Gwalchmai had checked in on Nippy’s unexpected guest a number of times, and had found everything to be in good order. The druid had even recovered sufficiently enough to eat a small meal that Nippy had brought. He began to relax, realizing that being so tired had made him more jumpy than usual. He regretted being suspicious of young Nippy; Nippy had demonstrated nothing but good intentions since joining their little band. He supposed he would have to apologize to the young warrior, though a small part of him yet worried. So much power in one so young and inexperienced. Gwalchmai understood the corrupting influence of power. He had witnessed it in his own druid grove.
Gwalchmai sat at the great oaken table in the dining room. Alone, he contemplated one of Viv’s sweet rolls, only partially eaten. This war between the elves had taken a toll on everyone at the keep. They will all need good food and rest in order to keep their energy up. He was tempted to go and round everyone up for a late meal, then chide those who refused to sleep. But his protective nature was not always appropriate when dealing with such a group of strong and independent friends. Well, no sense in him getting exhausted.
He climbed the stairs to the roof top garden for a breath of fresh air before going to bed. The night air was crisp, but even this high up, he could smell the smoke and blood from the day’s battle. It was strange mixed with the scent of the late season flowers of the garden. He moved toward the stone wall at the edge of the roof, and looked down into the courtyard of the keep. Injured soldiers lay under makeshift shelters, since both the keep and the castle had run out of space for the recovering wounded. Some fires burned, keeping the injured warm.
“Will the battle come to us?” he said out loud. He looked up to the stars, but found no answer there.
Order of the Dark Flame: The Adventures Continue (no spam-story)
Laying on his back memories of his wife and the time they'd shared flashed before his eyes intermingled with glimpses of a very attractive human lady sitting nearby with a worried look on her face.
When she leaned forward and placed a hand on his shoulder Harry relised he was crying out loud and snapped back to reality suddenly
"Where am i?" he asked quietly. "The Dark Flame castle" was her reply.
Harry slowly sat up and looked at her in admiration "Thank you for saving my life dear lady"
He gathered his thoughts and rose from the pallet.
[ 09-22-2001: Message edited by: Harry2052 ]
When she leaned forward and placed a hand on his shoulder Harry relised he was crying out loud and snapped back to reality suddenly
"Where am i?" he asked quietly. "The Dark Flame castle" was her reply.
Harry slowly sat up and looked at her in admiration "Thank you for saving my life dear lady"
He gathered his thoughts and rose from the pallet.
[ 09-22-2001: Message edited by: Harry2052 ]
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Yshania
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Once inside the kitchen, Nippy guided Yshania to a stool by the great table. She sat and watched him whilst he busied himself making tea. Nippy tried to make small talk, discussing other members of the Dark Flame. Yshania listened, making no response other than to smile at him when he glanced at her.
Once the tea was made, Nippy seated himself opposite Yshania and placed the heavy mugs on the table between them. A silent moment passed as they regarded each other. Nippy broke the gaze with an embarrassed cough and took a sip from his tea.
‘How did you come to be here?’ he asked a moment later, looking up from his cup.
‘I fled my city’ she responded, gazing across to the window ‘Drow’
Nippy watched the druid, awaiting some elaboration. It wasn’t offered. It wasn’t needed.
‘The drow are at large’ he said ‘they have destroyed many towns’
Yshania looked back at him, a fire burning in her eyes ‘I saw friends at war’ she hissed ‘…I saw homes burning...I saw families dying in the streets from their onslaught’. Her next words caught in her throat and she dropped her head, tears threatening she tried to regain control. Nippy sat silently, this story was so familiar, but it was her story to tell. A moment passed. He reached across and placed his hand on hers, she was trembling. She gripped her mug tighter to control her hands before looking up at him again.
‘I had been suspicious of their growing numbers and I said nothing!’ she stood and swung away from the table. ‘A direct attack would have been easier’ she whispered ‘but their calculated approach stripped us of any defences’
She turned to face Nippy, ‘they were devious. We were a large town and easily outnumbered them. They turned friend upon friend until there was enough hatred within for the city to turn in on itself. Their warriors came in on horseback a couple of nights later, when the city was already burning, and picked off the rest, whilst the townsfolk continued to battle each other oblivious as to where the arrows were flying from.’
She sat back down, feeling awkward and embarrassed. Who was this man? What did he know? What did the Dark Flame know? Was her city just another burning city? She took a breath and looked up at him.
‘Is there anything being done?’ She felt herself redden as she remembered that she had fled from doing anything, and he knew this…and who was she to assume this Dark Flame were even interested in doing anything – she did not know these people or why they were here…
She dropped her gaze…’I need a bath, and a change of clothes’ she mumbled
Nippy regarded her sadly. ‘Have yourself a bath and then we will talk’ he said ‘there are things to discuss’
Pushing his chair away from the table, the feet grinding on the stone floor, he once again beckoned for her to follow.
Once the tea was made, Nippy seated himself opposite Yshania and placed the heavy mugs on the table between them. A silent moment passed as they regarded each other. Nippy broke the gaze with an embarrassed cough and took a sip from his tea.
‘How did you come to be here?’ he asked a moment later, looking up from his cup.
‘I fled my city’ she responded, gazing across to the window ‘Drow’
Nippy watched the druid, awaiting some elaboration. It wasn’t offered. It wasn’t needed.
‘The drow are at large’ he said ‘they have destroyed many towns’
Yshania looked back at him, a fire burning in her eyes ‘I saw friends at war’ she hissed ‘…I saw homes burning...I saw families dying in the streets from their onslaught’. Her next words caught in her throat and she dropped her head, tears threatening she tried to regain control. Nippy sat silently, this story was so familiar, but it was her story to tell. A moment passed. He reached across and placed his hand on hers, she was trembling. She gripped her mug tighter to control her hands before looking up at him again.
‘I had been suspicious of their growing numbers and I said nothing!’ she stood and swung away from the table. ‘A direct attack would have been easier’ she whispered ‘but their calculated approach stripped us of any defences’
She turned to face Nippy, ‘they were devious. We were a large town and easily outnumbered them. They turned friend upon friend until there was enough hatred within for the city to turn in on itself. Their warriors came in on horseback a couple of nights later, when the city was already burning, and picked off the rest, whilst the townsfolk continued to battle each other oblivious as to where the arrows were flying from.’
She sat back down, feeling awkward and embarrassed. Who was this man? What did he know? What did the Dark Flame know? Was her city just another burning city? She took a breath and looked up at him.
‘Is there anything being done?’ She felt herself redden as she remembered that she had fled from doing anything, and he knew this…and who was she to assume this Dark Flame were even interested in doing anything – she did not know these people or why they were here…
She dropped her gaze…’I need a bath, and a change of clothes’ she mumbled
Nippy regarded her sadly. ‘Have yourself a bath and then we will talk’ he said ‘there are things to discuss’
Pushing his chair away from the table, the feet grinding on the stone floor, he once again beckoned for her to follow.
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Guinness, black goes with everything.
Guinness, black goes with everything.
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dragon wench
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The light in the library was beginning to dim. Dragon Wench stirred, her shoulders ached from having remained in one position for so long. Numerous texts and scrolls lay on the floor in front of her. Nearly all that she had read on the Drow echoed what she had already heard, that they were driven by fanaticism and by their hatred of surface dwellers. Most writers advocated their complete eradication. In frustrated disgust, Dragon Wench reshelved the numerous tomes and parchments at her feet, and went off to sharpen her sword. She remained uncertain about her participation in a war with the Drow, but in the event of an attack upon the keep, she knew that she would fight alongside her friends.
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Nippy was surprised at Yshania's outburst. She had seemed quite tranquil and easy-going at first but her revelation of the horrors of her past shocked him. The spread was even worse than he had thought.
Nippy showed Yshania to the keep baths and offered her a robe and towels. He left her to bathe in peace.
When he came back down to the kitchen he saw an aminated Kramor sitting at the table...
OOC: There it is Kramor, I hope Ysh doesn't take to long in the bath...
Nippy showed Yshania to the keep baths and offered her a robe and towels. He left her to bathe in peace.
When he came back down to the kitchen he saw an aminated Kramor sitting at the table...
OOC: There it is Kramor, I hope Ysh doesn't take to long in the bath...
Perverteer Paladin
T’lainya looked over her list twice, checking it and adding an herb here, crossing another off. Some were for the wounded elves, All heale and Aloe, Bursthelas and Burdock; others were mentioned in the tome Darkpoet had left. The Bittermourn was for longevity and the small Gefnal cactus was to heal wounds. She recognized the Sanicle as being useful for the elves and Ria’ya; it bound wounds and stopped bleeding. T’lainya was tired, but knew if she closed her eyes she’d not open them for hours and she had many tasks awaiting her. She was still a healer and many were still wounded. She wanted to speak with Gwalchmai and the others to determine what plants and herbs they were running low on. There was also the issue of the drow. T’lainya felt that Teshana would be back. It was her duty as a Cormiira to protect the elves and her friends at the keep from the bloodthirsty dhaeraow. She used the old elvish word that had spawned the word drow.
T’lainya started down the stairs. She saw Gwalchmai treating an injured elf woman while a larger male hovered protectively, she smiled at the sight. Something pricked her senses and she turned for a second look, reading the auras as easily as she would read a book. She sensed no evil from them, only fear from the strangers and nervousness from Gwalchmai. She raised her hand in greeting and continued on her way, promising herself that she would have a talk with the druid later.
“Gwally, what medical herbs are we running short on? I’m making a list and if you think of anything we can gather from the countryside let me know.”
She found her way to the main triage area and had a hurried discussion with the priests there. The issue was settled to her satisfaction and she thanked the other clerics for their hard work. T’lainya returned to the bedroom and looked around for Darkpoet. Making a small sound of annoyance when she didn’t see him, she donned her armor and went to the weapons rack. She picked up the flail, its solid weight a comfort at her side. She returned down the stairs and walked through the courtyard, intent on gathering what plants she could.
T’lainya started down the stairs. She saw Gwalchmai treating an injured elf woman while a larger male hovered protectively, she smiled at the sight. Something pricked her senses and she turned for a second look, reading the auras as easily as she would read a book. She sensed no evil from them, only fear from the strangers and nervousness from Gwalchmai. She raised her hand in greeting and continued on her way, promising herself that she would have a talk with the druid later.
“Gwally, what medical herbs are we running short on? I’m making a list and if you think of anything we can gather from the countryside let me know.”
She found her way to the main triage area and had a hurried discussion with the priests there. The issue was settled to her satisfaction and she thanked the other clerics for their hard work. T’lainya returned to the bedroom and looked around for Darkpoet. Making a small sound of annoyance when she didn’t see him, she donned her armor and went to the weapons rack. She picked up the flail, its solid weight a comfort at her side. She returned down the stairs and walked through the courtyard, intent on gathering what plants she could.
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"I have seen them/I have watched them all fall/I have been them/I have watched myself crawl"
"I will only complicate you/Trust in me and fall as well"
"Quiet time...no more whine"
"I have seen them/I have watched them all fall/I have been them/I have watched myself crawl"
"I will only complicate you/Trust in me and fall as well"
"Quiet time...no more whine"
{This is to set up my character, I will insert him into the story when I get the chance }
Enter Smoky bar filled with putrescence and an atmosphere of drink and degradation – Five sit at the bar, happy in there tankards, wilfully unaware of what is to come…. 6 Others sit in tables around unlit areas of the bar.
They are not the only ones in the bar… there are several figures sitting in the gloom, their sins many. Their repentance found in the many drinks that they sup anything to kill the demons. Every so often, there is a grunt from a patron usually in an effort to gain the attention of the bar keep.
Small movements accompanied by short whispers, the commerce of the black market and the underground.
It was at a point around midnight when a man entered; he held himself in his cloak as though there was a great gust of wind about to knock him from his feet. There was nothing remarkable about this man – to the untrained eye.
The so far unnamed man moved towards the bar. Upon reaching it, he motioned to the bar man.
“I am looking for…” the barman stopped me mid sentence and pointed to one of the barley lit corners. There were to men slouching in the corner. I nodded to the barman and wandered towards the masked faces; careful to avoid the many strange substances that marked the grimy floor. This place was all too familiar, ‘why must all of these people deal in this horrible filth, when will I find someone who has class?’ this question always reverberated.
“I am here to see…” again the man was stopped mid sentence *these people have no manners blast there eyes*
“We know who you are here to see and we know why, what we don’t know is you, we were expecting another, a half elf, you don’t much look like a half elf” The mans tone remained quiet, although his demeanour had changed, his hand know rested on a knife.
“Yes I know you were expecting him, but he couldn’t make it…”
“And why is that?”
“Because he is dead” The man became slightly more agitated at these words…
“But he was impossible to kill, I have seen him kill so many…. I can’t believe it…. who did it?”
“Me” The stranger proclaimed with no hint of pride or grandeur.
“I don’t believe that, you could not have killed him, he was a master of the craft, you are nothing but a whelp”
“How sure are you… it isn’t difficult to kill a man, all you need is a little poison here or there, that usually does the trick…or the job, maybe a crossbow bolt from across a promenade. There is always a trap, one wrong move and that is the end of that unfortunate or fortunate victim, things can sometimes be painful in death”
The man began to reassess what stood before him, appearance counted for a lot in this line of work, and the stranger was not what he appeared to be, never trust what you can see alone, guide by instincts and experience. “So what makes you think that you are up to the task in hand?”
The stranger just stared across the table and played with his newly discovered knife.
“*ahem* Okay then….where to start….” The mans friend got up, he had said nothing during the conversation, in fact the stranger had hardly even noticed his presence. “He must just be going out for a piss or something”
“We were about to discuss the fee…”
“Were we…..oh well that is the normal”
“Humour me,” every pretence of politeness and charity left the stranger this was now about the deal and the job
“Okay you get paid a nominal fee now of about 150 coins, and on completion of the mission you get somewhere in the region of 4000”
“Somewhere in the region?”
“Well it depends on how good a job you do”
The same stare greeted the man as it had before, an icy stare, the stare of a trained killer, one you don’t mess with.
“Okay…..*ahem* now that is over with, it is just the target that needs discussing…”
“So who is it?!?”
“Well they are known as the Dark…” Suddenly three guards burst through the door, “There he is.” were the cries that went up. At that point his ‘friend’ got up “Your not going anywhere” the stranger stabbed a knife through his hand
“Ahhhh you ******* *******” A quick elbow to his chin removed the cacophony that had erupted from his lips.
Meanwhile the guards rushed towards the table…quickly the stranger removed his cloak and removed his vibrant katana from it’s sheaf on his back. The guards witnessed his fluid trained movements and began to think twice about the frontal assault….
The bloodbath that followed was swift and deadly, the first training I received was never leave any witnesses, the name of Fhoyre Moi shall not be spoken by any of those patrons in this life…
The last thing i left with was a name... i wont forget that one, i have a fee to claim.
}Enter Smoky bar filled with putrescence and an atmosphere of drink and degradation – Five sit at the bar, happy in there tankards, wilfully unaware of what is to come…. 6 Others sit in tables around unlit areas of the bar.
They are not the only ones in the bar… there are several figures sitting in the gloom, their sins many. Their repentance found in the many drinks that they sup anything to kill the demons. Every so often, there is a grunt from a patron usually in an effort to gain the attention of the bar keep.
Small movements accompanied by short whispers, the commerce of the black market and the underground.
It was at a point around midnight when a man entered; he held himself in his cloak as though there was a great gust of wind about to knock him from his feet. There was nothing remarkable about this man – to the untrained eye.
The so far unnamed man moved towards the bar. Upon reaching it, he motioned to the bar man.
“I am looking for…” the barman stopped me mid sentence and pointed to one of the barley lit corners. There were to men slouching in the corner. I nodded to the barman and wandered towards the masked faces; careful to avoid the many strange substances that marked the grimy floor. This place was all too familiar, ‘why must all of these people deal in this horrible filth, when will I find someone who has class?’ this question always reverberated.
“I am here to see…” again the man was stopped mid sentence *these people have no manners blast there eyes*
“We know who you are here to see and we know why, what we don’t know is you, we were expecting another, a half elf, you don’t much look like a half elf” The mans tone remained quiet, although his demeanour had changed, his hand know rested on a knife.
“Yes I know you were expecting him, but he couldn’t make it…”
“And why is that?”
“Because he is dead” The man became slightly more agitated at these words…
“But he was impossible to kill, I have seen him kill so many…. I can’t believe it…. who did it?”
“Me” The stranger proclaimed with no hint of pride or grandeur.
“I don’t believe that, you could not have killed him, he was a master of the craft, you are nothing but a whelp”
“How sure are you… it isn’t difficult to kill a man, all you need is a little poison here or there, that usually does the trick…or the job, maybe a crossbow bolt from across a promenade. There is always a trap, one wrong move and that is the end of that unfortunate or fortunate victim, things can sometimes be painful in death”
The man began to reassess what stood before him, appearance counted for a lot in this line of work, and the stranger was not what he appeared to be, never trust what you can see alone, guide by instincts and experience. “So what makes you think that you are up to the task in hand?”
The stranger just stared across the table and played with his newly discovered knife.
“*ahem* Okay then….where to start….” The mans friend got up, he had said nothing during the conversation, in fact the stranger had hardly even noticed his presence. “He must just be going out for a piss or something”
“We were about to discuss the fee…”
“Were we…..oh well that is the normal”
“Humour me,” every pretence of politeness and charity left the stranger this was now about the deal and the job
“Okay you get paid a nominal fee now of about 150 coins, and on completion of the mission you get somewhere in the region of 4000”
“Somewhere in the region?”
“Well it depends on how good a job you do”
The same stare greeted the man as it had before, an icy stare, the stare of a trained killer, one you don’t mess with.
“Okay…..*ahem* now that is over with, it is just the target that needs discussing…”
“So who is it?!?”
“Well they are known as the Dark…” Suddenly three guards burst through the door, “There he is.” were the cries that went up. At that point his ‘friend’ got up “Your not going anywhere” the stranger stabbed a knife through his hand
“Ahhhh you ******* *******” A quick elbow to his chin removed the cacophony that had erupted from his lips.
Meanwhile the guards rushed towards the table…quickly the stranger removed his cloak and removed his vibrant katana from it’s sheaf on his back. The guards witnessed his fluid trained movements and began to think twice about the frontal assault….
The bloodbath that followed was swift and deadly, the first training I received was never leave any witnesses, the name of Fhoyre Moi shall not be spoken by any of those patrons in this life…
The last thing i left with was a name... i wont forget that one, i have a fee to claim.
I'd have to get drunk every night and talk about virility...And those Pink elephants I'd see.
Ooc: Nice entry Mr. Sleep! *sighs and mutters to herself about him not being a good slave at all*
IC:
Vivien was relieved that the strange man, Harry, appeared to be both aware of his surroundings, and strong enough to be recovering so quickly.
“You must be famished, please follow me.” She said with a smile as she turned to lead him to a quieter location. As they walked through the courtyard they came upon Jennabard, food overflowing in her arms, and Viv was able to ‘borrow’ a loaf of bread, some cheese, and some cut meat before the bard was off again. Viv shouted her thanks at her friend’s back and almost tripped on Gwally as he leaned over a patient. She put a hand of apology on his shoulder, but wasn’t even sure if he had heard her whispered excuse, his exhausted eyes not moving from his task. Viv made a note that he would need rest and maybe healing himself soon, lest he fall from overwork. They then continued through the bustle and noise of the tents, and passed into a favorite part of the Keep’s garden, at least for Viv. A soft low lying bench, overshadowed by tall trees, yet with enough open spaces for one to take catnaps in the afternoon.
After she had made him as comfortable as she could, she sat across him, eyes searching his face.
“You are welcome to stay with us, though you probably have many questions. A simple explanation is that this Keep is owned by members of a well…you could call it our own ‘knight hood’, though that is not what we are. We are a force for good.”
They ate in silence for several minutes before Viv felt less shy, and brave enough to ask questions.
“I think that you have suffered something, and I was…wondering if there is anything we can do to help? Your eyes seem to despair, and I would help as best I could.”
IC:
Vivien was relieved that the strange man, Harry, appeared to be both aware of his surroundings, and strong enough to be recovering so quickly.
“You must be famished, please follow me.” She said with a smile as she turned to lead him to a quieter location. As they walked through the courtyard they came upon Jennabard, food overflowing in her arms, and Viv was able to ‘borrow’ a loaf of bread, some cheese, and some cut meat before the bard was off again. Viv shouted her thanks at her friend’s back and almost tripped on Gwally as he leaned over a patient. She put a hand of apology on his shoulder, but wasn’t even sure if he had heard her whispered excuse, his exhausted eyes not moving from his task. Viv made a note that he would need rest and maybe healing himself soon, lest he fall from overwork. They then continued through the bustle and noise of the tents, and passed into a favorite part of the Keep’s garden, at least for Viv. A soft low lying bench, overshadowed by tall trees, yet with enough open spaces for one to take catnaps in the afternoon.
After she had made him as comfortable as she could, she sat across him, eyes searching his face.
“You are welcome to stay with us, though you probably have many questions. A simple explanation is that this Keep is owned by members of a well…you could call it our own ‘knight hood’, though that is not what we are. We are a force for good.”
They ate in silence for several minutes before Viv felt less shy, and brave enough to ask questions.
“I think that you have suffered something, and I was…wondering if there is anything we can do to help? Your eyes seem to despair, and I would help as best I could.”
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Yshania
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Yshania thanked Nippy for the robes and towels and closed the door behind her. She listened to his footfalls fade down the hall.
Sighing she filled the bath with hot water, the steam clouding the room ( ) She undressed and stepped into the tub.
Laying down in the tub she let the heat soothe her muscles as she closed her eyes. She was feeling that she had been a little selfish with Nippy, she had asked nothing of his own reasons for being here. She resolved to find out more about the Dark Flame...
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Her mind drifted, as she shifted comfortably in the bath. She thought of her father, Baern, sadly cut down in battle. She remembered him fondly, however, how he used to return to the elven village from his crusades with stories so wild only the young gave them any credibility. The elders of the village tutting at his animated bravado, whilst silently concerning themselves with the threat he brought their peaceful village…
She thought of her mother, Mari, a good and gentle woman. She remembered how they could spend whole evenings in each others company without word, nor embarrassed by their silence. She took great comfort from those evenings, her mother sewing and Yshania reading. Occasionally glancing up at each other and smiling before returning to their own pre-occupation.
One night her father had not come home as expected. Yshania was riding back from the forest when she heard the cries from the village. She yanked on the mane of her horse, and digging her heels in sent her off galloping towards home. As she approached the village she heard the women crying and wailing, Baern had been found dead just outside the perimeters of the village. The scouts had drawn the attention of the murdering Drow that had taken his life and they had pursued them into the village. People lay bleeding, women crying, the children hiding. As she hastily dismounted she was approached by the village chief
‘Your family have brought this on us’ he hissed ‘you are no longer welcome here – BEGONE!’
Yshania’s heart stopped and she gasped. They were blaming her human father for leading the Drow back, not the elves who alerted the Drow, or the fact that the Drow could have found and looted the village anyway.
She glanced across to her hut before leaping back onto her filly and running into the night.
She wondered around the forests slowly, leading her horse, her hand on her scimitar, and reluctant to leave. She was willing the Drow to reveal themselves. Some hours later she felt the strong need to see her mother, somehow understanding that it would be the last time…tethering her horse close to the village she wandered carefully back to her mother’s hut. She stopped outside, listening for any conversation. There was none so she slipped silently inside.
Inside she was surprised to see the village priest, Zoria.
‘What are you doing here?’ Zoria whispered, her eyes darting to the sleeping form of Mari. Mari groaned and stirred.
‘I, I…’ Yshania fell to her mother’s bedside ‘What is wrong?’
‘She took a Drow arrow whilst trying to help bring Baern back into the village…she doesn’t have long – her ki is fading. I cannot reach her. I can heal her wounds but I cannot reach her’ Zoria looked away then walked towards the fireplace.
Yshania took her mothers hand ‘mam’ she whispered ‘can you hear me?’
Mari turned her face, and without opening her eyes she whispered ‘Yshania, take the amulet. I am going soon. I love you Yshania but you must … go…’ she faltered, her breath labouring, ‘go Yshania, seek your place elsewhere’
‘My place is here!’ Yshania cried ‘with you and the village’
‘No, Yshania, your heart was always with the village but your spirit never was…take the amulet and go before they take you too…I love you Yshania’
Admitting defeat, Yshania dropped her head and wept. Her mother was right, and now she would never be welcome here. She kissed her mother on the cheek, took the amulet and stood away from the bed. ‘I love you mam’ she whispered. She turned and briefly regarded the profile of Zoria by the fireplace before slipping back out into the night.
Yshania opened her eyes, she found she had been weeping again. Sinking under the water she cleaned her hair, pulled herself up she washed, then climbed out of the tub. She needed to speak to Nippy.
Dressing in the gown he had given her, she wrapped one of the towels around her hair and headed back to the bedroom. She found a change of clothes on the bed. Her clothes and kindly laundered. Slipping into the clothing she briskly dried off her hair and made her way to the kitchen. Pausing outside the door she heard a heated conversation. Nippy was there, she recognised his voice, but did not know the other man….
Sighing she filled the bath with hot water, the steam clouding the room (
) She undressed and stepped into the tub.Laying down in the tub she let the heat soothe her muscles as she closed her eyes. She was feeling that she had been a little selfish with Nippy, she had asked nothing of his own reasons for being here. She resolved to find out more about the Dark Flame...
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Her mind drifted, as she shifted comfortably in the bath. She thought of her father, Baern, sadly cut down in battle. She remembered him fondly, however, how he used to return to the elven village from his crusades with stories so wild only the young gave them any credibility. The elders of the village tutting at his animated bravado, whilst silently concerning themselves with the threat he brought their peaceful village…
She thought of her mother, Mari, a good and gentle woman. She remembered how they could spend whole evenings in each others company without word, nor embarrassed by their silence. She took great comfort from those evenings, her mother sewing and Yshania reading. Occasionally glancing up at each other and smiling before returning to their own pre-occupation.
One night her father had not come home as expected. Yshania was riding back from the forest when she heard the cries from the village. She yanked on the mane of her horse, and digging her heels in sent her off galloping towards home. As she approached the village she heard the women crying and wailing, Baern had been found dead just outside the perimeters of the village. The scouts had drawn the attention of the murdering Drow that had taken his life and they had pursued them into the village. People lay bleeding, women crying, the children hiding. As she hastily dismounted she was approached by the village chief
‘Your family have brought this on us’ he hissed ‘you are no longer welcome here – BEGONE!’
Yshania’s heart stopped and she gasped. They were blaming her human father for leading the Drow back, not the elves who alerted the Drow, or the fact that the Drow could have found and looted the village anyway.
She glanced across to her hut before leaping back onto her filly and running into the night.
She wondered around the forests slowly, leading her horse, her hand on her scimitar, and reluctant to leave. She was willing the Drow to reveal themselves. Some hours later she felt the strong need to see her mother, somehow understanding that it would be the last time…tethering her horse close to the village she wandered carefully back to her mother’s hut. She stopped outside, listening for any conversation. There was none so she slipped silently inside.
Inside she was surprised to see the village priest, Zoria.
‘What are you doing here?’ Zoria whispered, her eyes darting to the sleeping form of Mari. Mari groaned and stirred.
‘I, I…’ Yshania fell to her mother’s bedside ‘What is wrong?’
‘She took a Drow arrow whilst trying to help bring Baern back into the village…she doesn’t have long – her ki is fading. I cannot reach her. I can heal her wounds but I cannot reach her’ Zoria looked away then walked towards the fireplace.
Yshania took her mothers hand ‘mam’ she whispered ‘can you hear me?’
Mari turned her face, and without opening her eyes she whispered ‘Yshania, take the amulet. I am going soon. I love you Yshania but you must … go…’ she faltered, her breath labouring, ‘go Yshania, seek your place elsewhere’
‘My place is here!’ Yshania cried ‘with you and the village’
‘No, Yshania, your heart was always with the village but your spirit never was…take the amulet and go before they take you too…I love you Yshania’
Admitting defeat, Yshania dropped her head and wept. Her mother was right, and now she would never be welcome here. She kissed her mother on the cheek, took the amulet and stood away from the bed. ‘I love you mam’ she whispered. She turned and briefly regarded the profile of Zoria by the fireplace before slipping back out into the night.
Yshania opened her eyes, she found she had been weeping again. Sinking under the water she cleaned her hair, pulled herself up she washed, then climbed out of the tub. She needed to speak to Nippy.
Dressing in the gown he had given her, she wrapped one of the towels around her hair and headed back to the bedroom. She found a change of clothes on the bed. Her clothes and kindly laundered. Slipping into the clothing she briskly dried off her hair and made her way to the kitchen. Pausing outside the door she heard a heated conversation. Nippy was there, she recognised his voice, but did not know the other man….
Parachute for sale, like new! Never opened!
Guinness, black goes with everything.
Guinness, black goes with everything.
I had to make flight, I couldn’t be seen near the scene, all hell would break loose if I stayed…. I didn’t need more blood on my hands, not at this point anyway. The streets and corners were familiar to me, I had spent many years running through them from many different assailants and running for many different targets.
I changed alleyways…. It had been a strange evening, getting an offer for from a rival to my master – an offer I couldn’t refuse – the only stipulation, kill your master. Fair enough I thought if the pay is good enough, why not, my master knew it would come to this eventually, just not so soon, that is what gave me the edge…
But tonight had been strange, I should have clued in from the conversation, It was all stalling, he probably was the real contact, but in this place even the contacts were corrupt, they probably wanted my master for some erroneous deed in the past, it did not matter now, they were dead, and there was nothing to refute those charges.
Another alley and another dark space. I heard a movement behind me… probably nothing, but that was what fools and dead men thought, I decided to carry on, I needed to know who this person was, they might have surveyed the massacre, I could not let them live…
Yet another dimly lit grimy alleyway and I heard that same noise again, that was it, I was definitely being followed – time to make my move. I moved quickly into a nearby doorway. I waited until the person appeared… and on cue they were before me. For a second they hesitated, time enough for me, a crossbow bolt hit them in the right shoulder there was a yelp of pain, they fell. I waited momentarily for more to arrive, this person was alone, I walked over.
“So” I said “Why are you following me”
They groaned and attempted to raise themselves into a sitting position “I saw your handy…* cough * work tonight, I had been told to look out for you, so I waited in the house opposite the tavern, I saw it all,”
“Whatever possessed you to follow me, after witnessing that surely you knew of my skills”
“Yes I did, but I had no option, my family is being held by those responsible, I could not go against their wishes so they asked me to follow you and find out where you were hiding…..” the man trailed off, he was in a great amount of pain. I attempted to wake the prone figure in the only way I knew how, I slapped him across the face. He jerked back to life with a yelp
“You were saying” the man was clearly in shock, but I needed the information
“ * cough * well * cough * they have my family “
“Who are they?”
“I don’t know!”
“Then what use are you too me…” I pointed my crossbow at his forehead.
“No don’t please….” He began to sob “all I can tell you is where I was supposed to meet them…”
With crossbow still trained on him, I said “Spit it out…”
He pointed towards his pouch… at this point he feinted, I assumed his instructions were in his pouch, I rummaged quickly through his pack. All I found was a few stones (some call them gems, but these were definitely just stones) and the note. It read
“You know the task, no screw ups, you also know what will happen if there is a screw up. We will meet you on the corner by the tavern you frequent, don’t be late, we will see you at 8am sharp”
It was signed with a single “X” that could mean anything, but it was a start, I don’t like being followed and stalked, these new players were unwelcome, I would have to figure out my strategy in the next 7 hours.
I changed alleyways…. It had been a strange evening, getting an offer for from a rival to my master – an offer I couldn’t refuse – the only stipulation, kill your master. Fair enough I thought if the pay is good enough, why not, my master knew it would come to this eventually, just not so soon, that is what gave me the edge…
But tonight had been strange, I should have clued in from the conversation, It was all stalling, he probably was the real contact, but in this place even the contacts were corrupt, they probably wanted my master for some erroneous deed in the past, it did not matter now, they were dead, and there was nothing to refute those charges.
Another alley and another dark space. I heard a movement behind me… probably nothing, but that was what fools and dead men thought, I decided to carry on, I needed to know who this person was, they might have surveyed the massacre, I could not let them live…
Yet another dimly lit grimy alleyway and I heard that same noise again, that was it, I was definitely being followed – time to make my move. I moved quickly into a nearby doorway. I waited until the person appeared… and on cue they were before me. For a second they hesitated, time enough for me, a crossbow bolt hit them in the right shoulder there was a yelp of pain, they fell. I waited momentarily for more to arrive, this person was alone, I walked over.
“So” I said “Why are you following me”
They groaned and attempted to raise themselves into a sitting position “I saw your handy…* cough * work tonight, I had been told to look out for you, so I waited in the house opposite the tavern, I saw it all,”
“Whatever possessed you to follow me, after witnessing that surely you knew of my skills”
“Yes I did, but I had no option, my family is being held by those responsible, I could not go against their wishes so they asked me to follow you and find out where you were hiding…..” the man trailed off, he was in a great amount of pain. I attempted to wake the prone figure in the only way I knew how, I slapped him across the face. He jerked back to life with a yelp
“You were saying” the man was clearly in shock, but I needed the information
“ * cough * well * cough * they have my family “
“Who are they?”
“I don’t know!”
“Then what use are you too me…” I pointed my crossbow at his forehead.
“No don’t please….” He began to sob “all I can tell you is where I was supposed to meet them…”
With crossbow still trained on him, I said “Spit it out…”
He pointed towards his pouch… at this point he feinted, I assumed his instructions were in his pouch, I rummaged quickly through his pack. All I found was a few stones (some call them gems, but these were definitely just stones) and the note. It read
“You know the task, no screw ups, you also know what will happen if there is a screw up. We will meet you on the corner by the tavern you frequent, don’t be late, we will see you at 8am sharp”
It was signed with a single “X” that could mean anything, but it was a start, I don’t like being followed and stalked, these new players were unwelcome, I would have to figure out my strategy in the next 7 hours.
I'd have to get drunk every night and talk about virility...And those Pink elephants I'd see.
{OOC: I know I said I was leaving. This is posted by request Besides, things are getting so exciting, who can stay away? }
Kramor stood when Nippy entered the kitchen. "We're going to find this monster, this tarrasque," said Kramor, "before it decides to show up here."
Nippy nodded silently. An odd expression crossed his face, but it was hard to read...
Loner appeared in the kitchen, the Katana slung across her back, her pack at her side. "I'm ready when you are," she said. In fact she was terrified and wished she could just grab Kramor and run away...She had no idea how to enact the plan she'd come up with. Who or what could make an exact copy of Lomoro?...
Just then, as if on cue, Lomoro came up behind Loner. He was armed. The three companions stared in silence.
"What?" said Lomoro. You thought I was going to just sit here and wait for you? Besides," he continued, a smile lurking just below the surface of his deadpan countenance: "you might need me, after all."
Loner swallowed. It was a small band going to face this dread creature, with no solid method of defeating it. "Well," she said to the now-quiet group. "I've suggested a way to defeat this monster, but...we still don't have a workable strategy. Offering a replica of Lomoro and Hitomi, fine, it's a good idea. But I don't know how we're going to go about accomplishing that..."
Somewhere deep down, she feared none of them would be returning.
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Besides, things are getting so exciting, who can stay away? }Kramor stood when Nippy entered the kitchen. "We're going to find this monster, this tarrasque," said Kramor, "before it decides to show up here."
Nippy nodded silently. An odd expression crossed his face, but it was hard to read...
Loner appeared in the kitchen, the Katana slung across her back, her pack at her side. "I'm ready when you are," she said. In fact she was terrified and wished she could just grab Kramor and run away...She had no idea how to enact the plan she'd come up with. Who or what could make an exact copy of Lomoro?...
Just then, as if on cue, Lomoro came up behind Loner. He was armed. The three companions stared in silence.
"What?" said Lomoro. You thought I was going to just sit here and wait for you? Besides," he continued, a smile lurking just below the surface of his deadpan countenance: "you might need me, after all."
Loner swallowed. It was a small band going to face this dread creature, with no solid method of defeating it. "Well," she said to the now-quiet group. "I've suggested a way to defeat this monster, but...we still don't have a workable strategy. Offering a replica of Lomoro and Hitomi, fine, it's a good idea. But I don't know how we're going to go about accomplishing that..."
Somewhere deep down, she feared none of them would be returning.
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Yshania heard footsteps approaching, light footsteps. She stepped back into the shadows as a young Kensai warrior appeared around the corner. She had a grim but determined countenance. Yshania tried to concentrate on the woman’s Ki but she was difficult to read – masking herself perhaps – but Yshania perceived a feeling of dread and a concern for a name she could not interpret. This woman had a deep love for a man, Yshania concentrated…no…two men, and both were in some kind of danger.
Yshania listened as the woman spoke:
‘I'm ready when you are’
Ready for what? Yshania had missed the gist of the conversation between Nippy and the other man, other than a mention of Tarrasque and that had almost stopped her heart. With the door now open she could hear clearly, and sense the tension in the room.
Without a sound a man appeared beside Yshania, startling her. He regarded her intently, but not unkindly. She felt her skin crawl as he read her and felt hopeless to resist. She dropped her eyes momentarily. When she looked up he was gone.
‘What?’ she heard him say ‘. You thought I was going to just sit here and wait for you? Besides, you might need me, after all’
The room fell quiet. Yshania stepped into the doorway, nervously lifting a wet lock of hair from her face.
The young Kensai spoke ‘Well, "I've suggested a way to defeat this monster, but...we still don't have a workable strategy. Offering a replica of Lomoro and Hitomi, fine, it's a good idea. But I don't know how we're going to go about accomplishing that...’
Replicas?
She stepped into the kitchen, acutely aware of all eyes upon her, except one – the other man. His back was turned and he was resting his hands heavily on the table, hanging his head. She fidgeted nervously before Nippy quickly spoke up…
‘erm, Loner, Kramor, Lomoro – this is Yshania.’
The group regarded her silently, she felt the bristling tension as she had interrupted the discussion.
‘Yshania has just arrived at the Keep’ said Nippy ‘maybe she will join us’
Yshania took a moment to compose herself, sorry for Nippy’s embarrassment.
‘How many do we have?’ Yshania spoke, low – trying to keep her voice steady.
The young Kensai regarded her, she could feel she was being read. If these were friends of Nippy’s then they were friends of hers. She lowered her eyes and opened herself to the Kensai. The Kensai seemed to relax before offering ’us’ we have ‘us’. The Kensai smiled weakly.
‘Maybe I can help’ Yshania offered back. On my way south I passed a band of maverick Templars. I overheard their fireside speak. Their sorceror king is dead at the hands of a traitor…maybe we could seek them out and ally with them. In return we could offer our aid to uncover the identity of this traitor and take him down’
She swallowed as she received no immediate response…finally the young Kensai she guessed as being Loner said
‘Templars? They are corrupt within themselves, how do we know we can trust them?’
‘We don't...but they have no master’ replied Yshania quietly, and convincingly, ‘without a master they have only their training, no status. If they were to be seen to bring to justice the murderer of their king, then maybe they may be accepted by another...
‘In my own return’ whispered Yshania ‘If we survive this, I would ask we band to defeat the great Drow rising that have taken my parents, my friends, and my adopted home’ She studied each face in turn….
Yshania listened as the woman spoke:
‘I'm ready when you are’
Ready for what? Yshania had missed the gist of the conversation between Nippy and the other man, other than a mention of Tarrasque and that had almost stopped her heart. With the door now open she could hear clearly, and sense the tension in the room.
Without a sound a man appeared beside Yshania, startling her. He regarded her intently, but not unkindly. She felt her skin crawl as he read her and felt hopeless to resist. She dropped her eyes momentarily. When she looked up he was gone.
‘What?’ she heard him say ‘. You thought I was going to just sit here and wait for you? Besides, you might need me, after all’
The room fell quiet. Yshania stepped into the doorway, nervously lifting a wet lock of hair from her face.
The young Kensai spoke ‘Well, "I've suggested a way to defeat this monster, but...we still don't have a workable strategy. Offering a replica of Lomoro and Hitomi, fine, it's a good idea. But I don't know how we're going to go about accomplishing that...’
Replicas?
She stepped into the kitchen, acutely aware of all eyes upon her, except one – the other man. His back was turned and he was resting his hands heavily on the table, hanging his head. She fidgeted nervously before Nippy quickly spoke up…
‘erm, Loner, Kramor, Lomoro – this is Yshania.’
The group regarded her silently, she felt the bristling tension as she had interrupted the discussion.
‘Yshania has just arrived at the Keep’ said Nippy ‘maybe she will join us’
Yshania took a moment to compose herself, sorry for Nippy’s embarrassment.
‘How many do we have?’ Yshania spoke, low – trying to keep her voice steady.
The young Kensai regarded her, she could feel she was being read. If these were friends of Nippy’s then they were friends of hers. She lowered her eyes and opened herself to the Kensai. The Kensai seemed to relax before offering ’us’ we have ‘us’. The Kensai smiled weakly.
‘Maybe I can help’ Yshania offered back. On my way south I passed a band of maverick Templars. I overheard their fireside speak. Their sorceror king is dead at the hands of a traitor…maybe we could seek them out and ally with them. In return we could offer our aid to uncover the identity of this traitor and take him down’
She swallowed as she received no immediate response…finally the young Kensai she guessed as being Loner said
‘Templars? They are corrupt within themselves, how do we know we can trust them?’
‘We don't...but they have no master’ replied Yshania quietly, and convincingly, ‘without a master they have only their training, no status. If they were to be seen to bring to justice the murderer of their king, then maybe they may be accepted by another...
‘In my own return’ whispered Yshania ‘If we survive this, I would ask we band to defeat the great Drow rising that have taken my parents, my friends, and my adopted home’ She studied each face in turn….
Parachute for sale, like new! Never opened!
Guinness, black goes with everything.
Guinness, black goes with everything.
Nippy studied the lines of Yshania's face intently. She had taken on a grim and determined look. She really wanted to get back at the Drow who killed her family.
"I... I will join you." Said Nippy. He looked around at all the others, their faces a mask. He waited for their response...
OOC: Yshania, Hitomi and Loromo are twins. Asian build, katanas the full tradition Kensai works, Hitomi has a scar on the left side of his face
"I... I will join you." Said Nippy. He looked around at all the others, their faces a mask. He waited for their response...
OOC: Yshania, Hitomi and Loromo are twins. Asian build, katanas the full tradition Kensai works, Hitomi has a scar on the left side of his face
Perverteer Paladin
As much as Loner hated to admit it, even to herself, she would have appreciated any excuse at all to chop up some Drow. After the horrors she had witnessed among the injured, the stories they told -- when they could speak at all...And the power of the Templars would certainly be welcome against such an opponent. But she questioned the wisdom of assisting such as the Templars...She sighed, and shook her head.
"I'm not sure I like the idea of allying with these Templars," she said. "Who's to say this 'traitor' didn't do the world a favor by ridding it of this sorceror king? And from what I've heard of these people, they're not too keen on remembering favors." She passed her hands over her face.
Kramor straightened and placed a hand on her shoulder. "This may be our only option," he said quietly. "The Templars' power is very great. Maybe they can help put your plan into effect."
Loner sighed. Once more she turned her gaze to the half-elven woman Nippy had introduced. She had detected a darkness in her ki field, but no malevolence. It was a darkness more of mystery and long acquaintance with sorrow.
She nodded. "All right," she said, almost in a whisper. "Let's just go, and get this over with."
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"I'm not sure I like the idea of allying with these Templars," she said. "Who's to say this 'traitor' didn't do the world a favor by ridding it of this sorceror king? And from what I've heard of these people, they're not too keen on remembering favors." She passed her hands over her face.
Kramor straightened and placed a hand on her shoulder. "This may be our only option," he said quietly. "The Templars' power is very great. Maybe they can help put your plan into effect."
Loner sighed. Once more she turned her gaze to the half-elven woman Nippy had introduced. She had detected a darkness in her ki field, but no malevolence. It was a darkness more of mystery and long acquaintance with sorrow.
She nodded. "All right," she said, almost in a whisper. "Let's just go, and get this over with."
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As Nippy spoke, Yshania relaxed a little. She was not sure why, but she felt they could reach a friendly compromise. Hers was not a challenge, but a request. They all had demons to face, and she for one would stand up and be counted.
Yshania watched the other man, Kramor? place his hand to reassure Loner. There was a deep unconditional love between them. Yshania was warmed by their unspoken connection. Without embarrassment she felt Loners spirit lift, she loved this man. Beyond everything that is love and fear, she trusted this man.
The Kensai master remained silent. Yshania could not read his Ki, but she felt reassured by his presence. She sensed he was recovering, but his spirit was strong, his quiet determination infallible. She smiled at him, humbled when he returned the gesture.
‘We will need horses’ she stated. ‘I was travelling south, I believe they were travelling east.’ She glanced at the faces regarding her ‘I have no steed. I travelled many moons on foot after my filly was crippled’ she felt tears brimming but controlled her emotions. ‘On horseback I believe we could reach them in a couple of days...’
Yshania watched the other man, Kramor? place his hand to reassure Loner. There was a deep unconditional love between them. Yshania was warmed by their unspoken connection. Without embarrassment she felt Loners spirit lift, she loved this man. Beyond everything that is love and fear, she trusted this man.
The Kensai master remained silent. Yshania could not read his Ki, but she felt reassured by his presence. She sensed he was recovering, but his spirit was strong, his quiet determination infallible. She smiled at him, humbled when he returned the gesture.
‘We will need horses’ she stated. ‘I was travelling south, I believe they were travelling east.’ She glanced at the faces regarding her ‘I have no steed. I travelled many moons on foot after my filly was crippled’ she felt tears brimming but controlled her emotions. ‘On horseback I believe we could reach them in a couple of days...’
Parachute for sale, like new! Never opened!
Guinness, black goes with everything.
Guinness, black goes with everything.
"I still have my Fire Steed, what other horses have we got? Maybe we could 'borrow' some of the Elven scouts horses?"
Nippy looked at all of them, he felt that great trust was forming and for that he was eternally grateful, his eyes met Yshania's, he shied away and went to conjure his Fire steed, readying supplies and equipment they would no doubt need.
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Nippy looked at all of them, he felt that great trust was forming and for that he was eternally grateful, his eyes met Yshania's, he shied away and went to conjure his Fire steed, readying supplies and equipment they would no doubt need.
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Perverteer Paladin
Where could he have come from? That was the question that reverberated through my mind, if I was to find his local tavern then I needed to figure out his outfit, general demeanour and motivations.
He was definitely a commoner, so that minimised the search range by a bit. He obviously had a family so he wasn’t out of house and home, his clothes were that of a working man... I would have to start in the slums and hopefully begin from there, time was running out, and i had to be quick...
He was definitely a commoner, so that minimised the search range by a bit. He obviously had a family so he wasn’t out of house and home, his clothes were that of a working man... I would have to start in the slums and hopefully begin from there, time was running out, and i had to be quick...
I'd have to get drunk every night and talk about virility...And those Pink elephants I'd see.
Feeling a mixture of peace and sadness under the trees Harry spoke softly "Only time will heal this pain i'm afraid, the drow killed my wife." He sighed and then asked "may i know your name?." "Vivien" was her reply as she reached out placing her hand on top of his lightly.
"I also know where the drow who killed Darkpoets father are based." he continued, this brought a sharp gasp from Viv and she hurried off to look for DP with Harry following along at a slightly slower pace.
The pair made it as far as the kitchen where Viv stopped at the sound of low voices and went in to find out what was going on.
(OOC dont know where y'all are heading plot wise so didnt want to mess it up by posting too much)
"I also know where the drow who killed Darkpoets father are based." he continued, this brought a sharp gasp from Viv and she hurried off to look for DP with Harry following along at a slightly slower pace.
The pair made it as far as the kitchen where Viv stopped at the sound of low voices and went in to find out what was going on.
(OOC dont know where y'all are heading plot wise so didnt want to mess it up by posting too much)
While T was working on the list, Darkpoet decided to go to the kitchen. He needed to eat something, “maybe just a little snack.” He said to himself. As he made his way down to the kitchen, he bumped into Nippy and a beautiful female, Elf. He gave Nippy a big smile that turned red. Darkpoet said “hello” to Nippy’s guest, smiling at her. He smiled a Kramor and Loner, too. He told them, he was cooking dinner and that it would be ready in a bit. He headed to the kitchen, as he got there, he started to work on two kinds of stew. Darkpoet then started on making dough for rolls and bread, he wondered if those inside the Keep’s walls had been fed. He continued, on making food for those, in and around the Keep.
T’lainya was briefly tempted to go search for the herbs she needed. Sighing she thought of all the reasons that she shouldn’t do that. She thought for a minute and smiled. She knew exactly where Dp would be. He always cooked when he was feeling unsettled or unsure. She went to the kitchen and almost fell over all the people gathered by the door.
Viv was paused in front of the door with a male elf T’lainya didn’t recognize. Nippy flew out the door in a great hurry almost knocking her over. T’lainya stared after him realizing he was too far away to hear her half formed question. Looking onto the room she saw Loner and Kramor side by side, gaining strength from each other. Lomoro was watching with a twinkling eye and T’lainya’s eyes followed his to the stove. Dp was busy arm deep in his cooking. Her heart swelled with pride at his actions. She knew how deeply he grieved for his family and the emotional toll the days events had on him. Yet he was busy seeing to everyone else’s comfort. T’lainya smiled and saw a half elf woman she didn’t recognize talking to Loner and Kramor. She smiled at the newcomers and walked into the kitchen, gently touching Dps arm to get his attention.
Viv was paused in front of the door with a male elf T’lainya didn’t recognize. Nippy flew out the door in a great hurry almost knocking her over. T’lainya stared after him realizing he was too far away to hear her half formed question. Looking onto the room she saw Loner and Kramor side by side, gaining strength from each other. Lomoro was watching with a twinkling eye and T’lainya’s eyes followed his to the stove. Dp was busy arm deep in his cooking. Her heart swelled with pride at his actions. She knew how deeply he grieved for his family and the emotional toll the days events had on him. Yet he was busy seeing to everyone else’s comfort. T’lainya smiled and saw a half elf woman she didn’t recognize talking to Loner and Kramor. She smiled at the newcomers and walked into the kitchen, gently touching Dps arm to get his attention.
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