Vivien watched the Simbul take her leave, wondering why she was always in such a hurry. With a shrug she went to Yshania, and was surprised to learn that there was a new traveller come to the Keep. The news cheered her and got her mind off the sad recent occurances.
They began walking slowly back to the main keep, Viv hoping to catch a glimpse of the stranger, but were distracted by loud bleats coming from the yard. With worried glances at each other they came upon the blue dragon running through the frightened sheep.
"NO!" Viv roared, stopping the beast in mid leap and snap.
It looked at her with surprise and she tried to remember her last orders to it...to get breakfast. She sighed as she realized that sheep were breakfast to a dragon.
"No." She said firmly "Sheep are cute, you may not eat them." She grabbed some flowers growing in the yard and stuffed them in it's mouth. It look so dejected and forlorn, that she couldn't help but give it a quick hug while whispering that maybe the kitchen would have some steak or chicken for it.
Then, the two women set off for the Keep, though Viv couldn't understand what Ysh found so funny...
Order of the Dark Flame: The Adventures Continue (no spam-story)
Aleldar dried himself off and put on clean clothes. He went out into the courtyard, to clean and sharpen his weapons. Aleldar looked around and noted the courtyard, how nicely it was taken care of. "This courtyard would put a smile on Rallathil's face." He thought looking at the gardens. Aleldar relaxed even more, as he leaned against the tree. Aleldar closed his eyes, he hadn't felt this safe, in a long time. When Aleldar opened his eyes, he caught a flash of blue.
"What the................."
"What the................."
*Beware!!!!*
*Has tendincies to lie and hurt*
*Has tendincies to lie and hurt*
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Gwalchmai became confused. There he had been having a perfectly normal conversation with Nippy, when he suddenly started talking about someone named ‘Aleldar.’ Gwalchmai didn’t think he had met anyone named Aleldar yet. He was about to make a comment about how good fighters are always necessary in a battle when Nippy suddenly started talking about 700 posts and wanting to increase them. Gwalchmai wondered if Nippy had been building a fence or something else that needed 700 or more posts. Nippy seemed to have lost track of the conversation, and Gwalchmai thought it would be best if he just backed away slowly, leaving Nippy to talk to himself about posts and archers.....
That there; exactly the kinda diversion we coulda used.
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Interlude
A Dark Flame Christmas Carol
Thantor sat in the gloomy keep, dressed in a night cap. Suddenly, there arose such a clatter, that he sprang from the couch to see what was the matter. “Gwalchmai? My old partner? Did you trip over your chains again?” he said to the apparition sprawled across the floor.
“Never mind,” Gwalchmai said, dusting himself off, “I’m here to tell you that...”
“Humbug.” Thantor interrupted.
“What?”
“Weren’t you killed by a Giant Humbug?”
“Yeah, but I’m here to tell you that this night, you will be visited by three.... no, four.... wait a minute.” The ghost quickly counted to himself on his fingers, “Um, yeah, five Christmas spirits....”
“Christmas? Bah!” Thantor spat, “Do they even know what Christmas is in Faerun?”
“Um, yeah, well... I don’t really have an answer for that.” Gwalchmai said, scuffing his foot on the floor. The two men stood in uneasy silence for a while. Finally Gwalchmai said, “Look, I’m gonna go check out the kitchen and see if there is any Figgy Pudding left. By the way, I left a log for you on the fire.”
“I don’t even want to think about it...”
“No! A Yule log. To burn.” Rolling his eyes, Gwalchmai left.
Alone again, Thantor considered the fireplace. Winter’s chill touch had indeed crept through the cracks in the keep, and a fire would be nice. He lit the fire, which caught easily but burned darkly. Turning, he gasped to see someone reclining on the couch. Someone who hadn’t been there a few seconds before.
“I am the Ghost of Christmas Pleasure,” Dragon Wench said in a husky voice, and moving just enough so that the slit in her dark red gown fell away from her long leg. She patted the couch next to her and Thantor sat uneasily. “I represent the spirit of Giving. Giving ‘til it hurts. Giving ‘til you experience the pleasure that is in sorrow and the sweetness that is in the pleasure of pleasure itself.”
“Huh?” Thantor grunted, “I still don’t see what Christmas has to do with the Forgotten Realms...”
“Hush, dear” Dragon Wench said, placing a finger to her full, pouty lips
“I beg to differ,” called a voice from the fire. “Christmas is all about Getting, and getting lots of the stuff that you want!”
“Wh- who is there?” whispered Thantor, while fighting the urge to curl into the foetal position and call for his Mommy.
“I am the Ghost of Christmas Vengeance.” Georgi said stepping from the flames. Hard leather armor dyed red, a sword and eyes that blazed with fire, Georgi was the embodiment of voracious ire. “For every man who gets yet another ugly tie, and when ever a woman gets a vacuum cleaner for Christmas, I will be there to suggest the most horrible retribution!” She stalked around the room. “It’s not easy having a good time. Even smiling makes my face ache. When people get presents, they should be the right ones to begin with! None of this running back to the market to return everything and buy what you really wanted!” Georgi walked over to the stereo and put in her favorite CD - “Jennabard sings Christmas” (which includes such holiday favorites as Hark the Fallen Devas Sing and Gandolf the Red-Nosed Centaur - only $16.99 if you order now!)
“No, no. You girls have it all wrong.” said a diaphanous form that floated down from the ceiling. “Christmas is the best time of year to give as good as you get, if you know what I mean. I am the Ghost of Christmas Sex.” Vivien settled to the floor, wearing a loose tank top and an impossibly short skirt, all made from thin, translucent red cloth and trimmed in white fur. Her small red hat had a white pom-pom on the end. Every breeze in the room lifted the hem of her skirt higher. “The long dark nights are just perfect for a little hanky-panky! It’s the best present to give and to get!” She giggled like a Tickle Me Elmo doll, jiggling just enough that her tank top slid off her shoulders and down to her waist. “Oops,” she tittered, letting all of her clothing fall off of her body, “I guess I was just meant to be naked.”
“I’m more comfortable that way too!” said Dragon Wench, leaving a pile of clothing on the floor.
“This is degenerating quickly. We had better get on with it,” Georgi said.
“I am the Ghost of Virtuous Christmas Love,” Loner said, appearing in a blinding flash of white light. Her silver chainmail gleamed and reflected countless colors of light. A serene smile spread across her face as she turned to Thantor, “I used to be cynical too, like you, Thantor. But I am here to give you the most important.....” She stopped mid-sentence, her eyes widening. Kramor had walked into the room, tall and robust. Polished golden armor and a glint to his smile, he only had eyes for Loner. “Er, never mind Thantor,” Loner said, “You’re on your own now, buddy.” With that, Loner hooked her arm in Kramor’s elbow, and the two left the room.
“Hey!” Thantor called, “What was so important?” Dejected, he turned back to the remaining three spirits. “Look. This is Faerun. A pseudo medieval world that has no concept of Christmas. I mean shouldn’t we be electing a King of the Beans or throwing clams at the rising sun or something?”
The three spirits looked at each other. “Okay, you asked for it,” they sighed as they all stepped back, leaving space in the center of the floor.
“I am the Ghost of Winter Solstice,” Yshania said, rising up from the oaken floor. Dressed in a simple brown hooded robe, she began an intricate dance, celebrating the longest night of the year and imploring the sun to rise again. A swooping movement of her arm and her sleeve caught on a nearby lamp, sending it crashing to the ground. Another movement knocked a table over into a set of shelves. Yshania’s dance ended when she tripped on the hem of her robe and went flying toward the fireplace, only to be caught by a quick-thinking Georgi. Meanwhile, a decorative mace rolled off the topmost shelf and fell, bouncing off the table and landing squarely in Thantor’s lap.
“Oh God!” Thantor groaned, clutching his groin.
“Yeah, it was pretty bad, wasn’t it?” said a voice from beside Thantor. His eyes widened in fright as he saw a terrible apparition slumped beside him on the couch. “Darkpoet! You scared the ****ens out of me!” Thantor exclaimed, “Hey, wait a minute. Gwally said there would be five spirits, and you make six!”
“No, no.” Darkpoet said, waving his hand, “I don’t count. I’m just a plain old ghost, here for the show. And I must say, I’ve seen better shows in the hot tub up stairs.”
“Hot tub?” Vivien said, “That sound like a good idea to me!”
“Me too!” Dragon Wench exclaimed.
“Y’know, a long soak in the tub would do me quite a bit of good as well.” Georgi said while stripping off her armor and following the other two naked ghosts upstairs. “Ysh? DP? You coming?”
“Yeah, yeah. Just a sec.” Ysh said while struggling to get out of her robe.
“I’ll go make some Snickerdoodles and be right there,” called Darkpoet.
Thus Thantor was left alone to stare at the dying embers of the fire. He mulled over the events of the evening, sipping a hot toddy. Cold winter nights certainly brought out the strangest things....
A Dark Flame Christmas Carol
Thantor sat in the gloomy keep, dressed in a night cap. Suddenly, there arose such a clatter, that he sprang from the couch to see what was the matter. “Gwalchmai? My old partner? Did you trip over your chains again?” he said to the apparition sprawled across the floor.
“Never mind,” Gwalchmai said, dusting himself off, “I’m here to tell you that...”
“Humbug.” Thantor interrupted.
“What?”
“Weren’t you killed by a Giant Humbug?”
“Yeah, but I’m here to tell you that this night, you will be visited by three.... no, four.... wait a minute.” The ghost quickly counted to himself on his fingers, “Um, yeah, five Christmas spirits....”
“Christmas? Bah!” Thantor spat, “Do they even know what Christmas is in Faerun?”
“Um, yeah, well... I don’t really have an answer for that.” Gwalchmai said, scuffing his foot on the floor. The two men stood in uneasy silence for a while. Finally Gwalchmai said, “Look, I’m gonna go check out the kitchen and see if there is any Figgy Pudding left. By the way, I left a log for you on the fire.”
“I don’t even want to think about it...”
“No! A Yule log. To burn.” Rolling his eyes, Gwalchmai left.
Alone again, Thantor considered the fireplace. Winter’s chill touch had indeed crept through the cracks in the keep, and a fire would be nice. He lit the fire, which caught easily but burned darkly. Turning, he gasped to see someone reclining on the couch. Someone who hadn’t been there a few seconds before.
“I am the Ghost of Christmas Pleasure,” Dragon Wench said in a husky voice, and moving just enough so that the slit in her dark red gown fell away from her long leg. She patted the couch next to her and Thantor sat uneasily. “I represent the spirit of Giving. Giving ‘til it hurts. Giving ‘til you experience the pleasure that is in sorrow and the sweetness that is in the pleasure of pleasure itself.”
“Huh?” Thantor grunted, “I still don’t see what Christmas has to do with the Forgotten Realms...”
“Hush, dear” Dragon Wench said, placing a finger to her full, pouty lips
“I beg to differ,” called a voice from the fire. “Christmas is all about Getting, and getting lots of the stuff that you want!”
“Wh- who is there?” whispered Thantor, while fighting the urge to curl into the foetal position and call for his Mommy.
“I am the Ghost of Christmas Vengeance.” Georgi said stepping from the flames. Hard leather armor dyed red, a sword and eyes that blazed with fire, Georgi was the embodiment of voracious ire. “For every man who gets yet another ugly tie, and when ever a woman gets a vacuum cleaner for Christmas, I will be there to suggest the most horrible retribution!” She stalked around the room. “It’s not easy having a good time. Even smiling makes my face ache. When people get presents, they should be the right ones to begin with! None of this running back to the market to return everything and buy what you really wanted!” Georgi walked over to the stereo and put in her favorite CD - “Jennabard sings Christmas” (which includes such holiday favorites as Hark the Fallen Devas Sing and Gandolf the Red-Nosed Centaur - only $16.99 if you order now!)
“No, no. You girls have it all wrong.” said a diaphanous form that floated down from the ceiling. “Christmas is the best time of year to give as good as you get, if you know what I mean. I am the Ghost of Christmas Sex.” Vivien settled to the floor, wearing a loose tank top and an impossibly short skirt, all made from thin, translucent red cloth and trimmed in white fur. Her small red hat had a white pom-pom on the end. Every breeze in the room lifted the hem of her skirt higher. “The long dark nights are just perfect for a little hanky-panky! It’s the best present to give and to get!” She giggled like a Tickle Me Elmo doll, jiggling just enough that her tank top slid off her shoulders and down to her waist. “Oops,” she tittered, letting all of her clothing fall off of her body, “I guess I was just meant to be naked.”
“I’m more comfortable that way too!” said Dragon Wench, leaving a pile of clothing on the floor.
“This is degenerating quickly. We had better get on with it,” Georgi said.
“I am the Ghost of Virtuous Christmas Love,” Loner said, appearing in a blinding flash of white light. Her silver chainmail gleamed and reflected countless colors of light. A serene smile spread across her face as she turned to Thantor, “I used to be cynical too, like you, Thantor. But I am here to give you the most important.....” She stopped mid-sentence, her eyes widening. Kramor had walked into the room, tall and robust. Polished golden armor and a glint to his smile, he only had eyes for Loner. “Er, never mind Thantor,” Loner said, “You’re on your own now, buddy.” With that, Loner hooked her arm in Kramor’s elbow, and the two left the room.
“Hey!” Thantor called, “What was so important?” Dejected, he turned back to the remaining three spirits. “Look. This is Faerun. A pseudo medieval world that has no concept of Christmas. I mean shouldn’t we be electing a King of the Beans or throwing clams at the rising sun or something?”
The three spirits looked at each other. “Okay, you asked for it,” they sighed as they all stepped back, leaving space in the center of the floor.
“I am the Ghost of Winter Solstice,” Yshania said, rising up from the oaken floor. Dressed in a simple brown hooded robe, she began an intricate dance, celebrating the longest night of the year and imploring the sun to rise again. A swooping movement of her arm and her sleeve caught on a nearby lamp, sending it crashing to the ground. Another movement knocked a table over into a set of shelves. Yshania’s dance ended when she tripped on the hem of her robe and went flying toward the fireplace, only to be caught by a quick-thinking Georgi. Meanwhile, a decorative mace rolled off the topmost shelf and fell, bouncing off the table and landing squarely in Thantor’s lap.
“Oh God!” Thantor groaned, clutching his groin.
“Yeah, it was pretty bad, wasn’t it?” said a voice from beside Thantor. His eyes widened in fright as he saw a terrible apparition slumped beside him on the couch. “Darkpoet! You scared the ****ens out of me!” Thantor exclaimed, “Hey, wait a minute. Gwally said there would be five spirits, and you make six!”
“No, no.” Darkpoet said, waving his hand, “I don’t count. I’m just a plain old ghost, here for the show. And I must say, I’ve seen better shows in the hot tub up stairs.”
“Hot tub?” Vivien said, “That sound like a good idea to me!”
“Me too!” Dragon Wench exclaimed.
“Y’know, a long soak in the tub would do me quite a bit of good as well.” Georgi said while stripping off her armor and following the other two naked ghosts upstairs. “Ysh? DP? You coming?”
“Yeah, yeah. Just a sec.” Ysh said while struggling to get out of her robe.
“I’ll go make some Snickerdoodles and be right there,” called Darkpoet.
Thus Thantor was left alone to stare at the dying embers of the fire. He mulled over the events of the evening, sipping a hot toddy. Cold winter nights certainly brought out the strangest things....
That there; exactly the kinda diversion we coulda used.
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Gwally you have truly been graced by the muse today, most inspired ROFLMAO!!!!
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@Gwally: As usual, a stroke of genius. Bravo....
"The goose... the one in the butcher's window. Is it... is it.... " Thantor woke with a start, having dozed off by the fire. Reaching up hastily to pat his head, he was relived to find he had been abducted by some bizarre (but not completely unpleasant) dream and there was no nightcap on his head. He made a mental note to steer clear of Gwally's pumpkin seeds in the future.
Finding it was only mid-afternoon, he rose, stretched, and started to head off to the kitchen when he remembered Georgi. Rubbing his jaw ruefully, he wondered if he could still catch her before she joined Simbul and the others. Heading up to her room, he was just in time to witness an arrow fly across the corridor. He ran up the rest of the steps and headed into the room the arrow came from, only to find an open window with a view of Nippy's target range. He gingerly stepped out onto the balcony and caught site of Nippy and Gwally having a conversation. "Would either of you know anything about an arrow that just flew through here?" Thantor said, with mock seriousness.
Nippy looked up sheepishly and answered, "Sorry Thantor. I'm still working on mastering this bow."
"Well, the keep will withstand your practicing, Master Nippy, but consider what will happen to the view around here if all our members had walk around fully armored for fear of their lives."
Looking directly at him, Gwally retorted, "For some of our members, a set of full plate mail could be an improvement." All three men smiled. Gwally continued, "By the way, Thantor, it might not be a bad idea for all of us to get together at some point to discuss strategy. I don't think we should leave all of this in Simbul's hands. For one, she does not seemed to be all that knowledgeable about our skills and capabilities."
"I agree Gwally. Let's set something up for tonight. I will let Simbul know it will be a private meeting, so we can speak freely." Gwally and Nippy nodded their agreement.
"There is also someone new -- a ranger named Aleldar. I think he could be an asset to us," added Nippy. "He is the one who gave me the bow."
"Anyone who would give you a bow is in league with the forces of evil," Thantor chuckled. "However, I will look forward to meeting a fellow ranger. Have either of you seen Georgi by any chance?" Both men shook their heads, so Thantor bid them both goodbye and continued to make his way to Georgi's room.
"The goose... the one in the butcher's window. Is it... is it.... " Thantor woke with a start, having dozed off by the fire. Reaching up hastily to pat his head, he was relived to find he had been abducted by some bizarre (but not completely unpleasant) dream and there was no nightcap on his head. He made a mental note to steer clear of Gwally's pumpkin seeds in the future.
Finding it was only mid-afternoon, he rose, stretched, and started to head off to the kitchen when he remembered Georgi. Rubbing his jaw ruefully, he wondered if he could still catch her before she joined Simbul and the others. Heading up to her room, he was just in time to witness an arrow fly across the corridor. He ran up the rest of the steps and headed into the room the arrow came from, only to find an open window with a view of Nippy's target range. He gingerly stepped out onto the balcony and caught site of Nippy and Gwally having a conversation. "Would either of you know anything about an arrow that just flew through here?" Thantor said, with mock seriousness.
Nippy looked up sheepishly and answered, "Sorry Thantor. I'm still working on mastering this bow."
"Well, the keep will withstand your practicing, Master Nippy, but consider what will happen to the view around here if all our members had walk around fully armored for fear of their lives."
Looking directly at him, Gwally retorted, "For some of our members, a set of full plate mail could be an improvement." All three men smiled. Gwally continued, "By the way, Thantor, it might not be a bad idea for all of us to get together at some point to discuss strategy. I don't think we should leave all of this in Simbul's hands. For one, she does not seemed to be all that knowledgeable about our skills and capabilities."
"I agree Gwally. Let's set something up for tonight. I will let Simbul know it will be a private meeting, so we can speak freely." Gwally and Nippy nodded their agreement.
"There is also someone new -- a ranger named Aleldar. I think he could be an asset to us," added Nippy. "He is the one who gave me the bow."
"Anyone who would give you a bow is in league with the forces of evil," Thantor chuckled. "However, I will look forward to meeting a fellow ranger. Have either of you seen Georgi by any chance?" Both men shook their heads, so Thantor bid them both goodbye and continued to make his way to Georgi's room.
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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As Jenna departed Dragon Wench glanced at Jerren. Her mind numbed by this encounter with her friend, and the multi-layered events she had recently experienced, Dragon Wench yawned. Smiling sleepily at Jerren, she motioned the way upstairs, indicating the need for rest.
"We had better sleep if we want to practice spells, and live through this coming battle she murmured soberly."
Jerren nodded his agreement, and together they ascended the stairs. As she entered her room, Dragon Wench felt herself begin to sway from utter exhaustion, rapidly she moved towards her bed where she collapsed into a crumpled heap. Following, Jerren stretched out beside her. Before Dragon Wench really had a chance to consider how long it had been since she had slept alongside her lover, the molten darkness of slumber descended, and succumbing to it's seductive tendrils, she embraced the inner recesses of her unconscious soul.
"We had better sleep if we want to practice spells, and live through this coming battle she murmured soberly."
Jerren nodded his agreement, and together they ascended the stairs. As she entered her room, Dragon Wench felt herself begin to sway from utter exhaustion, rapidly she moved towards her bed where she collapsed into a crumpled heap. Following, Jerren stretched out beside her. Before Dragon Wench really had a chance to consider how long it had been since she had slept alongside her lover, the molten darkness of slumber descended, and succumbing to it's seductive tendrils, she embraced the inner recesses of her unconscious soul.
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Vivien walked up to her rooftop garden, she had always enjoyed looking at the scenery, it calmed her, and brought the peace nothing else could. Looking towards the nearby forest. An Owl could be seen slowly circling above it. As if looking for something. But surely it could not hope to spot something to eat on the forest floor, so what was it looking for. Suddenly it dived too the ground, out of sight. An owl hunting by daylight in a forest, well it isn’t the strangest thing I’ve seen lately, but strange it is. And as quickly as the thoughts had entered her mind, they disappeared again, once again thinking about the matters at hand.
***
My old friend landed on my shoulder, greeting me like she always had.
Mirvota: “May your path shine as bright”
Gatok: “As the stars at night. How are you old friend?”
Mirvota: “I am good, not as young as I used to be, but I can still spot a mouse from a mile away, so I think I’ll live a bit longer, but I doubt I’ll outlive you.” And they laughed, and if anybody would have been around to hear it, they would surely have thought it to be a strange sound indeed. “I have much to tell you, although the Earth has probably told you much of it already.”
And so we talked. And my old friend was right, I knew most of it already, too those who listen, the Earth will tell much, but apparently not even the Earth knew all there was to know about the events unfolding. Or maybe I just hadn’t listened closely enough.
Gatok: “Old friend, although I’ve grown to be an observer, like yourself, I feel the time has once again come, to play a more active role. I’m all out of Tia, my bottle of Baileys is almost empty, and I haven’t given a good back rub ……”
Mirvota; “Ahem …”
Gatok: “I am sorry my friend, although I’m old, some things never age. But then I imagine, you haven’t had one” His face showing an almost evil grin. “even half as good as mine, since the last time we met.”
Mirvota: “I don’t remember them to be that good”
Some of the younger trees, who where listening to the conversation, found it to be, at the very least, a bit disturbing. A half-giant giving back rubes to an owl. But the older trees showed a smile, looking at the reunion of two old friends, who where both older then even the oldest of trees in this forest. But who where youthful enough to play like two young kittens. And as their own youth came flooding back to them.
Gatok: “Perhaps old age is getting to you after all, I remember you being quite fond of them, but let’s continue this conversation over a nice meal, and something to drink.”
And so we moved too a small clearing not far ahead, where on a tree trunk some white bread a jar of honey and a jar of butter awaited us. I turned to her, with a smile, she knows me well I thought. The magic could be felt as she walked over to me, with a brown bottle in her hand, which contained a greyish brown liquid. And so we sat and ate and drank, and we talked about the more pleasant things in life, for it had been long since we last saw each other. And as I looked at the sky when there was a moment of silence. I could see the new morning approaching and I realised it was time to tend too the task at hand.
Gatok: “I will ask you to do something for me. I think some form of an introduction to the Flames is necessary. They have been through much,” But the only image that entered my mind clearly was that of Gwalchmai, a kitchen table and two bright Flames. But as I once again looked at my old friend, the pleasant thought was replaced by a sadness that had not left me, since I last saw her, and never would. “and my appearance may startle them.”
Mirvota: “Is that the only reason, you want me to go to them first, an introduction to the wonderful world that is you.”
The sarcasm in her voice could not be ignored. The last time I asked her to do something for me, I hadn’t been there when she returned, but it had been so long ago, and we both knew there was no other way, but still my heart jumped of joy, to see that she still felt so strongly, about life’s cruel joke. So I further explained my plans to her.
Gatok: “Knowing their response to what I ask you to tell them, will, I hope, give me some aid in deciding how they can benefit the most from my aid.”
***
Both Gwalchmai and Vivien where enjoying the peace and the view of Vivien’s rooftop garden. Looking once more in the direction of the forest. Vivien suddenly looked up, to see an owl circling above her, slowly descending.
Vivien: “It’s the same bird I saw yesterday, a strange sight it was, circling above the forest, as if looking for something, or someone.”
Gwalchmai: “I wonder if it hopes to find whatever it is looking for over here.”
Mirvota: “No I don’t, for I have already found him. You are right Vivien, I was looking for someone, and old friend of mine.”
Gwalchmai: “What….”
Mirvota: “Sleep Gwalchmai, sleep and listen”
An owl that could speak the common tongue, and make Gwalchmai shut his yap with a single word, this would surely need an explanation. But as Vivien opened her mouth to ask for it. The owl continued talking as she heard in her mind; “Time, time will tell” And so she decided to just listen, listen to the strange bird that was now sitting in front of her.
Mirvota: “The winds had whispered of him, the trees where slowly remembering the songs that had once been sung about him. And the Earth already murmured about his coming weeks ago. And I was eager to see him, it had been long, much too long.”
Vivien could see a hint of sadness quickly moving over her face, but it was gone, when she continued.
Mirvota: “And then I found him. Looking the same as last time, and I will tell you of what I saw, and of that which you will see. He’s a big man, standing taller then most humans, but his form was not that of a human, he looked more like a giant crossed with a dwarf. Well that was the first thing to enter my mind when I first saw him, and if have yet to find a better description. His sheer size made an ogre look like an elf, when standing next to him. He was wearing a cape, the same greyish cape he had worn when I first met him. Under the hood of the cape, the face of a young man could be seen, but it didn't go too well with the troubled look of his grey eyes, and the length of his beard. He wore black leather armour, or so it appeared. I think it will be all right if I tell you a bit more about the armour, but the story of why it was made I will leave up to him. The armour was made out of three layers, the first layer was the first because it would have made even the calmest of paladins weep and attack in rage. It was made of the skin of a silver dragon. The second layer was dwarven chain, he had crafted himself, and if not for the last layer many a rune could have been seen upon it. The third layer was made of the skin of a black dragon. The combined thickness of the armour made him look even bulkier then he already was. And it would have made an impressive sight, if he had walked upright. But he walked like an old wizard on his final journey, leaning heavily on his staff made of grey wood. Two hammers hang on his belt, blacker then the blackest of nights, one engraved with the rune of making, one with the rune of unmaking.”
Vivien: “Who is he?”
She was more interested in me than in the armour I wear or the weapons I carry. I had hoped as much but hadn’t been sure, until then. I hoped the others would have a similar response.
Mirvota: “I will tell what little I know, he is ancient, older then the birth of the humans, but younger than the mountains, and that is all he has told anyone about his age, and it would be wise, not to ask him about it, unless you have a lot of free time on your hands. Not even Thantor can rival his art of endless discussions about things mystical and philosophical. But knowing you I should tell you a bit more, your curiosity is widely known. For some immortality seems like a divine dream, but for those who are, it becomes a nightmare. He has seen more battles then you have years, he has lost more friends then you have fingers, he has seen more death than a forest has trees. But you will know, when you look into his eyes, what I mean. Both he and Waverly could probably tell you a bit more about the blessing turning curse, but I will not. He was created from magic, so much so, that the magic that created him is not a part of him, but he is a part of the magic. Why, how, and for what purpose he was created, not even he knows. He was raised by dwarves, in the time they had not travelled outside the mountains that where there home, it was they who taught him the power of the forge, and it was there that he forged his hammers. But details about these times are vague and long forgotten, even by him. For he outlived them all, and seeing the grandchildren of your brother die, is something nobody should have to experience. It was then that the wish for an end too his life first appeared. Even back then he felt stretched, almost torn apart, surely he was not meant to live this long. He wished too die, but with honour, and so he fought, fought in many a battle against evil. His dwarven upbringing can be thanked for this. If he had fought without honour and against good the world would surely have been a different place. Although they are now long forgotten, many a song has been written in his honour. Using his sorrow and despair to throw him into a rage, not unlike that of the battleraggers of today, but uncontrolled, and not too survive but too die, he fought ferociously and claimed many a life. It never worked as it was truly intended and he always survived. So he left the way of the warrior, for seeing so many being granted the gift he craved for, didn’t do his mind much good. His mind a stretched out mess filled with death, destruction and the craving for his own, he took long to recover.”
Mirvota paused a little, rethinking all she had told.
Mirvota “I’m telling too much already, he will tell more if he thinks it’s necessary. But the following must be told. He travelled long and far and learned much, about both nature and himself. And with age came both wisdom and calmness. For he realised the irony, that many a man wanted to be, that which brought all who where, so much sorrow and grief. He joined a group of elves, realising that they would understand him better than most. He knew much about what had happened to them while he was travelling. Listening to the Earth had always come natural to him. And he learned much from the elves, after he had earned their trust.”
And with a smile on her face she continued.
Mirvota: “And a small library could be filled with stories of that time. But now, I must go, he will not like that I’ve told so much.”
Vivien: “But what’s his name?”
Mirvota: “Gatok”
And with that she flew of, back towards the forest.
Upon hearing that name Gwachlmai woke up, clearly remembering his dream of Vivien talking with an owl about some old dude called Gatok. Looking at Vivien she seemed to be in deep thought, and their conversation could wait a bit longer, so he decided to leave her alone for a while. His head turned as he walked away, only to see the owl from his dream flying away. The only thing anyone could get out of him the next few hours, kind of resembled; “I’m going mad”. But everybody knew that that couldn’t be true, he had been mad for quite some time.
***
Gatok: “How did it go?”
Mirvota: “Can’t you at least wait until after, I know you’re eager to leave me again. But you could be decent about it, you owe me that much.”
My very core, the essence of my being, felt as if had been torn apart, ripped to pieces, and crushed by the violence of a horde of stampeding dragons. Never before had I felt such pain, and we had shared so much of it already. And the trees watched an old man age before their very eyes, before there had still been some colour in his beard, but now, now it was gone.
Gatok: “You know I don’t want to leave you. If it was possible I would stay. Oh, how I want to stay with you. But I can’t, I have tried, you know this, I’ve tried for so long, but I cannot join you. They still don’t allow it. Why do you torment me so?”
Mirvota: “I’m sorry my friend, seeing you again has brought me great joy, how I have longed for you. But what you say is true. I do not wish to torment you. For they have done so, more than enough.”
And as I looked at her, once again assuming her true form. I felt my love and admiration still growing every second I spent with her, but so did the pain. And I cursed, I cursed my creator, and I cursed my own immortality, as I had done so many times before. But it would not help, it never had and never will. I would not die, I would never join her. I had asked every God who’s name was known, and they had all answered the same. And I had cursed them all for it. My life would not end, so it did not matter, what they thought of me. They could not destroy me, for then I would have my wish, and my love. They where powerless to stop me. And as my mind was ragging I felt my sanity slipping. But like she had done so many a time before.
Mirvota: “Come back to me, my friend. You have a task, maybe it’s your final one.”
Gatok: “May it be so.”
She had preserved my sanity, something only the sound of her voice could do. It could wake the dead, but if only it could slay the living. I couldn’t suppress a smile, and seeing it, neither could she. I grabbed her tightly, and we both cried, one eye crying tears of short lived joy, and the other those of eternal pain. And then she spoke the words I had not expected to hear for at least another day.
Mirvota: “I must leave, I am sorry, I just couldn’t wait to see you, so I came too soon. I will miss you. With eternal love. May your path shine as bright.”
Gatok: “As the stars at night, goodbye my friend.”
And as the last word left my throat, she had already disappeared.
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My old friend landed on my shoulder, greeting me like she always had.
Mirvota: “May your path shine as bright”
Gatok: “As the stars at night. How are you old friend?”
Mirvota: “I am good, not as young as I used to be, but I can still spot a mouse from a mile away, so I think I’ll live a bit longer, but I doubt I’ll outlive you.” And they laughed, and if anybody would have been around to hear it, they would surely have thought it to be a strange sound indeed. “I have much to tell you, although the Earth has probably told you much of it already.”
And so we talked. And my old friend was right, I knew most of it already, too those who listen, the Earth will tell much, but apparently not even the Earth knew all there was to know about the events unfolding. Or maybe I just hadn’t listened closely enough.
Gatok: “Old friend, although I’ve grown to be an observer, like yourself, I feel the time has once again come, to play a more active role. I’m all out of Tia, my bottle of Baileys is almost empty, and I haven’t given a good back rub ……”
Mirvota; “Ahem …”
Gatok: “I am sorry my friend, although I’m old, some things never age. But then I imagine, you haven’t had one” His face showing an almost evil grin. “even half as good as mine, since the last time we met.”
Mirvota: “I don’t remember them to be that good”
Some of the younger trees, who where listening to the conversation, found it to be, at the very least, a bit disturbing. A half-giant giving back rubes to an owl. But the older trees showed a smile, looking at the reunion of two old friends, who where both older then even the oldest of trees in this forest. But who where youthful enough to play like two young kittens. And as their own youth came flooding back to them.
Gatok: “Perhaps old age is getting to you after all, I remember you being quite fond of them, but let’s continue this conversation over a nice meal, and something to drink.”
And so we moved too a small clearing not far ahead, where on a tree trunk some white bread a jar of honey and a jar of butter awaited us. I turned to her, with a smile, she knows me well I thought. The magic could be felt as she walked over to me, with a brown bottle in her hand, which contained a greyish brown liquid. And so we sat and ate and drank, and we talked about the more pleasant things in life, for it had been long since we last saw each other. And as I looked at the sky when there was a moment of silence. I could see the new morning approaching and I realised it was time to tend too the task at hand.
Gatok: “I will ask you to do something for me. I think some form of an introduction to the Flames is necessary. They have been through much,” But the only image that entered my mind clearly was that of Gwalchmai, a kitchen table and two bright Flames. But as I once again looked at my old friend, the pleasant thought was replaced by a sadness that had not left me, since I last saw her, and never would. “and my appearance may startle them.”
Mirvota: “Is that the only reason, you want me to go to them first, an introduction to the wonderful world that is you.”
The sarcasm in her voice could not be ignored. The last time I asked her to do something for me, I hadn’t been there when she returned, but it had been so long ago, and we both knew there was no other way, but still my heart jumped of joy, to see that she still felt so strongly, about life’s cruel joke. So I further explained my plans to her.
Gatok: “Knowing their response to what I ask you to tell them, will, I hope, give me some aid in deciding how they can benefit the most from my aid.”
***
Both Gwalchmai and Vivien where enjoying the peace and the view of Vivien’s rooftop garden. Looking once more in the direction of the forest. Vivien suddenly looked up, to see an owl circling above her, slowly descending.
Vivien: “It’s the same bird I saw yesterday, a strange sight it was, circling above the forest, as if looking for something, or someone.”
Gwalchmai: “I wonder if it hopes to find whatever it is looking for over here.”
Mirvota: “No I don’t, for I have already found him. You are right Vivien, I was looking for someone, and old friend of mine.”
Gwalchmai: “What….”
Mirvota: “Sleep Gwalchmai, sleep and listen”
An owl that could speak the common tongue, and make Gwalchmai shut his yap with a single word, this would surely need an explanation. But as Vivien opened her mouth to ask for it. The owl continued talking as she heard in her mind; “Time, time will tell” And so she decided to just listen, listen to the strange bird that was now sitting in front of her.
Mirvota: “The winds had whispered of him, the trees where slowly remembering the songs that had once been sung about him. And the Earth already murmured about his coming weeks ago. And I was eager to see him, it had been long, much too long.”
Vivien could see a hint of sadness quickly moving over her face, but it was gone, when she continued.
Mirvota: “And then I found him. Looking the same as last time, and I will tell you of what I saw, and of that which you will see. He’s a big man, standing taller then most humans, but his form was not that of a human, he looked more like a giant crossed with a dwarf. Well that was the first thing to enter my mind when I first saw him, and if have yet to find a better description. His sheer size made an ogre look like an elf, when standing next to him. He was wearing a cape, the same greyish cape he had worn when I first met him. Under the hood of the cape, the face of a young man could be seen, but it didn't go too well with the troubled look of his grey eyes, and the length of his beard. He wore black leather armour, or so it appeared. I think it will be all right if I tell you a bit more about the armour, but the story of why it was made I will leave up to him. The armour was made out of three layers, the first layer was the first because it would have made even the calmest of paladins weep and attack in rage. It was made of the skin of a silver dragon. The second layer was dwarven chain, he had crafted himself, and if not for the last layer many a rune could have been seen upon it. The third layer was made of the skin of a black dragon. The combined thickness of the armour made him look even bulkier then he already was. And it would have made an impressive sight, if he had walked upright. But he walked like an old wizard on his final journey, leaning heavily on his staff made of grey wood. Two hammers hang on his belt, blacker then the blackest of nights, one engraved with the rune of making, one with the rune of unmaking.”
Vivien: “Who is he?”
She was more interested in me than in the armour I wear or the weapons I carry. I had hoped as much but hadn’t been sure, until then. I hoped the others would have a similar response.
Mirvota: “I will tell what little I know, he is ancient, older then the birth of the humans, but younger than the mountains, and that is all he has told anyone about his age, and it would be wise, not to ask him about it, unless you have a lot of free time on your hands. Not even Thantor can rival his art of endless discussions about things mystical and philosophical. But knowing you I should tell you a bit more, your curiosity is widely known. For some immortality seems like a divine dream, but for those who are, it becomes a nightmare. He has seen more battles then you have years, he has lost more friends then you have fingers, he has seen more death than a forest has trees. But you will know, when you look into his eyes, what I mean. Both he and Waverly could probably tell you a bit more about the blessing turning curse, but I will not. He was created from magic, so much so, that the magic that created him is not a part of him, but he is a part of the magic. Why, how, and for what purpose he was created, not even he knows. He was raised by dwarves, in the time they had not travelled outside the mountains that where there home, it was they who taught him the power of the forge, and it was there that he forged his hammers. But details about these times are vague and long forgotten, even by him. For he outlived them all, and seeing the grandchildren of your brother die, is something nobody should have to experience. It was then that the wish for an end too his life first appeared. Even back then he felt stretched, almost torn apart, surely he was not meant to live this long. He wished too die, but with honour, and so he fought, fought in many a battle against evil. His dwarven upbringing can be thanked for this. If he had fought without honour and against good the world would surely have been a different place. Although they are now long forgotten, many a song has been written in his honour. Using his sorrow and despair to throw him into a rage, not unlike that of the battleraggers of today, but uncontrolled, and not too survive but too die, he fought ferociously and claimed many a life. It never worked as it was truly intended and he always survived. So he left the way of the warrior, for seeing so many being granted the gift he craved for, didn’t do his mind much good. His mind a stretched out mess filled with death, destruction and the craving for his own, he took long to recover.”
Mirvota paused a little, rethinking all she had told.
Mirvota “I’m telling too much already, he will tell more if he thinks it’s necessary. But the following must be told. He travelled long and far and learned much, about both nature and himself. And with age came both wisdom and calmness. For he realised the irony, that many a man wanted to be, that which brought all who where, so much sorrow and grief. He joined a group of elves, realising that they would understand him better than most. He knew much about what had happened to them while he was travelling. Listening to the Earth had always come natural to him. And he learned much from the elves, after he had earned their trust.”
And with a smile on her face she continued.
Mirvota: “And a small library could be filled with stories of that time. But now, I must go, he will not like that I’ve told so much.”
Vivien: “But what’s his name?”
Mirvota: “Gatok”
And with that she flew of, back towards the forest.
Upon hearing that name Gwachlmai woke up, clearly remembering his dream of Vivien talking with an owl about some old dude called Gatok. Looking at Vivien she seemed to be in deep thought, and their conversation could wait a bit longer, so he decided to leave her alone for a while. His head turned as he walked away, only to see the owl from his dream flying away. The only thing anyone could get out of him the next few hours, kind of resembled; “I’m going mad”. But everybody knew that that couldn’t be true, he had been mad for quite some time.
***
Gatok: “How did it go?”
Mirvota: “Can’t you at least wait until after, I know you’re eager to leave me again. But you could be decent about it, you owe me that much.”
My very core, the essence of my being, felt as if had been torn apart, ripped to pieces, and crushed by the violence of a horde of stampeding dragons. Never before had I felt such pain, and we had shared so much of it already. And the trees watched an old man age before their very eyes, before there had still been some colour in his beard, but now, now it was gone.
Gatok: “You know I don’t want to leave you. If it was possible I would stay. Oh, how I want to stay with you. But I can’t, I have tried, you know this, I’ve tried for so long, but I cannot join you. They still don’t allow it. Why do you torment me so?”
Mirvota: “I’m sorry my friend, seeing you again has brought me great joy, how I have longed for you. But what you say is true. I do not wish to torment you. For they have done so, more than enough.”
And as I looked at her, once again assuming her true form. I felt my love and admiration still growing every second I spent with her, but so did the pain. And I cursed, I cursed my creator, and I cursed my own immortality, as I had done so many times before. But it would not help, it never had and never will. I would not die, I would never join her. I had asked every God who’s name was known, and they had all answered the same. And I had cursed them all for it. My life would not end, so it did not matter, what they thought of me. They could not destroy me, for then I would have my wish, and my love. They where powerless to stop me. And as my mind was ragging I felt my sanity slipping. But like she had done so many a time before.
Mirvota: “Come back to me, my friend. You have a task, maybe it’s your final one.”
Gatok: “May it be so.”
She had preserved my sanity, something only the sound of her voice could do. It could wake the dead, but if only it could slay the living. I couldn’t suppress a smile, and seeing it, neither could she. I grabbed her tightly, and we both cried, one eye crying tears of short lived joy, and the other those of eternal pain. And then she spoke the words I had not expected to hear for at least another day.
Mirvota: “I must leave, I am sorry, I just couldn’t wait to see you, so I came too soon. I will miss you. With eternal love. May your path shine as bright.”
Gatok: “As the stars at night, goodbye my friend.”
And as the last word left my throat, she had already disappeared.
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Dragon Wench stirred and opened her eyes. Feeling Jerren near her she felt a sense of relief.....In the fuzziness between waking and sleeping, she had nearly believed that his return was simply a phantasm, or another dream from which she would emerge, clutching an aching void rather than the flesh and blood form of her lover.
At her motion, Jerren mumbled something and pulled her close.
"We need to get out of bed," she whispered softly.
Waking more fully, he stretched and whispered into her ear, "do we have to?"
Longing etching her every feature, she turned to look at him, and gently touched his face. Then, steeling herself, she rose and walked to the window.
Light was slowly fading, and a chill emanated from the glass. Dragon Wench knelt near her trunk and found something warm for both her and Jerren.
After pulling on clothing, they went downstairs, stepping outside to clear the still clinging cobwebs of sleep.....
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At her motion, Jerren mumbled something and pulled her close.
"We need to get out of bed," she whispered softly.
Waking more fully, he stretched and whispered into her ear, "do we have to?"
Longing etching her every feature, she turned to look at him, and gently touched his face. Then, steeling herself, she rose and walked to the window.
Light was slowly fading, and a chill emanated from the glass. Dragon Wench knelt near her trunk and found something warm for both her and Jerren.
After pulling on clothing, they went downstairs, stepping outside to clear the still clinging cobwebs of sleep.....
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As Thantor ascended the stairs, he became aware of a growing sense of unease. He stopped, glancing about for anything obvious. There was nothing. Putting his back to the wall, he closed his eyes and began a series of mundra breaths design to quickly bring him into place of hyper-alertness. His sense of himself expanded to include the keep, almost as a part of his body. Again, there was nothing. Continuing to expand his awareness, he moved out into the grounds. It was then he found it, like a blacken tendril oozing up from the earth.... in the garden. His eyes snapped open. It was a trap!
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Taking her leave of Vivien, Yshania headed back to the keep. She had intended to seek out Thantor and Gwalchmai to discuss how their cleric skills may be of use to Simbul.
On entering the halls, however, she had felt a sudden unexplained malaise that stopped her in her tracks, like a black veil descending. She stood by the door…leaning on the jamb for support. What was this? …fear gripped her…as her vision started to waver, spectral fingers reached out as old ghosts swam before her, their mouths agape with unheard screams. Gritting her teeth and squeezing her eyes shut, she fought the grief... and the horror, until eventually it started to subside… leaving her feeling sick and disorientated. Was this the work of Simbul? Was this the start of some challenge?
Trying desperately to compose herself, she realised she was weeping. She took a minute, leaning against the doorframe, to catch her breath. Turning her head she looked outside.
At first glance, everything was as crisp and calm as it had been when she had shared the bench with Vivien…the autumnal colours vibrant, the sunlight watery but warm…but as she turned her gaze towards the clearing beyond the gardens, she noticed the trees had started to whisper their response to a rising wind…yet the garden remained a still oasis…
Frightened, yet intrigued, she pushed herself away from the door and walked almost trance like towards the clearing. On arriving, she dropped to her knees and raised her face to the skies…challenging the Simbul, if this was who was controlling, to test her now.
On entering the halls, however, she had felt a sudden unexplained malaise that stopped her in her tracks, like a black veil descending. She stood by the door…leaning on the jamb for support. What was this? …fear gripped her…as her vision started to waver, spectral fingers reached out as old ghosts swam before her, their mouths agape with unheard screams. Gritting her teeth and squeezing her eyes shut, she fought the grief... and the horror, until eventually it started to subside… leaving her feeling sick and disorientated. Was this the work of Simbul? Was this the start of some challenge?
Trying desperately to compose herself, she realised she was weeping. She took a minute, leaning against the doorframe, to catch her breath. Turning her head she looked outside.
At first glance, everything was as crisp and calm as it had been when she had shared the bench with Vivien…the autumnal colours vibrant, the sunlight watery but warm…but as she turned her gaze towards the clearing beyond the gardens, she noticed the trees had started to whisper their response to a rising wind…yet the garden remained a still oasis…
Frightened, yet intrigued, she pushed herself away from the door and walked almost trance like towards the clearing. On arriving, she dropped to her knees and raised her face to the skies…challenging the Simbul, if this was who was controlling, to test her now.
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Charging out the main door, Thantor caught sight of Gwalchmai coming up the path to his left as he drew his maces out of their holders. "Gwalchmai... to me!" Without a second thought, Gwalchmai responded, quickly catching up to Thantor.
"Situation?" Gwalchmai asked, focused and intense.
"We have a breach. In the garden," Thantor answered grimly.
"Situation?" Gwalchmai asked, focused and intense.
"We have a breach. In the garden," Thantor answered grimly.
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At first, nothing happened...the wind had dropped almost as if distracted…the sun seemed to shine deceivingly brighter. Momentarily, Yshania was lulled into a false sense of security…she smiled, wondering if she may have proven herself for now…
Then she felt the unease start to grow…alert she tipped her head. The birds were not singing here, though she could hear them in the distant garden, their songs in this glade were choked and forgotten…there was no rustle in the hedgerows…no scent to the grass…the autumn leaves here were already crisp and brown…unlike the beautiful burnt colours of the gardens…something was poisoning…something here felt desperate and bitter.
Suddenly she was hit by a force that lifted her off her knees then dropped her heavily.
Terrified, she began to crawl backwards out of the glade…this was not Simbul she was sure of it now, this was some dark and furious magic at work. She was hit a second time…the images that had burned each time had been powerful…more so than the similar images she had suffered some moons earlier that had kept her awake and mourning. As the wind began to rise rapidly, she heard it’s howl, and the screams it carried…the screams of the lost and the lonely…
Then she felt the unease start to grow…alert she tipped her head. The birds were not singing here, though she could hear them in the distant garden, their songs in this glade were choked and forgotten…there was no rustle in the hedgerows…no scent to the grass…the autumn leaves here were already crisp and brown…unlike the beautiful burnt colours of the gardens…something was poisoning…something here felt desperate and bitter.
Suddenly she was hit by a force that lifted her off her knees then dropped her heavily.
Terrified, she began to crawl backwards out of the glade…this was not Simbul she was sure of it now, this was some dark and furious magic at work. She was hit a second time…the images that had burned each time had been powerful…more so than the similar images she had suffered some moons earlier that had kept her awake and mourning. As the wind began to rise rapidly, she heard it’s howl, and the screams it carried…the screams of the lost and the lonely…
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Guinness, black goes with everything.
Guinness, black goes with everything.
Coming into the glade, Thantor and Gwalchmai looked on in horror as Yshania was tossed like a rag doll by an invisible force. Thantor instantly cast Chaotic Commands, praying that Yshania was not already under the power of some sort of mind control and Gwalchmai followed quickly with Nature's Beauty. Knowing his maces were useless here, Thantor returned them to their holders and began a series of intricate kata movement, weaving a pattern of protective ki. He was suddenly aware of a boiling storm at his back and as he turned abruptly to face this new menace, he saw Simbul levitating in the air, her hair flowing around her in a chaotic tangle, her eyes blazing with fury. Below her, both Vivien and Jennabard moved into position with Vivien casting True Sight and Jenna casting Death Spell. In his mind, Thantor received the distinct impression of Simbul reaching out and locking onto something's neck like a vice. Following her lead, Thantor focused on the image and released a Mind Blast .... screams.... then silence.
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Fighting the control, Yshania was oblivious to the company. Each time she was hit she tried to drag the images into perspective…they were distorted and fighting recognition but simultaneously wanting to be acknowledged. The features swam in and out, taking various forms, but she was only receiving the strongest signals each time the force slammed into her….as she was dropped…the visions receded, leaving only darkness and a desperate sense of forboding…
She turned off from the physical pain as she invited the spirit to declare it’s intentions…to show itself…it hit her again…she began to succumb to it’s pain, it’s anger, it’s tragedy…she was losing, it’s insistence was way too powerful…
Suddenly there was a wrench, then momentary calm. She was floating…the pain receding. Opening her eyes, she realised she was of no substance, and looking down she observed as her mortal form was tossed around, again and again. She felt she was fading into a vacuum…but the peace here wrapped around her…welcoming…deceiving…
Then a new force took hold, pulling her spirit back, strong, warm and insistent...she reached out to it from the void...
‘Yshania!’
The call was weak at first…and she could barely hear it. The voice called her name again, a little louder this time, as she watched her body lifted and thrown again…Thantor?
A second voice called out to her…a female voice…Vivien? Then there were more voices..she recognised Gwalchmai, the calls gained strength, she felt their will as the clamour increased…she felt herself being drawn to them…she called back…increasingly desperate, they couldn’t hear her, she was sure…she was pushing the images of what she had seen back to them…calling for help…
Then it came. Like a thunderclap amidst the rising whirlwind of voices…
‘YSHANIA!!’ she focused on this new strength ‘Yshania, this is Simbul! You know what you must do!’
But she didn’t know what to do…this was a dream…a nightmare…
She turned off from the physical pain as she invited the spirit to declare it’s intentions…to show itself…it hit her again…she began to succumb to it’s pain, it’s anger, it’s tragedy…she was losing, it’s insistence was way too powerful…
Suddenly there was a wrench, then momentary calm. She was floating…the pain receding. Opening her eyes, she realised she was of no substance, and looking down she observed as her mortal form was tossed around, again and again. She felt she was fading into a vacuum…but the peace here wrapped around her…welcoming…deceiving…
Then a new force took hold, pulling her spirit back, strong, warm and insistent...she reached out to it from the void...
‘Yshania!’
The call was weak at first…and she could barely hear it. The voice called her name again, a little louder this time, as she watched her body lifted and thrown again…Thantor?
A second voice called out to her…a female voice…Vivien? Then there were more voices..she recognised Gwalchmai, the calls gained strength, she felt their will as the clamour increased…she felt herself being drawn to them…she called back…increasingly desperate, they couldn’t hear her, she was sure…she was pushing the images of what she had seen back to them…calling for help…
Then it came. Like a thunderclap amidst the rising whirlwind of voices…
‘YSHANIA!!’ she focused on this new strength ‘Yshania, this is Simbul! You know what you must do!’
But she didn’t know what to do…this was a dream…a nightmare…
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Guinness, black goes with everything.
Guinness, black goes with everything.
Dragon Wench and Jerren, drawn by the noise of battle, came running up to the group, weapons drawn. Seeing Yshania's prostrate form, Dragon Wench feared the worse yet she could bring herself...
"Is she dead?" Jerren asked quietly. Dragon Wench touched his shoulder, silently thanking him.
"No," answered Thantor, "but she will be if we do not aid her." He turned to Vivien. "I saw you and Yshania talking earlier. It appeared that the two of you are fairly close. Will you help me, Vivien? It could be dangerous." Up until this point, Vivien had felt helpless as she watched her friend being attacked by an invisible force that her magicks could not reveal. The thought that Yshania could die brought her close to tears. Fighting to control her emotions, she drew herself up to her full height and with more calm than she said felt she said, "Yes... tell me what you want me to do Thantor."
"We have company," Gwalchmai shouted from his position. The small party encircled Thantor, Vivien, and Yshania, as Jennabard cried, "I can't see them." Dragon Wench, who had been surveying the situation, noted the aura of True Sight around Vivien. Obviously there were no illusions at play but what if.... she reached out quickly and cast Glitterdust. Almost immediately a cloud of glittering gold revealed four figures, one of which had its hands to its face, apparently blinded. "Invisible Stalkers!" Jerren yelled racing at the one nearest him. Spell Squencers unloaded in three different directions as Magic Missiles and Greater Malison spells shot forth out the fingers of Simbul, Jenna, and Dragon Wench.
"We're losing her," Thantor pronounced cheerlessly to Vivien as he assessed her pulse. Images of the loss of Loner and Kramor's child flooded into his mind... that wasn't going to happen again. "Viv, all you need to do is act as my anchor. I am going to establish contact with both you and Yshania. Once that happens, the only goal is to get her spirit back into her body." Vivien nodded. Gathering himself, Thantor focused all his will on Yshania's mind, projecting Psychic Chirurgery. Vivien noticed the air between Yshania and Thantor begin to shimmer, similar to the way the air over a hot brazier looked. She saw the world around her begin to fade and she found herself floating in a vacuum... or a dream. She could see what looked like Thantor a ways above her and even further she could make out what looked like Yshania only... she was fading, dissolving into nothingness. Thantor was talking... no, communicating with her in some way and moving his hands but it didn't seem like it was doing any good. She began to feel panic, a sense that her friend was lost. No, she told herself, I need to focus. I need to help Thantor. As she began to do this, she began to feel calmer, more grounded. And... indignant . How dare these invisible things come here and attack her friend! Suddenly, Thantor was in front of her. "Go to her, Vivien. I've oriented and stablized her but she doesn't know me well enough to trust me."
"What... what do you want me to do?" Vivien asked uncertainly. "Get her to come back to the prime material plane. Drag her back if you have to," Thantor ordered. Not really sure how she was supposed to get all the way up to where Yshania was, she remembered the feeling of flying with her dragon. Mimicking his actions, she felt herself rising upward toward Yshania, hoping that she could reach her friend in time.
"Is she dead?" Jerren asked quietly. Dragon Wench touched his shoulder, silently thanking him.
"No," answered Thantor, "but she will be if we do not aid her." He turned to Vivien. "I saw you and Yshania talking earlier. It appeared that the two of you are fairly close. Will you help me, Vivien? It could be dangerous." Up until this point, Vivien had felt helpless as she watched her friend being attacked by an invisible force that her magicks could not reveal. The thought that Yshania could die brought her close to tears. Fighting to control her emotions, she drew herself up to her full height and with more calm than she said felt she said, "Yes... tell me what you want me to do Thantor."
"We have company," Gwalchmai shouted from his position. The small party encircled Thantor, Vivien, and Yshania, as Jennabard cried, "I can't see them." Dragon Wench, who had been surveying the situation, noted the aura of True Sight around Vivien. Obviously there were no illusions at play but what if.... she reached out quickly and cast Glitterdust. Almost immediately a cloud of glittering gold revealed four figures, one of which had its hands to its face, apparently blinded. "Invisible Stalkers!" Jerren yelled racing at the one nearest him. Spell Squencers unloaded in three different directions as Magic Missiles and Greater Malison spells shot forth out the fingers of Simbul, Jenna, and Dragon Wench.
"We're losing her," Thantor pronounced cheerlessly to Vivien as he assessed her pulse. Images of the loss of Loner and Kramor's child flooded into his mind... that wasn't going to happen again. "Viv, all you need to do is act as my anchor. I am going to establish contact with both you and Yshania. Once that happens, the only goal is to get her spirit back into her body." Vivien nodded. Gathering himself, Thantor focused all his will on Yshania's mind, projecting Psychic Chirurgery. Vivien noticed the air between Yshania and Thantor begin to shimmer, similar to the way the air over a hot brazier looked. She saw the world around her begin to fade and she found herself floating in a vacuum... or a dream. She could see what looked like Thantor a ways above her and even further she could make out what looked like Yshania only... she was fading, dissolving into nothingness. Thantor was talking... no, communicating with her in some way and moving his hands but it didn't seem like it was doing any good. She began to feel panic, a sense that her friend was lost. No, she told herself, I need to focus. I need to help Thantor. As she began to do this, she began to feel calmer, more grounded. And... indignant . How dare these invisible things come here and attack her friend! Suddenly, Thantor was in front of her. "Go to her, Vivien. I've oriented and stablized her but she doesn't know me well enough to trust me."
"What... what do you want me to do?" Vivien asked uncertainly. "Get her to come back to the prime material plane. Drag her back if you have to," Thantor ordered. Not really sure how she was supposed to get all the way up to where Yshania was, she remembered the feeling of flying with her dragon. Mimicking his actions, she felt herself rising upward toward Yshania, hoping that she could reach her friend in time.
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.