in your morning! And for some weird reason I got the feeling that this world will exist anyway, whether we do this or not....so WHY EXACTLY ARE WE DOING THIS???"
A frown appeared again. Somehow she didn't think Milkey was the kind of man to go for an absolute view when he had been so carefully in the middle all of the time. So the Red Bears were the ultimate bad guys? She wondered what the Bears thought of Milkey.
"Oh, for crying out loud..." She groaned. "Cut the melodrama. Sure, it's bad what happened. Bad stuff happens everywhere, but that ain't due to some name put on a group...it's the people in there! It's the people that screw things up every time! Like just now! Mister oooo-I'm-so-right-and-you're-so-wrong back there messed up. I ain't holding it against every clan I'll ever meet! No, yer image is compelling, but not complete. Nuh-uh. I believe in grey."
A fierce shake of her head sent the braid flying. With an instinctive gesture she threw it back again, folding her arms. "So there are stupid Red Bears around. So those that ARE stupid deserve a good kicking and the rest should get some sense talked into them...maybe...perhaps...I'm still not so sure who holds the right card here. We'll find out when we find out. Or not. But I got a pretty good feeling there's gonna be kicking involved."
She turned to the rest. "Oh..and since we obviously are being pushed towards the archetypical evil dark haunted shadowplace by both blackhair and whitehair, I guess we're just pawns again, eh? Fun....not. We must do this, we must do that...funny how divinimini's always know how to order people around to do the dirty work while they're not supposed to interfere. Funny how those with the knowledge send those who do NOT have the knowledge. What is this, some cosmic joke? Are there bets going up there to see how long THIS bunch will last? Well, the joke's on YOU, tough guys!"
Syrawenn shook her fist at the heavens. "Because I happen to KNOW exactly how much you care! ZIP! NADA! NOP! NOTHING! We'll be gone by the time YOU fart in your morning! And for some weird reason I got the feeling that this world will exist anyway, whether we do this or not....so WHY EXACTLY ARE WE DOING THIS???"
[size=75]Gavin:She's the emerald eyed agent of chaos
Vanir:She's cute, it's her personality that gets in the way
Ulder:Syra is a great shredder of paralysis through analysis
Elvin:We call it the Law of Improbable Syrabilities
Avatar by Finn[/size]
Vanir:She's cute, it's her personality that gets in the way
Ulder:Syra is a great shredder of paralysis through analysis
Elvin:We call it the Law of Improbable Syrabilities
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Gavin Tylvan
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A shrug was all the answer Kelsyk got from Gavin. Even he was not so sure. Mere burns before, he could have sworn that he would have nothing to do with the Clans anymore. Now, he was slowly being convinced that there was some merit in what Milkhaire said. Or rather imprinted on their brain. And the old man spoke some more. This time it contained the images. It was all too convenient. Yet, the image of the flayed woman invaded upon what Milkhaire showed them. It might have happened. It might have happened.
The tabards meant army. Regular army. Still, a small worm of a doubt moved in the back of Gavin's skull. Last few days taught him that paranoia was not so bad. You will need a better proof than an image in my head. Then the image shifted. The fortress was something new. Not the place he saw before. Which was good in a way. He had no wish to visit the place from his vision. The Count comment brought a frown back. Paranoia reached a new height. He was just about to voice his displeasure, when the voice of Syrawenn piped in.
Once more she made sense. Made sense in that strange and convoluted way she spoke. It was not readily apparent, but she was right. Yeah. No tricks. In the end the rage took over the girl. He had seen it happen. Wait. That is not right. Rather, he knew it could happen with her. Anger taking over. Instinctively, his hand went to her shoulder. "Easy now. They are not here. Just us and Milkhaire." Catching Milkhaire's eyes, the Dortman held it for a few flickers. "I do agree with both of you. Bad stuff has happened. I saw that flayed woman. Remember? One of your tests. The one I failed." There was no reproach in his voice. Simple stating of facts. The tests were behind them. No sense crying over spilt milk.
"Maybe the Red Bears did it. If they did I agree that they should pay. If I can do my share I will make it so. But, you are going too far. We need peace. And more death will not bring it here. Justice is fine, but even justice can be too harsh. Even justice can be seen as injustice by one side. The one on which it is practiced." His hand went to the forehead. He needed to focus and the headache was making it difficult. "Look. We seem to agree on several issues. Demons are bad. So is Vaga, whoever or whatever she may be. Some of the Count's men are doing bad stuff too. But, Syra is very right here. Don't take us for fools. Life is not simple. There is war going on. In war people die. Don't tell me that the Clans are just picking flowers. Your warriors kill too."
He was loosing focus. And he knew it. He needed to get to the point fast. "What I am trying to say is that we need to weed out the main problem. And that is Vaga and her agents. They are the unnatural force here. After they are gone we are left with people. People can be handled. So, I propose we focus on that." His eyes turned to Syrawenn. "If that means we go to that dark place, so be it. I will go there. I don't know about the rest, but demons are bad stuff. They are BLACK. The rest may be grey, but of them I am sure that they have not a hint of white."
The dagger on the ground was completely ignored. It made no sense for now and traveling with Abner taught Gavin one valuable lesson. Don't try to puzzle new problems when you have plenty of old ones. As such, Gavin turned to the shaman. "You need to know one thing. Count is not a part of her scheme. He is NOT in her shadow. He is an ally. In a way. He is a brighter shade of gray. So no killing him just yet. Not until you give me a proof. Or else, you and I become enemies. The rest of his men are fair targets. But, don't get carried away. Okay?" His eyes turned grey as the big man gaze focused intently on shaman's own. The answer would float into his head, but the reaction should show on the face before that.
The tabards meant army. Regular army. Still, a small worm of a doubt moved in the back of Gavin's skull. Last few days taught him that paranoia was not so bad. You will need a better proof than an image in my head. Then the image shifted. The fortress was something new. Not the place he saw before. Which was good in a way. He had no wish to visit the place from his vision. The Count comment brought a frown back. Paranoia reached a new height. He was just about to voice his displeasure, when the voice of Syrawenn piped in.
Once more she made sense. Made sense in that strange and convoluted way she spoke. It was not readily apparent, but she was right. Yeah. No tricks. In the end the rage took over the girl. He had seen it happen. Wait. That is not right. Rather, he knew it could happen with her. Anger taking over. Instinctively, his hand went to her shoulder. "Easy now. They are not here. Just us and Milkhaire." Catching Milkhaire's eyes, the Dortman held it for a few flickers. "I do agree with both of you. Bad stuff has happened. I saw that flayed woman. Remember? One of your tests. The one I failed." There was no reproach in his voice. Simple stating of facts. The tests were behind them. No sense crying over spilt milk.
"Maybe the Red Bears did it. If they did I agree that they should pay. If I can do my share I will make it so. But, you are going too far. We need peace. And more death will not bring it here. Justice is fine, but even justice can be too harsh. Even justice can be seen as injustice by one side. The one on which it is practiced." His hand went to the forehead. He needed to focus and the headache was making it difficult. "Look. We seem to agree on several issues. Demons are bad. So is Vaga, whoever or whatever she may be. Some of the Count's men are doing bad stuff too. But, Syra is very right here. Don't take us for fools. Life is not simple. There is war going on. In war people die. Don't tell me that the Clans are just picking flowers. Your warriors kill too."
He was loosing focus. And he knew it. He needed to get to the point fast. "What I am trying to say is that we need to weed out the main problem. And that is Vaga and her agents. They are the unnatural force here. After they are gone we are left with people. People can be handled. So, I propose we focus on that." His eyes turned to Syrawenn. "If that means we go to that dark place, so be it. I will go there. I don't know about the rest, but demons are bad stuff. They are BLACK. The rest may be grey, but of them I am sure that they have not a hint of white."
The dagger on the ground was completely ignored. It made no sense for now and traveling with Abner taught Gavin one valuable lesson. Don't try to puzzle new problems when you have plenty of old ones. As such, Gavin turned to the shaman. "You need to know one thing. Count is not a part of her scheme. He is NOT in her shadow. He is an ally. In a way. He is a brighter shade of gray. So no killing him just yet. Not until you give me a proof. Or else, you and I become enemies. The rest of his men are fair targets. But, don't get carried away. Okay?" His eyes turned grey as the big man gaze focused intently on shaman's own. The answer would float into his head, but the reaction should show on the face before that.
FORTH they went, the troubled two
To see the world and kick ass too!
[b]Syrawenn and Gavin Saga, Verse 1-2[/b]
To see the world and kick ass too!
[b]Syrawenn and Gavin Saga, Verse 1-2[/b]
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Gwayne of Vendeling
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Gwayne was silent, he watched them all and waited. Afterall most thing they had said allready and there was not much that he could add to it. The talking about killed made him a bit nervous. But he was a warrior now, and his job would be to protect the people, and that could involve killing.
To ease his nervers he took out the ritual knife and tried to remember what his mother had told him about Demons and bad spirits..
Afterall, they where enemies of the Mother, so he should be able to do something against them. A grin appeared on his face when he made a slight cut in his hand. The drips of blood touched the ground and he whispered.
"From the mother we come, to the mother we return, blood flows in veins and over the fields. But now in war we settle for peace, as war is outside and not within. Its time to change for the better... and change death into life."
Gwayne nodded, and then spoke in a more clearer voice.
"By just waiting here we could change nothing and so we better move on."
Then the question just popped up and he asked.
"Milkehaire, what makes demons vulnerable to us ?"
To ease his nervers he took out the ritual knife and tried to remember what his mother had told him about Demons and bad spirits..
Afterall, they where enemies of the Mother, so he should be able to do something against them. A grin appeared on his face when he made a slight cut in his hand. The drips of blood touched the ground and he whispered.
"From the mother we come, to the mother we return, blood flows in veins and over the fields. But now in war we settle for peace, as war is outside and not within. Its time to change for the better... and change death into life."
Gwayne nodded, and then spoke in a more clearer voice.
"By just waiting here we could change nothing and so we better move on."
Then the question just popped up and he asked.
"Milkehaire, what makes demons vulnerable to us ?"
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"Whoa." Kelsyk was a bit startled by the adheil's sudden hostility. What's with him. Did he really not notice me until now? Even if he didn't he is a bit over reacting. Better tell if the truth. Something tells me sarcasm would not be good right now. "Uh, ya. My name is Kelsyk. I was part of the group with Gavin and Abner that was brought in drugged. So if you could put that knife away before somebody gets hurt."
Kelsyk looked around waiting for an answer to his question. Kelsyk watch as Milkhaire withdrew a small package. Curiously Kelsyk looked at it, wondering. He flinched as Milkhaire unwrapped threw the object at Kelsyk's feet. Recovering himself he crouched down and looked at it. It's a knife, a hunting knife from the look of it. Where would he get a knife like this? Unless, that package was the one I had. Reaching out, Kelsyk pulled the knife free of the ground. He stood up, looking around, silently asking for an explanation. The confusion was evident on his face.
Looking down, he started to examine the knife. Summon the huntsman, summon the wolves. What is that supposed to mean? Maybe the huntsman is us, and the wolves are the demons we are chasing. The reverse could also be true. Well, I better ask and find out what is this huntsman and wolves thing. Kelsyk looked around, seeing if anyone had any ideas. He noted the look of concentration on Abner's face. What's up with that? Tentatively Kelsyk walked over towards Milkhaire.
"What is this huntsman and wolves you were talking about, and how do I summon them? While I'm asking questions, how exactly do you do the mind to mind talking?"
Kelsyk looked around waiting for an answer to his question. Kelsyk watch as Milkhaire withdrew a small package. Curiously Kelsyk looked at it, wondering. He flinched as Milkhaire unwrapped threw the object at Kelsyk's feet. Recovering himself he crouched down and looked at it. It's a knife, a hunting knife from the look of it. Where would he get a knife like this? Unless, that package was the one I had. Reaching out, Kelsyk pulled the knife free of the ground. He stood up, looking around, silently asking for an explanation. The confusion was evident on his face.
Looking down, he started to examine the knife. Summon the huntsman, summon the wolves. What is that supposed to mean? Maybe the huntsman is us, and the wolves are the demons we are chasing. The reverse could also be true. Well, I better ask and find out what is this huntsman and wolves thing. Kelsyk looked around, seeing if anyone had any ideas. He noted the look of concentration on Abner's face. What's up with that? Tentatively Kelsyk walked over towards Milkhaire.
"What is this huntsman and wolves you were talking about, and how do I summon them? While I'm asking questions, how exactly do you do the mind to mind talking?"
For the first time, a new torrent of images and information flowed through to all of them. It was a like a travelling in a boat down a trickling stream when it joined in with a much larger river. It became somehow faster and more intense. Indeed the open river they shared now was heard by all at the same time. His mind was there's and there's was his.
Images of a young, white haired man flowed to them. He had been shunned and ostracized for much of his life by the others in the tribe. The images of when others had savagely cut out his tongue repeated itself here. It was new to everyone, but a repeat performance of violence and brutality for Abner.
The white haired boy was bullied and beaten by older, bigger boys several times until at last they could see him come to a place of great importance to a scrawny young outcast. The cave he found was high in the mountains, tucked and nestled away from any other save him. Inside was darkness, but when light was brought, there were great teachings painted on the walls. Runes and symbols of power and import had been carefully inscribed on every surface in dark red paint, almost the color of rust.
This wisdom had been poured out onto the walls, by who was unknown, but there were great teachings and much wisdom in them. Teachings of the Mother and Father, of Gods no longer worshipped, and places forgotten in the annals of time. It was apparent and obvious to them that this was where this strange man had learned and honed whatever gifts he had to offer. This secret place was from where all of his secrets flowed, and they knew an instant how to get there. The knowledge was like a sudden memory.
Words began to float over the top of the images like a narration.
...your words ring true friend Abner... the darkness wills death and chaos... yet you cannot stem the tide with a bucket... starving the darkness will only make it seek sustenance all the more... like a creeper vine without water... use the old ways... teach what has been forgotten...
The white haired man brought his focus and attention solely on Syrawenn, but they all heard his words to her.
... we are their people... we are their strength... seek such answers in the light where you can see... not in the dark where you have no hope... the light of your mind questions, but you ignore the heart... you seek easy answers here... there are none... to know what we do not know is the beginning of wisdom... do not leave your heart in darkness any longer... that is the path to ruin...let your heart be the bearer of the light...
His eyes flicked over to Gwayne.
...without the wind... an eagle needs to beat his wings... without a current, the fish needs to use his tail... do you understand...?
Then his serene blue gaze found it's way to Kelsyk.
...the huntsman and the wolves travel in the magic circles... that blade is one of his... seek its mate and the circles will open to you...
At last his eyes rested on Gavin's.
... the proof and answers you seek are in my place...everything you need to know is there... but beware... there are answers there to questions you have not yet asked... there are truths there that cannot be denied... there are battles to be fought that no sword or spear can win...
...seek only with the heart... for the mind will be useless there...
The river of his mind began to ebb and fade. Flickers passed and the sense of his mind evaporated away. Soon, only he was there, and their thoughts were their own once more. Milkhaire got down on his hands and knees and began to closely examine a small stone jutting from the ground, childlike, lost in wonder of small things once more.
Images of a young, white haired man flowed to them. He had been shunned and ostracized for much of his life by the others in the tribe. The images of when others had savagely cut out his tongue repeated itself here. It was new to everyone, but a repeat performance of violence and brutality for Abner.
The white haired boy was bullied and beaten by older, bigger boys several times until at last they could see him come to a place of great importance to a scrawny young outcast. The cave he found was high in the mountains, tucked and nestled away from any other save him. Inside was darkness, but when light was brought, there were great teachings painted on the walls. Runes and symbols of power and import had been carefully inscribed on every surface in dark red paint, almost the color of rust.
This wisdom had been poured out onto the walls, by who was unknown, but there were great teachings and much wisdom in them. Teachings of the Mother and Father, of Gods no longer worshipped, and places forgotten in the annals of time. It was apparent and obvious to them that this was where this strange man had learned and honed whatever gifts he had to offer. This secret place was from where all of his secrets flowed, and they knew an instant how to get there. The knowledge was like a sudden memory.
Words began to float over the top of the images like a narration.
...your words ring true friend Abner... the darkness wills death and chaos... yet you cannot stem the tide with a bucket... starving the darkness will only make it seek sustenance all the more... like a creeper vine without water... use the old ways... teach what has been forgotten...
The white haired man brought his focus and attention solely on Syrawenn, but they all heard his words to her.
... we are their people... we are their strength... seek such answers in the light where you can see... not in the dark where you have no hope... the light of your mind questions, but you ignore the heart... you seek easy answers here... there are none... to know what we do not know is the beginning of wisdom... do not leave your heart in darkness any longer... that is the path to ruin...let your heart be the bearer of the light...
His eyes flicked over to Gwayne.
...without the wind... an eagle needs to beat his wings... without a current, the fish needs to use his tail... do you understand...?
Then his serene blue gaze found it's way to Kelsyk.
...the huntsman and the wolves travel in the magic circles... that blade is one of his... seek its mate and the circles will open to you...
At last his eyes rested on Gavin's.
... the proof and answers you seek are in my place...everything you need to know is there... but beware... there are answers there to questions you have not yet asked... there are truths there that cannot be denied... there are battles to be fought that no sword or spear can win...
...seek only with the heart... for the mind will be useless there...
The river of his mind began to ebb and fade. Flickers passed and the sense of his mind evaporated away. Soon, only he was there, and their thoughts were their own once more. Milkhaire got down on his hands and knees and began to closely examine a small stone jutting from the ground, childlike, lost in wonder of small things once more.
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Images he now saw were disturbing. Yet, at the same time Gavin was thankful for them. At least they explained why Milkhaire was so silent. Poor man. He simply learned to communicate in another way. For a flicker sadness engulfed Gavin. He felt sorry for berating the shaman when the white-haired man put the words into his head. It was simply the only way to send a message Milkhaire had. Violence of the other boys brought back memories. Gavin had no such problems when he was a kid. He merely wished that he were around to teach those other guys a lesson. Fair fight was okay. What happened to Milkhaire was simply wrong in too many ways.
What came next only brought back more questions. Gavin never believed in divine aid. Magick was a reality and so were the Gods. To him they were shortcuts to goals. He would feel cheated if he was simply given the answers without making an effort. This looked a lot like that. Yet, he needed the answers. Unless things started clearing up a bit soon, he felt like he would lose his sanity. What little of it he had left. Too many questions and almost no answers. What Milkhaire offered was a blessing. Too many answers? Is there such a thing? And this battle you speak off is the least of my concerns. Last couple of days have been a constant struggle uphill, one more battle will mean nothing. No matter how strange it is.
A simple nod was all Milkhaire got. No matter the fact his attention was now on a stone. Turning to the others, the tall Dortman cast a questioning glance at them all. "So, what do you say? Answers to my questions seem mighty tempting to me. I feel like I am gonna go insane if another unexplained thing happens. So a few answers might be just what I need." A weak snort of a laugh. "Seeing how I seem to know just where to look for this place with answers. But, I said I won't rush and let the others follow. So, what do you think. Should we go there? Do we need those answers? Or are we better off without them?" His eyes rested on Syrawenn. For him she would decide. From what he saw and the way he felt now was what made her the way she was.. She learned to live without the answers. She learned to fight the insanity. He needed help if he were to live through this. And the strange auburn haired girl would help. Or so he hoped.
What came next only brought back more questions. Gavin never believed in divine aid. Magick was a reality and so were the Gods. To him they were shortcuts to goals. He would feel cheated if he was simply given the answers without making an effort. This looked a lot like that. Yet, he needed the answers. Unless things started clearing up a bit soon, he felt like he would lose his sanity. What little of it he had left. Too many questions and almost no answers. What Milkhaire offered was a blessing. Too many answers? Is there such a thing? And this battle you speak off is the least of my concerns. Last couple of days have been a constant struggle uphill, one more battle will mean nothing. No matter how strange it is.
A simple nod was all Milkhaire got. No matter the fact his attention was now on a stone. Turning to the others, the tall Dortman cast a questioning glance at them all. "So, what do you say? Answers to my questions seem mighty tempting to me. I feel like I am gonna go insane if another unexplained thing happens. So a few answers might be just what I need." A weak snort of a laugh. "Seeing how I seem to know just where to look for this place with answers. But, I said I won't rush and let the others follow. So, what do you think. Should we go there? Do we need those answers? Or are we better off without them?" His eyes rested on Syrawenn. For him she would decide. From what he saw and the way he felt now was what made her the way she was.. She learned to live without the answers. She learned to fight the insanity. He needed help if he were to live through this. And the strange auburn haired girl would help. Or so he hoped.
FORTH they went, the troubled two
To see the world and kick ass too!
[b]Syrawenn and Gavin Saga, Verse 1-2[/b]
To see the world and kick ass too!
[b]Syrawenn and Gavin Saga, Verse 1-2[/b]
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Syrawenn
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More talk.
More images.
Kelsyk spoke. He sounded almost as confused as she felt.
Syrawenn cast a lopsided grin in his direction and patted him on the back. "Trust me, we're all gonna be a LOT more confused after we're through here..." She predicted, actually hoping she'd be wrong. But hey, it never hurt anyone to expect the worst. After all: things would only look up if they were slightly less worse!
With this life philosophy safely in her pocket the girl was ready for whatever Milkey threw her way this time.
She thought.
Wrong.
A frown drew over her face. Images of nasty people hurting Milkey in ways no one should ever be treated. Images overlapped with those of her family, making her feel as much as an outcast as this man had. The sheer strength he'd had to find knowledge and to teach himself...Syrawenn saw herself leave home and find the world instead.
Angrily she shook her head, trying to clear it of the strange coincidences that made her understand the white haired man too well. Of course this was the exact moment he chose to direct his attention to her.
The girl looked up, jaws set stubbornly. "I HAVE hope!" She insisted. "If I didn't, I wouldn't even BE here! And..and...I don't ignore my heart! I just...don't like it very much."
Yet her words seemed to be falling on deaf ears as Milkey concentrated on a stone. In a sudden urge the girl grabbed her drawingstick out of her pack and walked up to the stone, quickly giving it a silly face with a few moves of the charred wood. It felt right to somehow put a lighter version of the koreyman on a rock like that, especially since Milkhaire was studying it.
Nodding with some satisfaction Syrawenn put her stick away, having deviated from the original source of anger and frustration enough with this action. Now it was time to get effective.
And what about this heart thing, eh? The mind will be useless? Well, GOOD, cause mine's pretty useless already.
Yet Gavin forced her right out of uselesness by basically asking her what she thought.
What I think...I don't think much. I was thinking of hearts...of Koreymen...of saving the world on a rasday or maybe on a waneday. Useless stuff.
"What I think? Answers? Questions?" The frown returned. She looked at Gwayne, at Kelsyk, at Avi-Ralin, at Abner, shortly at Gavin and quickly at Milkhaire. Many things shot through her head at the same time. Many questions to which she had formed her own answers in time, others to which she did not want to know the answer.
Why did you do it, Dad? Why?
"I think..." She said slowly.
And why was I dragged through time and space?
She turned to look at everyone again, ending up with Gavin this time.
Why do I dream of death and destruction?
Syrawenn gulped. "I think...there are a good many questions that...you want to make up answers for...because it beats the truth with one hand tied behind it's back. I think that life is only possible if you decide upon the answers from time to time without knowing." She looked at the white haired man sideways.
"I think that Milkeyman made his answers. And maybe he found out the truth about some...but he wouldn't be here if he hadn't made them himself. Cause otherwise he'd have been too insane." Her voice had lowered to just over a whisper. Was she really still talking about the man or was this about her? Another question she would make up an answer for later.
"I think that making answers makes the truth...and I'm not very fond of many truths, but if you make em, they are better than when someone tells you. And that makes them more useful...and that makes his secret cave his strength. He made those answers himself...and somehow I got the funny feeling that that is exactly what he meant with going for the heart of the matter."
Slowly she got up again and stretched. "It's yer own heart...it will be yer own truth...I think we need to go and figure out where we stand...That's what I think."
"And I wonder how much we will like ourselves afterwards..." She mumbled softly, knowing the answer about herself already. But had she made that one up too?
More images.
Kelsyk spoke. He sounded almost as confused as she felt.
Syrawenn cast a lopsided grin in his direction and patted him on the back. "Trust me, we're all gonna be a LOT more confused after we're through here..." She predicted, actually hoping she'd be wrong. But hey, it never hurt anyone to expect the worst. After all: things would only look up if they were slightly less worse!
With this life philosophy safely in her pocket the girl was ready for whatever Milkey threw her way this time.
She thought.
Wrong.
A frown drew over her face. Images of nasty people hurting Milkey in ways no one should ever be treated. Images overlapped with those of her family, making her feel as much as an outcast as this man had. The sheer strength he'd had to find knowledge and to teach himself...Syrawenn saw herself leave home and find the world instead.
Angrily she shook her head, trying to clear it of the strange coincidences that made her understand the white haired man too well. Of course this was the exact moment he chose to direct his attention to her.
The girl looked up, jaws set stubbornly. "I HAVE hope!" She insisted. "If I didn't, I wouldn't even BE here! And..and...I don't ignore my heart! I just...don't like it very much."
Yet her words seemed to be falling on deaf ears as Milkey concentrated on a stone. In a sudden urge the girl grabbed her drawingstick out of her pack and walked up to the stone, quickly giving it a silly face with a few moves of the charred wood. It felt right to somehow put a lighter version of the koreyman on a rock like that, especially since Milkhaire was studying it.
Nodding with some satisfaction Syrawenn put her stick away, having deviated from the original source of anger and frustration enough with this action. Now it was time to get effective.
And what about this heart thing, eh? The mind will be useless? Well, GOOD, cause mine's pretty useless already.
Yet Gavin forced her right out of uselesness by basically asking her what she thought.
What I think...I don't think much. I was thinking of hearts...of Koreymen...of saving the world on a rasday or maybe on a waneday. Useless stuff.
"What I think? Answers? Questions?" The frown returned. She looked at Gwayne, at Kelsyk, at Avi-Ralin, at Abner, shortly at Gavin and quickly at Milkhaire. Many things shot through her head at the same time. Many questions to which she had formed her own answers in time, others to which she did not want to know the answer.
Why did you do it, Dad? Why?
"I think..." She said slowly.
And why was I dragged through time and space?
She turned to look at everyone again, ending up with Gavin this time.
Why do I dream of death and destruction?
Syrawenn gulped. "I think...there are a good many questions that...you want to make up answers for...because it beats the truth with one hand tied behind it's back. I think that life is only possible if you decide upon the answers from time to time without knowing." She looked at the white haired man sideways.
"I think that Milkeyman made his answers. And maybe he found out the truth about some...but he wouldn't be here if he hadn't made them himself. Cause otherwise he'd have been too insane." Her voice had lowered to just over a whisper. Was she really still talking about the man or was this about her? Another question she would make up an answer for later.
"I think that making answers makes the truth...and I'm not very fond of many truths, but if you make em, they are better than when someone tells you. And that makes them more useful...and that makes his secret cave his strength. He made those answers himself...and somehow I got the funny feeling that that is exactly what he meant with going for the heart of the matter."
Slowly she got up again and stretched. "It's yer own heart...it will be yer own truth...I think we need to go and figure out where we stand...That's what I think."
"And I wonder how much we will like ourselves afterwards..." She mumbled softly, knowing the answer about herself already. But had she made that one up too?
[size=75]Gavin:She's the emerald eyed agent of chaos
Vanir:She's cute, it's her personality that gets in the way
Ulder:Syra is a great shredder of paralysis through analysis
Elvin:We call it the Law of Improbable Syrabilities
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Vanir:She's cute, it's her personality that gets in the way
Ulder:Syra is a great shredder of paralysis through analysis
Elvin:We call it the Law of Improbable Syrabilities
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Gwayne of Vendeling
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Gwayne made his weapon disappear after Kelsyk's words, and he did send a quick although a bit insecure smile towards Kelsyk.
"It is ok, we... I am just a bit jumpy. To much happened lately, and suddenly appearing people was normally a bad thing. I am Gwayne... I am a warrior of the Mother.."
Then Milkhaires images did struck him.
...without the wind... an eagle needs to beat his wings... without a current, the fish needs to use his tail... do you understand...?
Somehow they where comforting, Gwayne had always tried to be in balance with nature and the pictures showed him something that he could relate too. Use your own strenghts, that was what Milkehaire told him. He just had to learn how to use his skills, and find out where his strength's lay.... as well his weaknesses. Although he already knew something that would be called a weakness... he did not like to kill. Saving lives was much more satisfying.
But to save lifes, you sometimes have to kill..
Now he watched Gavin and Syrawenn, who had more to lose then live alone.
"It is ok, we... I am just a bit jumpy. To much happened lately, and suddenly appearing people was normally a bad thing. I am Gwayne... I am a warrior of the Mother.."
Then Milkhaires images did struck him.
...without the wind... an eagle needs to beat his wings... without a current, the fish needs to use his tail... do you understand...?
Somehow they where comforting, Gwayne had always tried to be in balance with nature and the pictures showed him something that he could relate too. Use your own strenghts, that was what Milkehaire told him. He just had to learn how to use his skills, and find out where his strength's lay.... as well his weaknesses. Although he already knew something that would be called a weakness... he did not like to kill. Saving lives was much more satisfying.
But to save lifes, you sometimes have to kill..
Now he watched Gavin and Syrawenn, who had more to lose then live alone.
The Goddess is at my side, until she decides to leave me...
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Abner Klop
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There was one more communication from Milkhaire—filled with words and images enticing but cryptic—and then the connection was broken, and the shaman retreated back into the silent, distracted demeanor he'd displayed in their first meeting.
Abner pondered the clasman's words:
It seemed that some of what the gnome been trying to convey had found a sypathetic ear after all. But what were the 'old ways' they could use to fight the Darkness?
The cave, he thought. He says there are many answers there. And he has shown us how to find it. And it's not like we have any other plan for stopping the Darkness. "I am also thinking we should be going to cave," the gnome finally said. "We are needing more knowledge to be fighting the Enemy. Maybe we are finding the knowledge in that place."
Abner pondered the clasman's words:
..your words ring true friend Abner... the darkness wills death and chaos... yet you cannot stem the tide with a bucket... starving the darkness will only make it seek sustenance all the more... like a creeper vine without water... use the old ways... teach what has been forgotten...
It seemed that some of what the gnome been trying to convey had found a sypathetic ear after all. But what were the 'old ways' they could use to fight the Darkness?
The cave, he thought. He says there are many answers there. And he has shown us how to find it. And it's not like we have any other plan for stopping the Darkness. "I am also thinking we should be going to cave," the gnome finally said. "We are needing more knowledge to be fighting the Enemy. Maybe we are finding the knowledge in that place."
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And for to drynken strong wyn reed as blood"
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And for to drynken strong wyn reed as blood"
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"Thats okay Gwayne. I can't say that I have had the same experiences as you, but I can image how people suddenly appearing can be a bad thing. Oh, and I am Kelsyk, a rootless wanderer."
Now, to deal with the huntsman and the wolves... He didn't really answer my question, and probably won't if I ask him again. Come to think of it, he didn't answer either of my questions. Kelsyk squatted down, balancing on the balls of his feet, thinking. So, if we find the other dagger, then the circles will open and our enemies will come to us. Now all we need to do is find the other dagger. No problem, there can't be THAT many daggers out their.
Having sudden idea, Kelsyk pulled out his own knife, the own he got from his father, and compared it to the ceremonial dagger from Milkhaire. He examined them both from hilt to pointed tip, looking for similarities that might help him find the other dagger.
When he finished examining the daggers he stood, wincing slightly as his knees popped and cracked. “Uh, I need to stop doing that,†he muttered to himself. Speaking up he to the group, “I agree with Abner the cave seems to be the best choice. The knowledge there might help us in our fight. So, who's with me?â€
Now, to deal with the huntsman and the wolves... He didn't really answer my question, and probably won't if I ask him again. Come to think of it, he didn't answer either of my questions. Kelsyk squatted down, balancing on the balls of his feet, thinking. So, if we find the other dagger, then the circles will open and our enemies will come to us. Now all we need to do is find the other dagger. No problem, there can't be THAT many daggers out their.
Having sudden idea, Kelsyk pulled out his own knife, the own he got from his father, and compared it to the ceremonial dagger from Milkhaire. He examined them both from hilt to pointed tip, looking for similarities that might help him find the other dagger.
When he finished examining the daggers he stood, wincing slightly as his knees popped and cracked. “Uh, I need to stop doing that,†he muttered to himself. Speaking up he to the group, “I agree with Abner the cave seems to be the best choice. The knowledge there might help us in our fight. So, who's with me?â€
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I think this thread is over. The action seemes to have moved here.
"Wel loved he garlek, onyons, and eek lekes,
And for to drynken strong wyn reed as blood"
--Geoffery Chaucer
And for to drynken strong wyn reed as blood"
--Geoffery Chaucer