The words were no sooner out of Mysteria's mouth when they heard the loud explosion. Bloodstalker immediatly felt the tug of magical forces, but forced them out of his mind. As one, BS and Mysteria turned and ran towards the sound, hoping they would be in time.
They stopped just inside the cover of the trees, seeing Aegis break into the other side of the clearing, running like all the demons of the abyss were chasing him. As he saw the drow break into the clearing behind him, BS understood the rangers concern.
BS looked over at Mysteria, and motioned her to take cover. Climbing up into the nearest tree, Bloodstalker hoped that Aegis's flight would bring him under him. Suddenly Cernd flashed into his mind. He didn't know what similarities there were between rangers and druids, but he hoped the signal would find understanding in the rangers mind.
Pursing his lips, BS sent the call Cernd had taught him. He hoped that the drow, being forign to the surface, would simply believe it the song of a bird. Hopefully, Aegis would recognize unatural timbre of the call, and head for it.
BS pulled Striker, and waited for the Ranger to lead them into the ambush.
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Moving to the side, Mysteria disappeared into the undergrowth, her green and brown clothes blending in with the vegetation. Fang stayed closer to Bloodstalker's tree, poised to jump at the first drow's throat.
She calmy assessed the drow and nocked an arrow in one fluid motion. The drow mage was staying a little back, beginning a new incantation...
Once the drow fighters were in their ambush, if everything went right, the mage would still be completing his spell. She smiled and aimed, he would not complete it. Still, she held back, so as not to give away their presence prematurely.
She calmy assessed the drow and nocked an arrow in one fluid motion. The drow mage was staying a little back, beginning a new incantation...
Once the drow fighters were in their ambush, if everything went right, the mage would still be completing his spell. She smiled and aimed, he would not complete it. Still, she held back, so as not to give away their presence prematurely.
"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players."
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meanwhile back in the kitchen
Scarcely aware of the conversation around her, Dragon Wench continued staring into the depths of her mug and contemplated the flavour of the dark liquid.....slightly bitter.....slightly sweet.
Closing her eyes she inhaled the aroma, as if hoping that in doing so she would regain the clarity of thought with which she had awoken.......... it had only been a few hours.....yet it all seemed so long ago.....as if Jerren had never dissappeared....or in some ways...as if he had never reappeared in her life. But, the deep aching within sharply reminded her of what she had lost, and her fist curled into a ball, ready to strike out at the first person or creature to cross her path.
She had never experienced a pain so deeply acute, every part of her felt raw and exposed.....and she knew with profound certainty that no armour in the Realms could protect her from the chaos and agony with which she had been assaulted.
Struggling to hold back.......struggling to prevent the inner emotional cauldron from bubbling over she slipped from the kitchen and stepped into the cold. Attempting to focus, she unsheathed her sword, and began to clean away the sludge of battle. Once finished, Dragon Wench proceded to sharpen the weapon.....honing the blade to a fine and dangerous edge.
Scarcely aware of the conversation around her, Dragon Wench continued staring into the depths of her mug and contemplated the flavour of the dark liquid.....slightly bitter.....slightly sweet.
Closing her eyes she inhaled the aroma, as if hoping that in doing so she would regain the clarity of thought with which she had awoken.......... it had only been a few hours.....yet it all seemed so long ago.....as if Jerren had never dissappeared....or in some ways...as if he had never reappeared in her life. But, the deep aching within sharply reminded her of what she had lost, and her fist curled into a ball, ready to strike out at the first person or creature to cross her path.
She had never experienced a pain so deeply acute, every part of her felt raw and exposed.....and she knew with profound certainty that no armour in the Realms could protect her from the chaos and agony with which she had been assaulted.
Struggling to hold back.......struggling to prevent the inner emotional cauldron from bubbling over she slipped from the kitchen and stepped into the cold. Attempting to focus, she unsheathed her sword, and began to clean away the sludge of battle. Once finished, Dragon Wench proceded to sharpen the weapon.....honing the blade to a fine and dangerous edge.
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The Demon listened intently, sending it's thoughts out across the surrounding area. Searching, but vainly. The wizard that had summoned him was no more. Not that it really mattered to the creature, he cared nothing for the wizard, but it meant that it's time on this plane would not last long. And that disturbed him, though ordinarily it would have prefered to remain in the Abyss. But something had grabbed it's attention.
The demon became vaguly aware of a Drow soldier making some sort of inquiry to it. Interrupting it's concentration. Not really having the time or the patience to be bothered at the moment, it casually reached out and snapped the Drows neck, not even noticeing the limp figure drop to the snow.
Spreading it's great leathery wings, the beast took to the air. The ring was not far, no longer in the keep. He remembered his former master, the one who had weilded the ring so long. The thought patterns of the current bearer were different. But the compulsion was the same. The one who held the ring now was seeking answers, and the enchantment of the ring required the demon to answer the call. Perhaps, though, the new owner was not so powerful as the last.Perhaps the ring could be taken, and its power over the demon broken.
it had not long to find out before it was unsummoned again.
The demon became vaguly aware of a Drow soldier making some sort of inquiry to it. Interrupting it's concentration. Not really having the time or the patience to be bothered at the moment, it casually reached out and snapped the Drows neck, not even noticeing the limp figure drop to the snow.
Spreading it's great leathery wings, the beast took to the air. The ring was not far, no longer in the keep. He remembered his former master, the one who had weilded the ring so long. The thought patterns of the current bearer were different. But the compulsion was the same. The one who held the ring now was seeking answers, and the enchantment of the ring required the demon to answer the call. Perhaps, though, the new owner was not so powerful as the last.Perhaps the ring could be taken, and its power over the demon broken.
it had not long to find out before it was unsummoned again.
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Yshania ran around to the garden doors of the keep, almost tripping over Dragon Wench who was furiously honing her blade. The fighter looked up, saying nothing, as Ysh stopped before her, but she did not cease sharpening her sword.
'I will be back in a minute' Yshania said admiring Dragon Wench's lethal blade as it caught and reflected the watery sunlight, and thinking that she had prepared her spells but not her own blades 'I need to do the same, but I must speak with Gwalchmai and the others first' With that she headed for the kitchen and spoke of her news. Those in the kitchen fell silent as she entered, and listened intently. When she had finished speaking, Gwalchmai rose from his seat and whispered something quietly to T'lainya before leaving the room. On his way out he reminded the remaining company that time was of the essence.
Yshania looked briefly from face to face, trying to guage who may have stepped forward in her absence. Some met her eye, others dropped theirs, but all were unreadable. She turned and left, calling to Gwalchmai that she and DW would be around the gardens waiting for him when he was ready.
A bit presumptious of me to count Dragon Wench in she thought grimly to herself, but she was sure their comrade was behind them all the way....she exited the keep and took a seat beside Dragon Wench. Pulling a cloth and a stone from her bag, she proceeded to clean and hone her scimitars, the two women sitting together in silent contemplation...whistfully, Yshania thought back to that time they had shared in the kitchen, many bottles of wine had been savoured that relatively carefree night...
'I will be back in a minute' Yshania said admiring Dragon Wench's lethal blade as it caught and reflected the watery sunlight, and thinking that she had prepared her spells but not her own blades 'I need to do the same, but I must speak with Gwalchmai and the others first' With that she headed for the kitchen and spoke of her news. Those in the kitchen fell silent as she entered, and listened intently. When she had finished speaking, Gwalchmai rose from his seat and whispered something quietly to T'lainya before leaving the room. On his way out he reminded the remaining company that time was of the essence.
Yshania looked briefly from face to face, trying to guage who may have stepped forward in her absence. Some met her eye, others dropped theirs, but all were unreadable. She turned and left, calling to Gwalchmai that she and DW would be around the gardens waiting for him when he was ready.
A bit presumptious of me to count Dragon Wench in she thought grimly to herself, but she was sure their comrade was behind them all the way....she exited the keep and took a seat beside Dragon Wench. Pulling a cloth and a stone from her bag, she proceeded to clean and hone her scimitars, the two women sitting together in silent contemplation...whistfully, Yshania thought back to that time they had shared in the kitchen, many bottles of wine had been savoured that relatively carefree night...
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Post no. 2000, not as funny as my 1000th. Sorry. :-(
“So, no one else wants to do this?” Gwalchmai had asked everyone in the kitchen while waving the piece of parchment that described the daily rituals to Amaunator. Everyone had studiously ignored his question at the time, so now he was out on the grounds of the keep lugging the tome and symbols around, looking for the Noontide altar that Yshania had told him about. “We’ll meet you there at noon,” she and several of the others had said, only now Gwalchmai grumbled at the lousy directions that she had given him. She should be here to show him the altar instead of vaguely telling him it was in a small overgrown clearing in the forest.
He couldn’t blame everyone for not wanting to perform the rituals. Most of them were very devoted to their own deities, and probably didn’t want to upset the delicate balance between mortal and gods by enacting ancient rituals to a dead god. Gwalchmai’s own relationship with the higher powers was tenuous at best, divided between two deities. He figured Eldath wouldn’t tolerate his indecision for much longer, even though it had been years, and Silvanus’ benevolence would only last so long. If they caught wind of his current actions, there could be severe consequences. But, its not like he was being unfaithful to either of them – he was simply fighting a disciple of Moander, an ancient enemy of both deities. But you never really know how a god or goddess might react to such things.
He finally fought his way through the snowy, scratchy brambles into a secluded clearing, finding the old altar much as Yshania had described it. He cleared out much of the dead brush with his sword, then stopped to assess the situation. The altar was carved from a beautiful white crystalline quartzite, simple in design, with lines that drew the eye upward. The clearing was indeed small, but very peaceful. Gwalchmai anticipated an attack of some sort once he started the Noontide ritual, and he regretted that the peace would be broken.
Glancing at the gray skies, he could see that it was nearly noon. With a deep sigh, he laid out the tome and symbols (Sun’s Ray, Dawn’s Light, and the Lightstone) and consulted the parchment.
Noontide Ritual
1) Let thy voices sound the glorious songs of thy Lord.
2) Raise thy hands to the sun
3) Rejoice on the Glory of the Light as it reigns over the Dark.
He wished the others would arrive soon. Dragon Wench and Yshania had provided much needed protection during the Dawn ritual, and he suspected that the battles will only get worse with each succeeding ritual. Any help from anyone would be much appreciated. He felt that he couldn’t wait any longer, but thought to take a few precautions before beginning. He cast Iron Skins, and felt the powerful forces of the earth rise up around him, encasing him in thin layers of magical iron, turning his skin a dull metallic hue. This would protect him against most physical attacks, but he felt he could need additional protection. Negative Plane Protection would defend against negative energy, and Chaotic Commands would keep him focused on the task at hand. Finally, he summoned three spirit animals – a wolf, snake, and lion – to guard against unwanted visitors.
He heard Yshania’s voice speaking with someone else as they approached the clearing. He was relieved that they were at last coming, but could wait no longer and chose to begin the ritual. He also wanted to get the first part over with before the others had to listen to him sing. He opened the tome and found the music and words to a hymn that appeared to be appropriate to the Noontide ritual. He cleared his throat and did his best to sight-read the music and to wrap his tongue around the difficult ancient language. It had been a long time since he had done any singing, not since he had been a mere novice in the druid grove. He was pleased that his baritone still had an adequate range to hit most of the right notes. He just hoped his song sounded glorious enough.
With the first step of the ritual completed, he cast a suspicious eye around the clearing, but saw no hostile forces. Even the spirit animals appeared a little bored in their luminescent alertness. “Maybe this will be easier than I thought,” he thought to himself.
Famous last words.
“So, no one else wants to do this?” Gwalchmai had asked everyone in the kitchen while waving the piece of parchment that described the daily rituals to Amaunator. Everyone had studiously ignored his question at the time, so now he was out on the grounds of the keep lugging the tome and symbols around, looking for the Noontide altar that Yshania had told him about. “We’ll meet you there at noon,” she and several of the others had said, only now Gwalchmai grumbled at the lousy directions that she had given him. She should be here to show him the altar instead of vaguely telling him it was in a small overgrown clearing in the forest.
He couldn’t blame everyone for not wanting to perform the rituals. Most of them were very devoted to their own deities, and probably didn’t want to upset the delicate balance between mortal and gods by enacting ancient rituals to a dead god. Gwalchmai’s own relationship with the higher powers was tenuous at best, divided between two deities. He figured Eldath wouldn’t tolerate his indecision for much longer, even though it had been years, and Silvanus’ benevolence would only last so long. If they caught wind of his current actions, there could be severe consequences. But, its not like he was being unfaithful to either of them – he was simply fighting a disciple of Moander, an ancient enemy of both deities. But you never really know how a god or goddess might react to such things.
He finally fought his way through the snowy, scratchy brambles into a secluded clearing, finding the old altar much as Yshania had described it. He cleared out much of the dead brush with his sword, then stopped to assess the situation. The altar was carved from a beautiful white crystalline quartzite, simple in design, with lines that drew the eye upward. The clearing was indeed small, but very peaceful. Gwalchmai anticipated an attack of some sort once he started the Noontide ritual, and he regretted that the peace would be broken.
Glancing at the gray skies, he could see that it was nearly noon. With a deep sigh, he laid out the tome and symbols (Sun’s Ray, Dawn’s Light, and the Lightstone) and consulted the parchment.
Noontide Ritual
1) Let thy voices sound the glorious songs of thy Lord.
2) Raise thy hands to the sun
3) Rejoice on the Glory of the Light as it reigns over the Dark.
He wished the others would arrive soon. Dragon Wench and Yshania had provided much needed protection during the Dawn ritual, and he suspected that the battles will only get worse with each succeeding ritual. Any help from anyone would be much appreciated. He felt that he couldn’t wait any longer, but thought to take a few precautions before beginning. He cast Iron Skins, and felt the powerful forces of the earth rise up around him, encasing him in thin layers of magical iron, turning his skin a dull metallic hue. This would protect him against most physical attacks, but he felt he could need additional protection. Negative Plane Protection would defend against negative energy, and Chaotic Commands would keep him focused on the task at hand. Finally, he summoned three spirit animals – a wolf, snake, and lion – to guard against unwanted visitors.
He heard Yshania’s voice speaking with someone else as they approached the clearing. He was relieved that they were at last coming, but could wait no longer and chose to begin the ritual. He also wanted to get the first part over with before the others had to listen to him sing. He opened the tome and found the music and words to a hymn that appeared to be appropriate to the Noontide ritual. He cleared his throat and did his best to sight-read the music and to wrap his tongue around the difficult ancient language. It had been a long time since he had done any singing, not since he had been a mere novice in the druid grove. He was pleased that his baritone still had an adequate range to hit most of the right notes. He just hoped his song sounded glorious enough.
With the first step of the ritual completed, he cast a suspicious eye around the clearing, but saw no hostile forces. Even the spirit animals appeared a little bored in their luminescent alertness. “Maybe this will be easier than I thought,” he thought to himself.
Famous last words.
That there; exactly the kinda diversion we coulda used.
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Gwally *hug* where a better place to spend your 2000th?
Finally, and reluctantly, breaking the silence, Yshania explained to Dragon Wench what she had found...all the while sharpening her blade and wondering on the other woman's response. She dared not catch her eye, as - guiltily - she had already considered Dragon Wench's role in the upcoming events, and was frightened her friend may baulk...she would then be torn in two directions, one being the necessary course to follow her druid friend through the rituals, and the other being the need to look out for her fighter friend who was soul searching and looking for direction...she grinded her teeth in the silence following her words, then noticed that the sound of furious honing was her own. Looking up, she saw Dragon Wench had stood and sheathed her sword, she had a look of grim determination...Yshania stood and smiled to herself, sheathing her own blades.
Together they headed for the area where Ysh had found the altar, Yshania promising all the way that she would stand by her friends...that all she had - she would offer...
Approaching the copse, she heard a strange, almost musical, incantation 'it has started!' she cried. Quickly she cast iron skins, bristling as the hardiness grew from her feet up...soon followed by shield of Archons and globe of blades. She was satisfied to notice her friend taking the same precautions as they entered the small glade where Gwalchmai had begun singing the noontide ritual...
Finally, and reluctantly, breaking the silence, Yshania explained to Dragon Wench what she had found...all the while sharpening her blade and wondering on the other woman's response. She dared not catch her eye, as - guiltily - she had already considered Dragon Wench's role in the upcoming events, and was frightened her friend may baulk...she would then be torn in two directions, one being the necessary course to follow her druid friend through the rituals, and the other being the need to look out for her fighter friend who was soul searching and looking for direction...she grinded her teeth in the silence following her words, then noticed that the sound of furious honing was her own. Looking up, she saw Dragon Wench had stood and sheathed her sword, she had a look of grim determination...Yshania stood and smiled to herself, sheathing her own blades.
Together they headed for the area where Ysh had found the altar, Yshania promising all the way that she would stand by her friends...that all she had - she would offer...
Approaching the copse, she heard a strange, almost musical, incantation 'it has started!' she cried. Quickly she cast iron skins, bristling as the hardiness grew from her feet up...soon followed by shield of Archons and globe of blades. She was satisfied to notice her friend taking the same precautions as they entered the small glade where Gwalchmai had begun singing the noontide ritual...
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Guinness, black goes with everything.
Guinness, black goes with everything.
Harry paused, motioning to his companion to stop as the harsh sound of drow speech carried faintly through the bush. They exchanged glances for a brief moment, knowing they weren't far from the Dark Flames keep and it could be the Flames in trouble, both nodded moving silently in the direction from which the voices had came.
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Heh, er, hi there
What happened to the flame, Der-draigen?
Der-draigen was frozen before the hulking pall of the Shadow Master, miles below the Keep (for all she knew). And the Shadow Master – whatever he was – seemed to know her entire history.
“Have you done lots of research in your ample spare time down here, or should I flatter myself that you’ve followed my exploits yourself?”
A bit of both, perhaps, came the chill reply. I know what you were, long ago; I know what you became and why you became it. You didn’t answer my question. What did you do with the flame? You can’t just hand it off, you know. Well, of course you would know that…Did you conveniently lose it, or cast it into the void? Or do you still have it somewhere about you?
This was too much.
I feel the hatred swelling in you, Der-draigen…It has already consumed you. Otherwise you would never have been able to defeat my minions. Using their own weapon against them, how clever of you. Let your fury sweep over me…
And then the voice said something that made Der-draigen’s knees buckle. Her lungs seized as though all the air had been forced from her body. Gasping, the Shadow Master’s foul chuckling laughter sounding hollowly in her ears, she gathered what strength she had. The halfling guise melted away and in its place stood a towering being.
“Take me if you can, then,” said Der-draigen, gnashing her teeth as she lunged toward the shadow.
What happened to the flame, Der-draigen?
Der-draigen was frozen before the hulking pall of the Shadow Master, miles below the Keep (for all she knew). And the Shadow Master – whatever he was – seemed to know her entire history.
“Have you done lots of research in your ample spare time down here, or should I flatter myself that you’ve followed my exploits yourself?”
A bit of both, perhaps, came the chill reply. I know what you were, long ago; I know what you became and why you became it. You didn’t answer my question. What did you do with the flame? You can’t just hand it off, you know. Well, of course you would know that…Did you conveniently lose it, or cast it into the void? Or do you still have it somewhere about you?
This was too much.
I feel the hatred swelling in you, Der-draigen…It has already consumed you. Otherwise you would never have been able to defeat my minions. Using their own weapon against them, how clever of you. Let your fury sweep over me…
And then the voice said something that made Der-draigen’s knees buckle. Her lungs seized as though all the air had been forced from her body. Gasping, the Shadow Master’s foul chuckling laughter sounding hollowly in her ears, she gathered what strength she had. The halfling guise melted away and in its place stood a towering being.
“Take me if you can, then,” said Der-draigen, gnashing her teeth as she lunged toward the shadow.
"I wish the Ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened."
"So do all who live to see such times; but that is not for them to decide. All you have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to you."
"So do all who live to see such times; but that is not for them to decide. All you have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to you."
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Bracing himself as Aegis passed under where he was perched, BS had to had to force himself to wait the extra moment that is took for The first Drow to pass under him. Just as the first passed, BS sprang lightly to the ground, his sword arm already in motion as helanded on the balls of his feet. The Drow never felt the blow that swept in from behind, taking his head from his shoulders as BS completed his turn to face the remaining oncomers. His plan had been to surprise the party, maybe to be able to take two or maybe three of them out before they even knew what hit them. He had not accounted for the amazing discipline and reaction speed of the dark warriors, and just as he came face to face with the next drow, the dark elf's twin blades were already up and working in a smooth defensive pattern, and he found his next few strikes blocked with efficient skill. His hopes for a quick kill died away in the metallic clang of steel meeting steel as he settled into a rythm of strike and counter strike. he caught sight of a second warrior coming up behind the one he was engaged with, then a flash as Fang launched himself into the still running body. BS had no time to register what had happened, as the drow he faced had begun an attack sequence that took him offguard with its speed and skill, temporarily forcing him to give ground as he tried to adjust to the intensity of his foe. Around them, the stillness was broken, as the fight expoded in a frenzy of motion.
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Guess what? I got a fever, and the only prescription is more cowbell!
Guess what? I got a fever, and the only prescription is more cowbell!
Mysteria held her breath as Aegis ran towards them, leading the drow straight at the ambush. She drew back the arrow and aimed carefully ... Now! The drow had reached the bushes and she let fly her arrow, aimed straight at the mage's heart. Even before the first arrow hit, a second one was on it's way.
A fraction of a second before the first arrow hit, the mage turned ever so slightly, just enough that the arrow buried itself in his arm, not his heart. At least the mage's spell fizzled, but he also disappeared the very moment the arrow hit.
Cursing contingencies, Mysteria saw her second arrow fly straight to the other side of the clearing, without hitting anything. But there was not time now to worry more about the mage, she turned and saw Fang in a deadly grapple with the third drow, who had lost his weapons in the fall and was now desperately trying to keep Fang's teeth from his throat.
Bloodstalker seemed to be in more trouble and a third arrow left Mysteria's bow, hitting the drow hard in the side, distracting him momentarily from Bloodstalker.
She turned to the clearing again, and ran into the open and towards where the mage had been. It was dangerous, but she had to lure that mage out of invisibility before he could do any harm ...
A fraction of a second before the first arrow hit, the mage turned ever so slightly, just enough that the arrow buried itself in his arm, not his heart. At least the mage's spell fizzled, but he also disappeared the very moment the arrow hit.
Cursing contingencies, Mysteria saw her second arrow fly straight to the other side of the clearing, without hitting anything. But there was not time now to worry more about the mage, she turned and saw Fang in a deadly grapple with the third drow, who had lost his weapons in the fall and was now desperately trying to keep Fang's teeth from his throat.
Bloodstalker seemed to be in more trouble and a third arrow left Mysteria's bow, hitting the drow hard in the side, distracting him momentarily from Bloodstalker.
She turned to the clearing again, and ran into the open and towards where the mage had been. It was dangerous, but she had to lure that mage out of invisibility before he could do any harm ...
"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players."
Nippy sighed. He sat waiting at the coffee table. Everyone was quiet and Gwal, who he normally had the most banter with had gone to do the ritual. No matter what he said he knew he could always rely on the old man to back him up.
"I have a feeling that we need all the help we can get when we battle the Shadow Master, I will go and pray to Torm. He will help us..."
Nippy smiled at the group and finished his drink. He silently left the kitchen and went to his room. He opened the door and the window left open let cool air into his room. He breathed in deeply and felt it burn his throat all the way to his lungs. He breathed out and felt the air come from his mouth. He shut the window and pulled out his incense candles. He quickly lit them and prayed to Torm for guidance and deliverance should he fall on the field of battle.
He finished his prayer and watched the birds fly outside his window. He saw the trees and he realised how much he longed for the freedom of nature and how much he enjoyed the outdoors.
The lingering traces of incense clouded his thoughts and he knelt down again, focusing on the birds. His eyes watched them fly through the air leaving hypnotic traces. They were so graceful and beautiful, he longed for their freedom and the sheer thrill of being in the air, seeing the land beneath him. He imagined himself in the air, flying, watching the landscape go by. He saw mountains and orchards, cities and churches, he saw the sun and he saw the sun set and the moon rise followed by the stars. He saw himself land and suddenly he snapped into awareness. He was back in his meditative state. He was dreaming these events.
He watched himself being carried into the land that he was found by Loner and the rest of the Dark Flames. He saw his captor, the sadistic Waverly and he saw the most horrific thing in his life. He saw the Shadow Master. He felt it's presence burn him. He felt it's evil like an oppressive flame but he resisted, he repulsed and he locked himself away. He locked his heart, his mind, his very soul into his body. He stopped them from taking him fully with that foul thrall collar. He resisted, he had to. There was no recourse, only duty, and his duty to the Dark Flames.
He saw more of himself. He saw the sword that was taken from him by Waverly, he saw the jewel and the hilt reunited and he saw the other sword. He saw the flame sword. The sword that was his ancestors, that is now his. He felt his families presence, he felt their strength meld into him. He felt their past, their experience, their very cores join with him. He saw himself brandish the swords, he saw himself fencing with Waverly, he felt the skill as his thrusts and his slashes parried, but he also felt himself hold back. He saw that not all of his body went into the fight, he knew that the infernal collar would stop him harming Waverly, but he knew he resisted it, he knew that he could of put all his strength into the fight, but he knew that he wanted to fight as himself. There was no honour in fighting controlled. He wanted it to be his skill, his strength, his passion that bested Waverly.
But there was something missing. The flame sword was not complete, the hilt's pommel was cracked and half the jewel was missing. He was given his quest. He was sent to find it. He went back to the material plane and he fought for his 'master'. No one knew him. He had no friends, he was a machine. He was under the control of... of an animal. He fought magi, he dueled mercenary bands, he was even offered contracts to fight in the pits but every time he opened his mouth he was taken over by Waverly and his heart was crushed, it was like a blacksmith's vice, it wrapped itself around him and his very being, his existence even was tested. He fought in more ways than one. He fought for his 'master', the one thing he did have a choice with, but he also fought a mental battle. He came so close to crushing the collar with his hands. He was inches away from removing the taint on his body, but everytime he got close he felt the pain. He felt it again as he saw one of those experiences and he winced internally. He recognised the pain again. He even considered letting himself die, but the control took over again and he was stopped. He soon learned to stop the attempts.
His mind eternally wracked with pain, he thought about letting go. He considered letting his mind drop into the abyss along with his soul, for he knew, when he would die, his deeds on the plane would give him eternal torture and pain. Waverly relished in his pain, he saw that grin again and his mind twisted into a rage. His insides were wracked with longing, longing to stop that grin and to stop the pain, but he had no choice. It was his quest, he had two geas's on him now and the weight of his quests laid heavy on him.
He soon found the half-jewel. It was held by a recluse mage who had feared the coming of the reaper, as he had called it. The man was not resigned to death and a bloody battle ensued. The mage tried fighting, but resistance to him was useless. He would die, as had all the others, they had no choice. He had no choice. The mage died, as do all people, and the gem was found. He was called back to the portal he had used to get here, it was a days travel and he was told to stop and rest in the tavern.
He looked at the walls of the cabin and found books of great interest. He read some and became learned on the ways of the Paladin and the ever-watchful guard. He looked again at the walls and stared at a cracked mirror. He saw his eyes and they burned, they burned with an intense power and his face was long and drawn out. There were shadows under his eyes and fresh scars on his face from long battles. Nippy looked at the man. It was him, but he was alien. It couldn't be him, could it? The man had no emotion, no humanity. He was under complete control and had no outlet for his feelings. It was not him. This was a different person. Nippy felt like he was in denial! He was refusing the fact that it was him, and the fact that he had gone through this. It was him, and he learned from this.
He left in the morning and fired the cabin. He moved quickly on the roads and soon returned to the portal. He stepped through and returned to his hell. The jewel was reunited and the sword complete. He was given both his swords as gifts.
"We have you under control, you are of no danger now. You will cause us no harm and you will be our slave forever!" The man laughed at him and again Nippy raged at the man, but there was nothing he could do. That feeling of loss came over him again and he resigned himself to a life in this hell hole.
He found small ways of resisting, his resolve strengthened when he saw a group of thralls escape the castle and join up with a local village. He was called on by Waverly.
"You will go, and you will fire that village. You may have two men to give with you. They are only small and you will have no problems defeating them." Nippy stood and stared at the man. "You heard me! GO!"
Nippy turned and was swiftly followed by his men. They moved quickly to the village and stood at the outskirts. There were festivities in progress and they were unprepared. The men moved and began firing the cottages and Nippy stood looking at them.
The 'master' had left him, trusting that the guards would control him. He walked up to the first guardsmen and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned quickly and swore at him. He swung a punch but before anything connected he was on the floor clutching his stomach as his lifeforce pumped out. The other guard had seen the act and stood staring at the dying man. Nippy walked up to him but the guard dropped his weapons and ran in the opposite direction of the village.
Nippy stalked off, leaving the village to fight the fire and he was soon lost in thought. He had resisted the control and was out in the wild. He had begun to fight the control that the Shadow Master had over him. He suddenly heard voices and the sound of marching and run out into the column. He was faced with a blind swordsmen and a company of halflings. He had found the Dark Flames and he had found his salvation.
Nippy watched ethereally, he saw his loss of thrall-ship and watched as they defeated his enemy at the castle and he watched it fall. He watched his past as a guardian of the Dark Flames and he watched his friendship and love for the group flourish. He saw that he had... friends?
His vision was shattered when the Shadow Master poured his corrupt taint across his vision. He saw the face of his enemy, and to his horror, he saw the face of the assassin that had caused him all these problems in the first place...
OOC: Ok sorry for the long post, but I wanted to resolve my meditation story thing. I hope this post is ok and I hope you enjoyed reading it. I put a bit of work into it and a lot of emotion...
"I have a feeling that we need all the help we can get when we battle the Shadow Master, I will go and pray to Torm. He will help us..."
Nippy smiled at the group and finished his drink. He silently left the kitchen and went to his room. He opened the door and the window left open let cool air into his room. He breathed in deeply and felt it burn his throat all the way to his lungs. He breathed out and felt the air come from his mouth. He shut the window and pulled out his incense candles. He quickly lit them and prayed to Torm for guidance and deliverance should he fall on the field of battle.
He finished his prayer and watched the birds fly outside his window. He saw the trees and he realised how much he longed for the freedom of nature and how much he enjoyed the outdoors.
The lingering traces of incense clouded his thoughts and he knelt down again, focusing on the birds. His eyes watched them fly through the air leaving hypnotic traces. They were so graceful and beautiful, he longed for their freedom and the sheer thrill of being in the air, seeing the land beneath him. He imagined himself in the air, flying, watching the landscape go by. He saw mountains and orchards, cities and churches, he saw the sun and he saw the sun set and the moon rise followed by the stars. He saw himself land and suddenly he snapped into awareness. He was back in his meditative state. He was dreaming these events.
He watched himself being carried into the land that he was found by Loner and the rest of the Dark Flames. He saw his captor, the sadistic Waverly and he saw the most horrific thing in his life. He saw the Shadow Master. He felt it's presence burn him. He felt it's evil like an oppressive flame but he resisted, he repulsed and he locked himself away. He locked his heart, his mind, his very soul into his body. He stopped them from taking him fully with that foul thrall collar. He resisted, he had to. There was no recourse, only duty, and his duty to the Dark Flames.
He saw more of himself. He saw the sword that was taken from him by Waverly, he saw the jewel and the hilt reunited and he saw the other sword. He saw the flame sword. The sword that was his ancestors, that is now his. He felt his families presence, he felt their strength meld into him. He felt their past, their experience, their very cores join with him. He saw himself brandish the swords, he saw himself fencing with Waverly, he felt the skill as his thrusts and his slashes parried, but he also felt himself hold back. He saw that not all of his body went into the fight, he knew that the infernal collar would stop him harming Waverly, but he knew he resisted it, he knew that he could of put all his strength into the fight, but he knew that he wanted to fight as himself. There was no honour in fighting controlled. He wanted it to be his skill, his strength, his passion that bested Waverly.
But there was something missing. The flame sword was not complete, the hilt's pommel was cracked and half the jewel was missing. He was given his quest. He was sent to find it. He went back to the material plane and he fought for his 'master'. No one knew him. He had no friends, he was a machine. He was under the control of... of an animal. He fought magi, he dueled mercenary bands, he was even offered contracts to fight in the pits but every time he opened his mouth he was taken over by Waverly and his heart was crushed, it was like a blacksmith's vice, it wrapped itself around him and his very being, his existence even was tested. He fought in more ways than one. He fought for his 'master', the one thing he did have a choice with, but he also fought a mental battle. He came so close to crushing the collar with his hands. He was inches away from removing the taint on his body, but everytime he got close he felt the pain. He felt it again as he saw one of those experiences and he winced internally. He recognised the pain again. He even considered letting himself die, but the control took over again and he was stopped. He soon learned to stop the attempts.
His mind eternally wracked with pain, he thought about letting go. He considered letting his mind drop into the abyss along with his soul, for he knew, when he would die, his deeds on the plane would give him eternal torture and pain. Waverly relished in his pain, he saw that grin again and his mind twisted into a rage. His insides were wracked with longing, longing to stop that grin and to stop the pain, but he had no choice. It was his quest, he had two geas's on him now and the weight of his quests laid heavy on him.
He soon found the half-jewel. It was held by a recluse mage who had feared the coming of the reaper, as he had called it. The man was not resigned to death and a bloody battle ensued. The mage tried fighting, but resistance to him was useless. He would die, as had all the others, they had no choice. He had no choice. The mage died, as do all people, and the gem was found. He was called back to the portal he had used to get here, it was a days travel and he was told to stop and rest in the tavern.
He looked at the walls of the cabin and found books of great interest. He read some and became learned on the ways of the Paladin and the ever-watchful guard. He looked again at the walls and stared at a cracked mirror. He saw his eyes and they burned, they burned with an intense power and his face was long and drawn out. There were shadows under his eyes and fresh scars on his face from long battles. Nippy looked at the man. It was him, but he was alien. It couldn't be him, could it? The man had no emotion, no humanity. He was under complete control and had no outlet for his feelings. It was not him. This was a different person. Nippy felt like he was in denial! He was refusing the fact that it was him, and the fact that he had gone through this. It was him, and he learned from this.
He left in the morning and fired the cabin. He moved quickly on the roads and soon returned to the portal. He stepped through and returned to his hell. The jewel was reunited and the sword complete. He was given both his swords as gifts.
"We have you under control, you are of no danger now. You will cause us no harm and you will be our slave forever!" The man laughed at him and again Nippy raged at the man, but there was nothing he could do. That feeling of loss came over him again and he resigned himself to a life in this hell hole.
He found small ways of resisting, his resolve strengthened when he saw a group of thralls escape the castle and join up with a local village. He was called on by Waverly.
"You will go, and you will fire that village. You may have two men to give with you. They are only small and you will have no problems defeating them." Nippy stood and stared at the man. "You heard me! GO!"
Nippy turned and was swiftly followed by his men. They moved quickly to the village and stood at the outskirts. There were festivities in progress and they were unprepared. The men moved and began firing the cottages and Nippy stood looking at them.
The 'master' had left him, trusting that the guards would control him. He walked up to the first guardsmen and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned quickly and swore at him. He swung a punch but before anything connected he was on the floor clutching his stomach as his lifeforce pumped out. The other guard had seen the act and stood staring at the dying man. Nippy walked up to him but the guard dropped his weapons and ran in the opposite direction of the village.
Nippy stalked off, leaving the village to fight the fire and he was soon lost in thought. He had resisted the control and was out in the wild. He had begun to fight the control that the Shadow Master had over him. He suddenly heard voices and the sound of marching and run out into the column. He was faced with a blind swordsmen and a company of halflings. He had found the Dark Flames and he had found his salvation.
Nippy watched ethereally, he saw his loss of thrall-ship and watched as they defeated his enemy at the castle and he watched it fall. He watched his past as a guardian of the Dark Flames and he watched his friendship and love for the group flourish. He saw that he had... friends?
His vision was shattered when the Shadow Master poured his corrupt taint across his vision. He saw the face of his enemy, and to his horror, he saw the face of the assassin that had caused him all these problems in the first place...
OOC: Ok sorry for the long post, but I wanted to resolve my meditation story thing. I hope this post is ok and I hope you enjoyed reading it. I put a bit of work into it and a lot of emotion...
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@Nippy - that's ok - good post!
The two women advanced towards Gwalchmai’s song. Slightly bemused, but determined to stay focused, Yshania entered the copse…rolling her eyes as the brush was caught up in her Globe Of Blades - it rose and fell in a disintegrating cloud. What irritated was not the additional cover it offered, but it subsequently blinded! and the constant whistle and hum of the blades were monotonous and in their own way hypnotic and distracting, she cursed her choice in this instance…oh well, done now.
As Gwalchmai passionately laboured to reach the height and depth of this long forgotten, musical language, Yshania felt the air thickening. Acknowledging her fighter friend’s offensive stance, she was aware Dragon Wench perceived the same…
There was a lull as Gwalchmai paused for breath, and to briefly nod an acknowledgement to the presence of his friends. The Globe of Blades thankfully died. Simultaneously, a void opened up beside Yshania and out stepped an umber hulk…knowing who favoured these pets and who were to come, she cried ‘mindflayers’ and turned to engage the beast…both scimitars flashing in a blur before the umber hulk had chance to realise where it was and who it faced…
The two women advanced towards Gwalchmai’s song. Slightly bemused, but determined to stay focused, Yshania entered the copse…rolling her eyes as the brush was caught up in her Globe Of Blades - it rose and fell in a disintegrating cloud. What irritated was not the additional cover it offered, but it subsequently blinded! and the constant whistle and hum of the blades were monotonous and in their own way hypnotic and distracting, she cursed her choice in this instance…oh well, done now.
As Gwalchmai passionately laboured to reach the height and depth of this long forgotten, musical language, Yshania felt the air thickening. Acknowledging her fighter friend’s offensive stance, she was aware Dragon Wench perceived the same…
There was a lull as Gwalchmai paused for breath, and to briefly nod an acknowledgement to the presence of his friends. The Globe of Blades thankfully died. Simultaneously, a void opened up beside Yshania and out stepped an umber hulk…knowing who favoured these pets and who were to come, she cried ‘mindflayers’ and turned to engage the beast…both scimitars flashing in a blur before the umber hulk had chance to realise where it was and who it faced…
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Guinness, black goes with everything.
Guinness, black goes with everything.
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Der-draigen
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Der-draigen and the Shadow Master were circling each other. They had been grappling for a while, both were drained, and now attempting to get their respective strengths back before engaging again. The only thing on Der-draigen's mind was keeping the talisman. The Shadow Master was after it, a threat that demanded elimination. Der-draigen was used to eliminating threats.
She had gotten wise to her opponent's fondness for psychological warfare and had mounted a good defense. Still, it was hard to keep out certain things...
She had nearly collapsed at one point but rallied. Now, before her eyes, the Shadow Master seemed on the verge of collapse.
Something had happened to it -- something strange; it seemed as though the Shadow Master's strength had faltered, as if it stumbled inside, somehow. Der-draigen had taken advantage of the situation to close in, but her opponent had almost as quickly recovered; and now here they both were, keeping an eye on each other in a weird kind of time-out.
She had gotten wise to her opponent's fondness for psychological warfare and had mounted a good defense. Still, it was hard to keep out certain things...
She had nearly collapsed at one point but rallied. Now, before her eyes, the Shadow Master seemed on the verge of collapse.
Something had happened to it -- something strange; it seemed as though the Shadow Master's strength had faltered, as if it stumbled inside, somehow. Der-draigen had taken advantage of the situation to close in, but her opponent had almost as quickly recovered; and now here they both were, keeping an eye on each other in a weird kind of time-out.
"I wish the Ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened."
"So do all who live to see such times; but that is not for them to decide. All you have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to you."
"So do all who live to see such times; but that is not for them to decide. All you have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to you."
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dragon wench
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Moreso acting instinctively rather than engaging in any rational or strategic decisions, Dragon Wench cast chaos over the lumbering grey hulks that had suddenly materialized. Nearly instantly, several of their number began wandering aimlessly, blundering into trees, and at times lunging towards one another.
Yshania again drew her scimitars and moved towards her next victim, the light of battle glinting in her eyes.
Loosing her bowstring, Dragon Wench began sending a volley of poison-tipped arrows towards an Umberhulk that had escaped her spell, and she smiled coldly as the creature went down, the throes of death contorting its colossal form into a distorted mass.
Just as she was assessing her next target, Dragon Wench saw movement from the corner of her eye. "Illithiad ! " she spat, and rapidly aimed her arrows towards the tentacled figure, fervently hoping that the fletched missiles would reach their quarry before it had a chance to unleash its potentially lethal intelligence drain.
With grim determination, Yshania turned her attention to the advancing mind flayer, and quietly started to murmur the words of a druidic incantation.....
Gwalchmai, as though existing partially in another dimension, continued the ritual, his chanting a steadying influence amidst the blood-drenched confusion that seemed splattered across the previously peaceful clearing......
Yshania again drew her scimitars and moved towards her next victim, the light of battle glinting in her eyes.
Loosing her bowstring, Dragon Wench began sending a volley of poison-tipped arrows towards an Umberhulk that had escaped her spell, and she smiled coldly as the creature went down, the throes of death contorting its colossal form into a distorted mass.
Just as she was assessing her next target, Dragon Wench saw movement from the corner of her eye. "Illithiad ! " she spat, and rapidly aimed her arrows towards the tentacled figure, fervently hoping that the fletched missiles would reach their quarry before it had a chance to unleash its potentially lethal intelligence drain.
With grim determination, Yshania turned her attention to the advancing mind flayer, and quietly started to murmur the words of a druidic incantation.....
Gwalchmai, as though existing partially in another dimension, continued the ritual, his chanting a steadying influence amidst the blood-drenched confusion that seemed splattered across the previously peaceful clearing......
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T’lainya rose from the table. She wanted to be outside, away from the oppressive atmosphere in the keep. She walked out the doors and stood in the sun, listening quietly. The air was still; there was no birdsong, no humming of insects nothing at all. The priestess stood uncertainly for a moment and her sensitive ears caught a hint of noise. She started walking towards the faint sound, a distant chant interspersed by sounds of battle. She hurried towards the noise, balancing the need for haste with the need for caution. She came to a small clearing and saw DW and Ysh fighting a small group of mindflayers and umberhulks. T’lainya cast chaotic commands on herself and raised her flail. She swung the heavy weapon, connecting squarely with the nearest illithids head. The flail crackled with energy as it struck the octopoid. The mindflayer staggered back, stunned by the force of the blow, its skin was seared where the weapon had struck. The illithid aimed a psionic blast at the priestess. She held her ground against it, partially protected by the spell. She dodged the questing tentacles of the illithid with a shiver of disgust. She struck a vicious blow that shattered bone and knocked the mindflayer off its feet. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw an umberhulk approaching and braced herself for the blow, knowing it was more important to finish off the illithid. She smashed the illithid once more utterly destroying it.
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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"
Farscape saw Nippy walk up to his room in deep thought. Sitting for a while, playing with a knife in the kitchen, an idea struck.
He strolled over to his kit bag, reached in and pulled out a small object wrapped in fine leather.
Springing to the stairs and proceeding up them quickly, he knocked lightly on Nippy's door.
"Are you there?" He asked lightly
"Yes, enter if you wish" came the rather somber replied.
Pushing the door ajar, Farscape entered.
"I recall you are a servant of Torm. For a long time, I myself served him, but, that changed. I no longer have need for this"
He spoke slowly and regretfully. Farscape tossed the package onto the bed.
"It is a gem, called the Eye of Torm. Some say it hold power, and it may. For years it kept my mind , body and soul dedicated to the Virtous One, but now, now that is gone. I hope it may serve you well, I leave you to your peace."
He strolled over to his kit bag, reached in and pulled out a small object wrapped in fine leather.
Springing to the stairs and proceeding up them quickly, he knocked lightly on Nippy's door.
"Are you there?" He asked lightly
"Yes, enter if you wish" came the rather somber replied.
Pushing the door ajar, Farscape entered.
"I recall you are a servant of Torm. For a long time, I myself served him, but, that changed. I no longer have need for this"
He spoke slowly and regretfully. Farscape tossed the package onto the bed.
"It is a gem, called the Eye of Torm. Some say it hold power, and it may. For years it kept my mind , body and soul dedicated to the Virtous One, but now, now that is gone. I hope it may serve you well, I leave you to your peace."
The waves came crashing in like blindness.
So I just stood and listened.
So I just stood and listened.
Farscape came into Nippy's room and left a strange package called 'The Eye of Torm' on his bed. He got up from his meditation and walked over to his bed. His head was still a little cloudy from the incense and the thought of the Shadow Master being the one that caused him all these problems was quite disturbing. He sat on his bed and unravelled the small package and was faced with a beautiful azure blue gem. It sparkelled brightly in the pale light of his room and the many facets glistened light on his face. He went to his bookshelf and looked for one on the artifacts of Gods.
He flicked through the book finding many things on Tymora, Lathander, Helm and all of the other books. Right at the back he found the thing he was looking for.
It gave the history of the object and Nippy was amazed at it's origin. He looked at it's powers, a Holy Symbol and the ability to see through all illusions. This would be surely useful in the battle to come. He resolved to find one of the Magi of the group and ask them to set the stone in a necklace.
He flicked through the book finding many things on Tymora, Lathander, Helm and all of the other books. Right at the back he found the thing he was looking for.
It gave the history of the object and Nippy was amazed at it's origin. He looked at it's powers, a Holy Symbol and the ability to see through all illusions. This would be surely useful in the battle to come. He resolved to find one of the Magi of the group and ask them to set the stone in a necklace.
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The attack sequence drove him back, but BS found himself adjusting to the speed of his opponent. He had settled into the familiar routine, the intricate patterns of the blade that had been drilled into him since he could remember. He released his mind, letting his reflexes take control, moving his arm to block and parry the incoming blows. His speed bagan to match that of the drow, and he began to feel about for an opening to press on his foe.
At that moment, the drow facing him stumbled momentarily, his face lined with pain as an arrow struck into his side. BS barely registered the fact before his body was taking advantage of the opening, driving in hard with his sword, causing the drow to stumble even more, nearly losing his footing as Striker drove the drow's blade wide of his body. The warrior tried to bring his other blade to bear, but was to slow to block the blade that drove into his stomach.
BS pulled Striker from the wound, rolling to the right to dodge any last strike the drow may launch, and came up a few feet from the dying drow.
At that moment, the drow facing him stumbled momentarily, his face lined with pain as an arrow struck into his side. BS barely registered the fact before his body was taking advantage of the opening, driving in hard with his sword, causing the drow to stumble even more, nearly losing his footing as Striker drove the drow's blade wide of his body. The warrior tried to bring his other blade to bear, but was to slow to block the blade that drove into his stomach.
BS pulled Striker from the wound, rolling to the right to dodge any last strike the drow may launch, and came up a few feet from the dying drow.
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Guess what? I got a fever, and the only prescription is more cowbell!
Guess what? I got a fever, and the only prescription is more cowbell!
Feeling restless, the fallen Paladin Farscape went out back of the keep to practice his swordplay. He had decided not to wear his armour, and wore only his regular clothes. No sooner had the stepped outside, and settled into his routine of the intricate dance of 2 weapons, the wind carried to him sounds of combat. The clinking of mail, yells of warriors and the tingle of magic. Following the sound, he ran off into the forest.
The waves came crashing in like blindness.
So I just stood and listened.
So I just stood and listened.