Gwalchmai walked slowly through the corridors of the keep. He had watched from a high window as Loner’s and Kramor’s wagon crested the hill and passed out of sight. Now, he sighed and walked, looking for someone to talk to. Darkpoet’s room was empty – he and T’lainya had left with his mother, the last he had heard. He heard voices coming from Georgi’s room and headed that way. Standing in the open door, he saw Georgi and Jennabard talking to a strange woman. The woman was small and slight of build, though she had the demeanor of a giant. As she spoke, she kept shooting Jennabard quick, sly smiles like a cat toying with its prey. A repeating tick in the woman’s left eye, causing her to wink and grimace at random moments, tarnished the image of the huntress. Georgi stood with her fists on her hips, one hand straying to the hilt of Flame Tongue whenever the stranger spoke.
Gwalchmai sighed loudly and slumped against the doorjamb. Georgi slid her eyes over toward him, but kept a watchful eye on the stranger. Jennabard seemed relived to have a distraction, and moved toward him saying, "Gwally? What’s the matter?”
“I’m just depressed about Loner and Kramor leaving. I’m going to miss them.” Gwalchmai said quietly. The stranger made an obvious show of not noticing Gwalchmai and of not caring about what he said.
“What do you mean, leaving?” Georgi said, suddenly suspicious.
“I thought you knew. They have decided to retire to Kara-tur. Didn’t Thantor tell you? I saw him run out to see them off a little while ago.”
“What?” Georgi shouted so loudly that the stone walls actually shook. Her face turned red with rage, and she actually partially drew her sword.
Jennabard, on the other hand, simply said, “No, no, no.” but her melodic voice was filled such despair and regret that the strange woman seemed stricken. The woman reeled backward, falling roughly into a chair.
Georgi stormed past Gwalchmai, nearly knocking him to the ground, while muttering something about killing ‘that damn ranger’. Jennabard tried to help him up, but she seemed so week, that he ended up supporting her. She gave a sad, confused glance back at the strange woman, then Jenna and Gwalchmai left to find Thantor as well. The strange woman was left slumped in a chair, her fingers pinching the bridge of her nose, and a slight, twitching grimace playing across her face.
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Harry casually looked at the other people at the table then down at his hand, hoping the drinks weren't getting the better of him as he pushed all his remaining coins into the pile in the middle. The merchant on his right went pale at the sight of all the coins then threw his cards face down on the table top.
The other person left in the game was a scar-faced half-orc who as the rumors went was one of the Shadow Thieves more effective extortion agents mainly due to his brutal nature.
The dislike in the half-orc's eyes became naked hatred as he called and Harry had won easily. As he tucked away his winnings all the on-lookers could tell he'd have to be very alert and sleep lightly for as long as he remained in the city or was forgotten.
As this occured a shadowy figure slipped from the tavern to report the elfs where-abouts.
The other person left in the game was a scar-faced half-orc who as the rumors went was one of the Shadow Thieves more effective extortion agents mainly due to his brutal nature.
The dislike in the half-orc's eyes became naked hatred as he called and Harry had won easily. As he tucked away his winnings all the on-lookers could tell he'd have to be very alert and sleep lightly for as long as he remained in the city or was forgotten.
As this occured a shadowy figure slipped from the tavern to report the elfs where-abouts.
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Watery, late afternoon sunlight filtered through the kitchen windows. Darkness melding into light, shadowy images giving way to the concrete realities of day.
Dragon Wench stirred, compelled she reached upward, towards the beckoning suggestions outside.
Her eyelids fluttered open; struggling to bridge the divide between her inner world and her exterior life, Dragon Wench took in the cozy familiarity of the kitchen. She felt oddly numb, yet also vaguely at peace.
Jerren's voice still echoed in her head, she felt an aching stab, but it was accompanied by a sense of........"of what?".....she wondered. Unexpectedly, she found herself smiling.
A little groggy, she rubbed her eyes and sat up. Slightly uncertain of her direction, she went up to the shower, and let the almost scalding water rush over her skin. She closed her eyes, the shifting eddies of her soul mingling with the swirling clouds of steam.
The almost stinging heat of the water, gradually brought her to full consciousness, and she remembered Yshania's hasty exit hours earlier.
Dragon Wench left the shower and headed to the stables where she found her friend attempting to coax a wild-looking mare into the paddock. Her own stallion appeared strangely exhausted, and Yshania, upon noticing Dragon Wench, looked up guiltily.
Observing the bedraggled state of her horse, the interest that the mare was evincing in Midnight Spirit, and the uneasiness of the druid's expression, Dragon Wench grinned broadly.
With little need for talking, the two women succeaded in corralling the mare. Then Dragon Wench turned to Yshania.
"I don't know about you, but I could use some dinner." Yshania nodded in agreement. They returned to the keep, found an assortment of comestibles, including a fine bottle of merlot, and spent the following several hours quietly talking about their lives, their loves, and the pain of loss.
Dragon Wench stirred, compelled she reached upward, towards the beckoning suggestions outside.
Her eyelids fluttered open; struggling to bridge the divide between her inner world and her exterior life, Dragon Wench took in the cozy familiarity of the kitchen. She felt oddly numb, yet also vaguely at peace.
Jerren's voice still echoed in her head, she felt an aching stab, but it was accompanied by a sense of........"of what?".....she wondered. Unexpectedly, she found herself smiling.
A little groggy, she rubbed her eyes and sat up. Slightly uncertain of her direction, she went up to the shower, and let the almost scalding water rush over her skin. She closed her eyes, the shifting eddies of her soul mingling with the swirling clouds of steam.
The almost stinging heat of the water, gradually brought her to full consciousness, and she remembered Yshania's hasty exit hours earlier.
Dragon Wench left the shower and headed to the stables where she found her friend attempting to coax a wild-looking mare into the paddock. Her own stallion appeared strangely exhausted, and Yshania, upon noticing Dragon Wench, looked up guiltily.
Observing the bedraggled state of her horse, the interest that the mare was evincing in Midnight Spirit, and the uneasiness of the druid's expression, Dragon Wench grinned broadly.
With little need for talking, the two women succeaded in corralling the mare. Then Dragon Wench turned to Yshania.
"I don't know about you, but I could use some dinner." Yshania nodded in agreement. They returned to the keep, found an assortment of comestibles, including a fine bottle of merlot, and spent the following several hours quietly talking about their lives, their loves, and the pain of loss.
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In a comfortable lull in conversation, Yshania picked up the empty wine bottle and swung it slowly and thoughtfully, watching the sediment climb the sides of the bottle as she considered all that had been said. She wondered how this sharing had come about, though she was deeply touched by it. Issues were finding a place, being put into some kind of perspective, her concerns for her friend had not been unfounded but the similarities in their experiences had at times disturbed and at times amused her.
She glanced at her friend, she looked tired but seemed somewhat lighter of heart than she had appeared that morning. More open, relieved, in tune, perhaps. Yshania felt a deeper understanding, almost like this meeting had been destined, a sudden intuitive connection. Never before had she spoken so freely about herself, and the way they had moved through their conversation, relating their experiences, and with such ease had been uncanny. Once they had started talking it had come in waves, surprising them both at times. Occasionally they spoke at the same time in a rush to get things out, both then laughing and apologising – inviting the other to continue. Occasionally they sat in quiet contemplation, neither feeling embarrassed or a need to fill the gaps…
She looked at her friend and smiled.
'Where did you say the wine was kept?' she asked, 'we seem to have run dry again'
Dragon Wench grinned, reached under the table and produced another bottle of red. They laughed together easily at Yshania's surprise. Pulling out the cork, Dragon Wench filled up their glasses again and pushed one across the table to Yshania.
‘Thank you’ Yshania said
‘Oh! no worries!’ Dragon Wench responded, ‘there is plenty more’
Yshania smiled ‘not for the wine’ she said.
The two women simultaneously lifted their glasses and touched the fragile crystal together.
‘Cheers’ they said.
She glanced at her friend, she looked tired but seemed somewhat lighter of heart than she had appeared that morning. More open, relieved, in tune, perhaps. Yshania felt a deeper understanding, almost like this meeting had been destined, a sudden intuitive connection. Never before had she spoken so freely about herself, and the way they had moved through their conversation, relating their experiences, and with such ease had been uncanny. Once they had started talking it had come in waves, surprising them both at times. Occasionally they spoke at the same time in a rush to get things out, both then laughing and apologising – inviting the other to continue. Occasionally they sat in quiet contemplation, neither feeling embarrassed or a need to fill the gaps…
She looked at her friend and smiled.
'Where did you say the wine was kept?' she asked, 'we seem to have run dry again'
Dragon Wench grinned, reached under the table and produced another bottle of red. They laughed together easily at Yshania's surprise. Pulling out the cork, Dragon Wench filled up their glasses again and pushed one across the table to Yshania.
‘Thank you’ Yshania said
‘Oh! no worries!’ Dragon Wench responded, ‘there is plenty more’
Yshania smiled ‘not for the wine’ she said.
The two women simultaneously lifted their glasses and touched the fragile crystal together.
‘Cheers’ they said.
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The fire had burned low, and the keep was very still. Yshania and Dragon Wench sat staring into the flames, contemplating their conversation and the confidences that they had shared.
"Do you think that you will ever truly love again," Yshania asked quietly.
Dragon Wench considered the question.
"Perhaps yes.......but never again in the same way.......we had a connection that was.....beyond ordinary experience."
Yshania smiled sadly, thinking of her own past.
They looked at one another in unspoken understanding. Draining their glasses, they gazed upon the empty wine bottles upon the table. Dragon Wench briefly considered heading down to the cellar in search of another. But as the thought crossed her mind, she felt a wave of fatigue sweep over her body. Yshania, she noticed, seemed equally exhausted.
The fire was now a cluster of glowing embers; somewhere far off, the lone howl of a wolf shivered through the night.
Both women yawned sleepily; they banked the flames, and retired upstairs hoping to find the sanctuary of undisturbed sleep.
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"Do you think that you will ever truly love again," Yshania asked quietly.
Dragon Wench considered the question.
"Perhaps yes.......but never again in the same way.......we had a connection that was.....beyond ordinary experience."
Yshania smiled sadly, thinking of her own past.
They looked at one another in unspoken understanding. Draining their glasses, they gazed upon the empty wine bottles upon the table. Dragon Wench briefly considered heading down to the cellar in search of another. But as the thought crossed her mind, she felt a wave of fatigue sweep over her body. Yshania, she noticed, seemed equally exhausted.
The fire was now a cluster of glowing embers; somewhere far off, the lone howl of a wolf shivered through the night.
Both women yawned sleepily; they banked the flames, and retired upstairs hoping to find the sanctuary of undisturbed sleep.
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Before they went their separate ways, Yshania gave her friend a hug. She was surprised as she sensed something electrical moving through Dragon Wench, coursing and tidal, alive and searching. It was faint but not weak. She stepped back and considered the woman before her, Dragon Wench seemed unaware of the outward signals this subconscious activity was producing. It wasn't over yet, her friend would not be resting too soon she felt. Yshania sensed something was simmering, but felt no malevolence, just perhaps uncertainty, and fear, and hope. She smiled at Dragon Wench.
'I think it is going to be ok' she offered. She felt confidence in her own words and wanted to expand but could not articulate what she had sensed.
They bade each other a good night, Yshania returning to her room for a robe and some towels. A long soak would be a good end to this day.
'I think it is going to be ok' she offered. She felt confidence in her own words and wanted to expand but could not articulate what she had sensed.
They bade each other a good night, Yshania returning to her room for a robe and some towels. A long soak would be a good end to this day.
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Against a nightmare sky, the moans and wails seemed to come in slow motion. Blood trickled from the gaping wound in Jerren's chest; Dragon Wench watched helplessly as the colour drained from his face, as the life drained from his body. Feebly, his hand sought hers; grimacing, he turned to gaze a final time into her eyes.
"No!" she screamed. Convulsed by wrenching sobs DW gathered the lifeless body of her lover into her arms, and buried her head into the bloodstained chest. Then there was nothing in her hands but her dagger, and for a brief moment she held it, poised against her heart. She closed her eyes and plunged it in, into the heart of the dark woman, the stygian murderess who had ripped her life away. DW focused on the image in her mind and her warrior senses sharpened. She resheathed the blade without cleaning it, and it dripped and dripped and dripped... From each drop sprang a new dark form, laughing and taunting. DW swore vengeance, knowing as she did so, that even when the debt had been repaid, the terrible emptiness within would never subside.
Heart violently pounding, DW awoke with a start. Feverishly, she lurched over to the open window and gulped in the cold night air. Shaking, she wondered why she had dreamed again of Jerren's death. Until her recent decent into the underworld, the dream had filled her every night, deepening the void within her soul. She had begun to think that perhaps the aching wounds had finally started to heal, but now, tears welling, she realized that they never would. She fingered her sword on the nearby table. "It would be so easy," she thought. Then remembering Thantor’s recent words, she tried to banish the beckoning abyss.
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"No!" she screamed. Convulsed by wrenching sobs DW gathered the lifeless body of her lover into her arms, and buried her head into the bloodstained chest. Then there was nothing in her hands but her dagger, and for a brief moment she held it, poised against her heart. She closed her eyes and plunged it in, into the heart of the dark woman, the stygian murderess who had ripped her life away. DW focused on the image in her mind and her warrior senses sharpened. She resheathed the blade without cleaning it, and it dripped and dripped and dripped... From each drop sprang a new dark form, laughing and taunting. DW swore vengeance, knowing as she did so, that even when the debt had been repaid, the terrible emptiness within would never subside.
Heart violently pounding, DW awoke with a start. Feverishly, she lurched over to the open window and gulped in the cold night air. Shaking, she wondered why she had dreamed again of Jerren's death. Until her recent decent into the underworld, the dream had filled her every night, deepening the void within her soul. She had begun to think that perhaps the aching wounds had finally started to heal, but now, tears welling, she realized that they never would. She fingered her sword on the nearby table. "It would be so easy," she thought. Then remembering Thantor’s recent words, she tried to banish the beckoning abyss.
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{ooc @Jerren, as you well know DW is especially partial to personal delivery 
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Trying to steady herself, DW gazed into the sky, and stared at the full moon, just beginning to emerge from behind distant hills. Sharply, she drew in her breath, and shuddered in horror. The moon had become a huge, crimson-tinged orb against the black velvet of night. Numbly, DW leaned her head against the wall, and tried to fight the wave of grief threatening to overwhelm her.
The night was silent and wind still. She heard the faint snorting and pawing of Midnight Spirit out in the pasture. Without thinking, she pulled on some clothes and raced noiselessly into the darkness. As if sensing her turmoil, the animal moved to her when she reached him and nickered softly. For a moment, she simply stood there, arms wrapped around him. Looking over to the silhouette of the keep, she leapt astride his back and urged him to a gallop. DW crouched low, neither knowing nor caring where they went. Several hours passed and her mount began to slow. Dimly conscious of the change of pace, DW looked up. They were at Ogre Falls.
}Trying to steady herself, DW gazed into the sky, and stared at the full moon, just beginning to emerge from behind distant hills. Sharply, she drew in her breath, and shuddered in horror. The moon had become a huge, crimson-tinged orb against the black velvet of night. Numbly, DW leaned her head against the wall, and tried to fight the wave of grief threatening to overwhelm her.
The night was silent and wind still. She heard the faint snorting and pawing of Midnight Spirit out in the pasture. Without thinking, she pulled on some clothes and raced noiselessly into the darkness. As if sensing her turmoil, the animal moved to her when she reached him and nickered softly. For a moment, she simply stood there, arms wrapped around him. Looking over to the silhouette of the keep, she leapt astride his back and urged him to a gallop. DW crouched low, neither knowing nor caring where they went. Several hours passed and her mount began to slow. Dimly conscious of the change of pace, DW looked up. They were at Ogre Falls.
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Startled, she stopped the horse. Despite the aching numbness of her reawakened grief, she was curious at their location. Dragon Wench thought about her dream, the scarlet moon, and the direction in which the horse had carried her. DW's mage instincts overrode her warrior training and she allowed herself to accept the strangeness of the night's energy.
The hard, fast ride had calmed her slightly, and she looked intently towards the spot where they had battled the Shadow Master. DW wished that her nemesis were there; to kill him alone would be impossible, but at least he would provide her with the release she sought. Thinking about that occasion recalled the brief time that she had spent with Jerren; the memory of that event brought fresh anguish and a surge of profound yearning. She swallowed, and tried to hold back her tears. Gritting her teeth, she clenched her lethally sharpened blade and with head bowed, closed her eyes.
Something stirred ahead; glancing upwards, DW gripped her sword again and tried to discern movement from shadow. Almost welcoming the prospect of possible death, she wondered who or what her hidden foe was. Briefly, she considered loosing a volley of arrows, but instinct stopped her. Instead, she warily nudged her horse forward, and strained her eyes as she attempted to see in the dim, lavender-hued light of dawn.
A rustle made her pause; she glanced around the nearby trees and noticed somebody standing beneath an ancient oak. As she approached, tension seized every muscle in her body. The figure, equally cautious, turned to face her. As he did so, DW let out a strangled gasp.
}Startled, she stopped the horse. Despite the aching numbness of her reawakened grief, she was curious at their location. Dragon Wench thought about her dream, the scarlet moon, and the direction in which the horse had carried her. DW's mage instincts overrode her warrior training and she allowed herself to accept the strangeness of the night's energy.
The hard, fast ride had calmed her slightly, and she looked intently towards the spot where they had battled the Shadow Master. DW wished that her nemesis were there; to kill him alone would be impossible, but at least he would provide her with the release she sought. Thinking about that occasion recalled the brief time that she had spent with Jerren; the memory of that event brought fresh anguish and a surge of profound yearning. She swallowed, and tried to hold back her tears. Gritting her teeth, she clenched her lethally sharpened blade and with head bowed, closed her eyes.
Something stirred ahead; glancing upwards, DW gripped her sword again and tried to discern movement from shadow. Almost welcoming the prospect of possible death, she wondered who or what her hidden foe was. Briefly, she considered loosing a volley of arrows, but instinct stopped her. Instead, she warily nudged her horse forward, and strained her eyes as she attempted to see in the dim, lavender-hued light of dawn.
A rustle made her pause; she glanced around the nearby trees and noticed somebody standing beneath an ancient oak. As she approached, tension seized every muscle in her body. The figure, equally cautious, turned to face her. As he did so, DW let out a strangled gasp.
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Yshania returned to her room. She had tried to sleep, but her efforts were fruitless. She turned and faced the wall, now in the surreality that an empty night offered she started to reflect on the conversation she had had with Dragon Wench, and how they had reopened old wounds...
She had felt her mother's pain, felt her despair all too keenly. Yshania was too young for all to be explained, and her father had been absent for too long, without word, to give her future any kind of certainty. Mari was leaving their home, with a promise that she would collect her child as soon as she had found a settled place to be, a place where her husband would also be welcome to stay - should he wish - either with elves or man. Mari was so alone, and it was breaking Yshania's heart listening to her mother weep every night whilst she pretended to sleep. Yshania, only concerned with her mother's happiness, bravely promised Mari she would be fine and that she shouldn't cry. Mari smiled through her tears at her daughter and drew her close. They held each other tight, both now weeping freely, neither wanting to let go.
Yshania had sensed from her mother that not all she knew, and felt, was being shared with her daughter. She buried her face against her mother's breast, aching to know more but sensing that the truth would be too much to bear, and more than she would be able to understand right now.
Mari gripped her daughter by her shoulders and gently pushed her away, for a long moment they gazed at each other, drinking in every feature as if it would be the last time they would have the opportunity. Eventually, Yshania managed to ask her mother weakly
'Where will I go, mam?'
'For a while you will remain with Kerin' said Mari softly 'he will take care of you until your father can be contacted'
'But why can't you wait a while?' Yshania pleaded, holding back a sob as a shadow flitted briefly across Mari's face. Mari said nothing, just embraced her daughter again.
'Come now' she whispered after a long moment, we must pack some things, Kerin will be here very shortly. Obediently Yshania retrieved her bag from beneath her cot and began filling it with her most important possessions. Mari had promised her that the rest would be forwarded on. As they moved around the room, packing up their belongings, for the first time into separate bags, they sang together as they always had. This time it was not happiness that raised their voices but grief.
Sometime later her mother's brother Kerin arrived. He embraced his niece warmly as she started to weep again. Without a word, he hugged Mari, lifted Yshania onto his horse, and climbed up behind her. As they set off, Yshania stared back over her shoulder at her mother, who stood weeping outside the humble home they had loved - one hand raised in a still and lingering gesture. Yshania was choking on her despair, somehow she knew she would not be coming back here. She hated herself for being too young, and so useless.
Soon Mari was out of sight. Kerin's arm remained around his niece, a cold comfort against the emptiness she was feeling. As the rain started to fall, Yshania tipped her head back, leaning against Kerin's chest, and let the cold rain wash over her face. Kerin gently kissed her forehead as she sunk into calmness and silence…the void welcoming her.
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She had felt her mother's pain, felt her despair all too keenly. Yshania was too young for all to be explained, and her father had been absent for too long, without word, to give her future any kind of certainty. Mari was leaving their home, with a promise that she would collect her child as soon as she had found a settled place to be, a place where her husband would also be welcome to stay - should he wish - either with elves or man. Mari was so alone, and it was breaking Yshania's heart listening to her mother weep every night whilst she pretended to sleep. Yshania, only concerned with her mother's happiness, bravely promised Mari she would be fine and that she shouldn't cry. Mari smiled through her tears at her daughter and drew her close. They held each other tight, both now weeping freely, neither wanting to let go.
Yshania had sensed from her mother that not all she knew, and felt, was being shared with her daughter. She buried her face against her mother's breast, aching to know more but sensing that the truth would be too much to bear, and more than she would be able to understand right now.
Mari gripped her daughter by her shoulders and gently pushed her away, for a long moment they gazed at each other, drinking in every feature as if it would be the last time they would have the opportunity. Eventually, Yshania managed to ask her mother weakly
'Where will I go, mam?'
'For a while you will remain with Kerin' said Mari softly 'he will take care of you until your father can be contacted'
'But why can't you wait a while?' Yshania pleaded, holding back a sob as a shadow flitted briefly across Mari's face. Mari said nothing, just embraced her daughter again.
'Come now' she whispered after a long moment, we must pack some things, Kerin will be here very shortly. Obediently Yshania retrieved her bag from beneath her cot and began filling it with her most important possessions. Mari had promised her that the rest would be forwarded on. As they moved around the room, packing up their belongings, for the first time into separate bags, they sang together as they always had. This time it was not happiness that raised their voices but grief.
Sometime later her mother's brother Kerin arrived. He embraced his niece warmly as she started to weep again. Without a word, he hugged Mari, lifted Yshania onto his horse, and climbed up behind her. As they set off, Yshania stared back over her shoulder at her mother, who stood weeping outside the humble home they had loved - one hand raised in a still and lingering gesture. Yshania was choking on her despair, somehow she knew she would not be coming back here. She hated herself for being too young, and so useless.
Soon Mari was out of sight. Kerin's arm remained around his niece, a cold comfort against the emptiness she was feeling. As the rain started to fall, Yshania tipped her head back, leaning against Kerin's chest, and let the cold rain wash over her face. Kerin gently kissed her forehead as she sunk into calmness and silence…the void welcoming her.
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Georgi's frantic footsteps echoed in the stairwell as she stormed furiously through the keep. Loner and Kramor gone without saying goodbye, and Thantor hadn't even mentioned it when he had excused himself... and if that weren't bad enough, leaving her and Jennabard to deal with Simbul. Her blood was positively boiling. She wasn't sure what she planned to do when she found him, but -
"Georgi?" she heard his voice behind her, from the direction of the kitchen. He must have heard the commotion upstairs, her logical mind told her, somewhere behind the tempest of rage. "Is everything alright?"
The inanity of the question angered her even more. As Thantor hurried up to her, she lost control and swung round, taking him completely off his guard, her fist connecting squarely with his jaw. She glared contemptuously at him before stomping off in the direction she had come from, leaving him staring after her and rubbing his jaw in astonished silence.
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"Georgi?" she heard his voice behind her, from the direction of the kitchen. He must have heard the commotion upstairs, her logical mind told her, somewhere behind the tempest of rage. "Is everything alright?"
The inanity of the question angered her even more. As Thantor hurried up to her, she lost control and swung round, taking him completely off his guard, her fist connecting squarely with his jaw. She glared contemptuously at him before stomping off in the direction she had come from, leaving him staring after her and rubbing his jaw in astonished silence.
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Viv lay that night, staring into the darkness above her bed, not really believing that so much change had happened. Loner and Kramor were gone.
She has overheard the others talking that afternoon, and tried to go to them. In haste she forgot horse and provisions, and after several tiring hours had resorted to sending her image across the miles. Somehow she had known where they were, in the sunlight, eyes steadfast and turned to some other future. She has hugged them both, though her image lacked substance, but their returning hugs were all she needed. Her sad eyes met the resolute gaze of her friends and she knew it was right for them. As her shadowy lips met Loner's cheek her spell wavered and fled, lost from her control, her own body again being her souls only vessel. She thought of being able to say good bye on the long walk back to the keep, not noticing the brilliant leaves fluttering around her, or the soft sunlight caressing the land.
The strength she had admired in both, and their honor and love for each other, had always been a steadfast pillar in her little world. And, now gone... Gone like Darkpoet...but that pain was too much to think of now...
As her eyes traced the shadowy beams above her that night, she tried to take some of the strength her friends had, some of Loner's steely determination, some of Kramor's honor, to help her handle what was ahead. And, maybe, just maybe there was more strength in everyone around her than she had ever dreamed, maybe even in HER...
She has overheard the others talking that afternoon, and tried to go to them. In haste she forgot horse and provisions, and after several tiring hours had resorted to sending her image across the miles. Somehow she had known where they were, in the sunlight, eyes steadfast and turned to some other future. She has hugged them both, though her image lacked substance, but their returning hugs were all she needed. Her sad eyes met the resolute gaze of her friends and she knew it was right for them. As her shadowy lips met Loner's cheek her spell wavered and fled, lost from her control, her own body again being her souls only vessel. She thought of being able to say good bye on the long walk back to the keep, not noticing the brilliant leaves fluttering around her, or the soft sunlight caressing the land.
The strength she had admired in both, and their honor and love for each other, had always been a steadfast pillar in her little world. And, now gone... Gone like Darkpoet...but that pain was too much to think of now...
As her eyes traced the shadowy beams above her that night, she tried to take some of the strength her friends had, some of Loner's steely determination, some of Kramor's honor, to help her handle what was ahead. And, maybe, just maybe there was more strength in everyone around her than she had ever dreamed, maybe even in HER...
After leaving Dragon Wench, Thantor headed upstairs alone ( ) to check in on Georgi, Jennabard, and Simbul. On the way, he ran into Jenna and Gwally. Jenna accosted him immediately, demanding to know why he hadn't told her that Loner and Kramor were leaving. Surprised, Thantor replied that, having been esconded in the infirmary for three days, he had assumed that everyone else had already said their goodbyes. Still irriated, Jennabard headed out to find Loner and Kramor before they were too far from the keep.
) to check in on Georgi, Jennabard, and Simbul. On the way, he ran into Jenna and Gwally. Jenna accosted him immediately, demanding to know why he hadn't told her that Loner and Kramor were leaving. Surprised, Thantor replied that, having been esconded in the infirmary for three days, he had assumed that everyone else had already said their goodbyes. Still irriated, Jennabard headed out to find Loner and Kramor before they were too far from the keep.Those who will play with kitties must expect to be scratched.
Many are cold; few are frozen.
Absence is to love what wind is to fire... it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great.
Many are cold; few are frozen.
Absence is to love what wind is to fire... it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great.
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Some time passed, it's length unnoticed and unimportant in her introverted world. People offered gestures and words, like ghosts they passed before her, fleeting and vaporous. Her father arrived one evening, laden with the rest of her belongings and some of the simple furniture from home. She greeted him formally, and nodded politely to the lady that travelled with him. Hugging her uncle, she climbed into the back of the cart and huddled under some sacking against the winter chill. With a crack of the whip, they lurched into the night, towards a new life, a new beginning…
The following years they remained on the road. From village to village they had travelled, looking for acceptance of a human and a small half elf. Yshania had sensed the human woman she had met that first night was a marriage of convenience, but that had somewhat slid away from any significance. Her food was cooked, her clothes were laundered, her father still away earning their keep. Keeping her own counsel she had drifted, accepting, obeying and, where she could, fitting in.
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The following years they remained on the road. From village to village they had travelled, looking for acceptance of a human and a small half elf. Yshania had sensed the human woman she had met that first night was a marriage of convenience, but that had somewhat slid away from any significance. Her food was cooked, her clothes were laundered, her father still away earning their keep. Keeping her own counsel she had drifted, accepting, obeying and, where she could, fitting in.
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Guinness, black goes with everything.
Guinness, black goes with everything.
Despite the half-orcs clumsy attempts to follow Harry after he left the tavern the next morning, he was unable to keep up with the elven thief.
After making several arrangements with some contacts and purchasing a few items, Harry was able to leave the city without any problems in a wagon delivering turnips to Trademeet for Jan Janson ( ).
From there he rode back to the castle on a high spirited horse he 'borrowed' from a nobleman who thought him a servant at a tavern.
After making several arrangements with some contacts and purchasing a few items, Harry was able to leave the city without any problems in a wagon delivering turnips to Trademeet for Jan Janson (
). From there he rode back to the castle on a high spirited horse he 'borrowed' from a nobleman who thought him a servant at a tavern.
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She slammed her chamber door firmly shut behind her, and banged her head exasperatedly on the solid wood. As her initial wrath subsided, the reality of the situation filtered through, and she heaved a sigh. Loner and Kramor gone, just like that. The whole world seemed to be turning upside-down, and she had a bad feeling that things wouldn't be getting any better.
A sudden suffocating feeling came over her, and stumbling over to the window she threw it open and gulped in the fresh air, leaning heavily against the wall. She stared unseeing into the distance. At times like these she almost regretted leaving her old lifestyle behind her. When all that mattered was the simple cut and thrust of her blade, and the pleasing chink of gold changing hands... The thought made her glance down at her own hands, and she realised she had been cradling one in the other, her knuckles red and swollen. Damn that fiery temper of mine, she thought ruefully, wondering if Thantor would forgive her any time soon.
Georgi blinked, and the world came back into focus. She pondered the meaning of Simbul's arrival, and whether it might precipitate some adventure. She certainly hoped so, her restless spirit was itching for some action.
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A sudden suffocating feeling came over her, and stumbling over to the window she threw it open and gulped in the fresh air, leaning heavily against the wall. She stared unseeing into the distance. At times like these she almost regretted leaving her old lifestyle behind her. When all that mattered was the simple cut and thrust of her blade, and the pleasing chink of gold changing hands... The thought made her glance down at her own hands, and she realised she had been cradling one in the other, her knuckles red and swollen. Damn that fiery temper of mine, she thought ruefully, wondering if Thantor would forgive her any time soon.
Georgi blinked, and the world came back into focus. She pondered the meaning of Simbul's arrival, and whether it might precipitate some adventure. She certainly hoped so, her restless spirit was itching for some action.
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)Who, me?!?
Meanwhile, a letter was making its way from Athkatla to the Dark Flames' keep. It was addressed to Lady Georgi. Its contents were these:
Dear Georgi:
As you will no doubt know by now, Kramor and I are on our way to Kara-Tur. We are going to assist Lomoro with his combat school. We tried to find you before we left. Our ship was sailing immediately, and in the little time we had, we could only find Dragon Wench. Thantor and (kind of) Vivien had to catch up with us on the road...We didn't know where to send you word, so I'm sending this to the Keep in hopes you will receive it soon.
Take care, my friend. I hope to see you and the others one day striding across the hills of Kara-Tur to visit us.
Ever fondly,
Loner.
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Dear Georgi:
As you will no doubt know by now, Kramor and I are on our way to Kara-Tur. We are going to assist Lomoro with his combat school. We tried to find you before we left. Our ship was sailing immediately, and in the little time we had, we could only find Dragon Wench. Thantor and (kind of) Vivien had to catch up with us on the road...We didn't know where to send you word, so I'm sending this to the Keep in hopes you will receive it soon.
Take care, my friend. I hope to see you and the others one day striding across the hills of Kara-Tur to visit us.
Ever fondly,
Loner.
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