Chapter Three: Onto the War

[KeelinElf]

Keelin looked at the ring and ran a finger lightly along one edge, then folded Shaint's hand back around it. 'You should not be so quick to ask this of me. I... care for you. And for your sake, I will not take this.'

There isn't enough time to do everything and too much time to do nothing.

[Shaint]

Shaint spoke in reply his thoughts only of 'i will not be shut down so quickly.....i hope..' he spoke calmly and with a smooth voice... "for my sake you speak? for my sake you would accept this for I have asked you to become my lovely wife and in doing so i have considerd what i have found to be my best actions, even so if something where to be against my own sake it should be my own fault and you could have not prevented it, for it was my own will do do what i hath done and all considerations have been considered......in this not thinking on my half of this matter of love and marrige...

May you grant me thine hand in marrige for wich I promise to never leave unless by my death and continue in love if it should ever come to yours...."

Shaint finsihed and slowly opened his hand again revealing the ring once more....

For every battle of the warrior is with confused noise,and garments rolled in blood; but this shall be with burning and fuel of fire.-Isaiah 9:5 KJV

[Lucirina Telor Vevan]

Lucirina
The lithe elf saw all her plans crumble to dust as the witch Rhas lifted her hand and threw a fireball at her. She was almost certain that Avá was calling her back into the dream when someone shouted her name and a shadow blocked out the sight of the fireball.
She didn't see who it was and as the fireball hit them both she could feel the world swirl around and hit her hard as she slammed into the ground with the heavy weight of the one shielding her on top of her.
The world went black for what seemed like and eternity but as she finally managed to open her eyes what she saw was some of the most terrible sights she had ever seen.
Kneeling by her was Robert and resting on the ground by him, badly burned by the witches magic, laid her darling Qui.
The agonizing warrior opened his eyes and looked into hers, she slowly crawled to her knees and gently took his hand, tears rolling down her cheeks.
Qui could do little but return her gaze, his eyes speaking of the love he felt for her and of the sadness he was feeling for leaving her. With a sigh he closed his eyes and left the earthly realm, Queprur taking him away.
The eyes of the elf went dull and cold as she slowly pulled Qui´s sword free from its sheat and stood up.
Her eyes were directed at Rhas and they now burned with poisonous green sparks.

You will pay... even if it the last thin I do you will pay

The voice of the elf was as cold and poisonous as her eyes and as she turned to Robert he could see she was ready to die to get her revenge on the witch.
Without a word she returned to her horse and mounted it, waiting for the order oif charge, the sword of Qui unsheated in her hand pointing directly at Rhas.

From sunrise to sundown I live my life as a song.
Listen to the songbird, don't ignore it.

[Radaroc]

Radaroc shook his head, "Oh, fardles." he groaned as his vision tunneled and he neared blacking out.  Holding his head up he fought past it to stand up.

Gathering himself he saw the elfess ready herself for a charge, that was more like it.  Grabbing his sword he readied himself.  Derm stood next to him as a great wolf, ready as his master to finish this.

In the begining I was weak.  Now I have purpose.  Stay me from my path and the Gods themselves cannot save you.

[KeelinElf]

"You would offer this to a wanderer whose history you know not? You may know what you offer, but not what you ask."

Keelin closed her eyes for a moment. "Besides,are we not about to start a war? You think this an opportune time?"

As if I needed another difficulty. I don't know what's going through his head, but  no one in their right mind proposes to a mute mercenary. I'm not worth anything,  I can't do anything,  I'm not even pretty... I'll just fade out after this. He'll thank me for it later. Keelin turned away so she didn't have to look at him, it would be too easy to just give in.

There isn't enough time to do everything and too much time to do nothing.

[Shaint]

Shaint watched as keelin signed to him before turning her head, Shaint slowly xtended his hand twords keelin's head his heavy black shirt glancing over his shoulder as he put two fingers gently to her chin and he re-arranged himself to see into Keelins eyes....

"Keelin, if you may only feel a glimpse of what passion I have for you you would understand that within that passion lies enough love to overcome anything, as you see to me your past does not matter it is the past, gone and forgotten....I wan't to think of the times ahead, you....." Shaint paused for a moment searching Keelins eyes for any hope.... as he finished "..with me"

[KeelinElf]

"And if the past influences those times ahead? Sometimes what we think is forgotten is remembered better than what has just happened."

Keelin shifted uncomfortably. "And sometimes we cannot do what we wish we could..."

There isn't enough time to do everything and too much time to do nothing.

[Shaint]

"If you accept this, Your past is mine and mine yours any hardships occuring from them is on both of our behalfs, eachothers problems become one that we shall workthrough together, I am prepaired to face hardships....."

Shaint's thoughts where heavy he ment what he said but then again allmost didn't want to think of it, his past was bad enough and two wanderers pasts would be twice as rough but twice the strength.....but it was worth it.........

For every battle of the warrior is with confused noise,and garments rolled in blood; but this shall be with burning and fuel of fire.-Isaiah 9:5 KJV

[KeelinElf]

I'm not worth it. Why's he trying so hard? Keelin tilted her head up and looked at the sky for a moment, collecting her thoughts.

"I would accept, and gladly, but... what kind of wife would I be? I don't know that I can stop wandering, I've done it so long. So long I sometimes forget what I search for. All I can do is swing a sword, I don't know any other way to support myself... and I will not live off charity and be a burden to others. ...And I would not wish to ruin you. My family was torn apart, I would not inflict that upon another."

Keelin finished and pulled her knees up to her chest,wrapping her arms around them. She blinked rapidly, angry at the tears that threatened and made her vision blur.  

There isn't enough time to do everything and too much time to do nothing.

[Shaint]

Shaint closed his eyes momentarily as he was beginning to get fed up with excuses for not saying yes....his right hand balled up into a fist hi sbody raced with the urge to hit something....he clenched his teeth and forced the anger down back into the bellows of his body from wich it came and he released his fist slowly letting out a silent breath of Air...

He looked at Keelin  as he saw the glimmer over her eyes of water...the sight before a tear...Shaint slowly moved a hand to the side of her head stroking a thumb gently under her eye clearing a light damp spot he switched to his elven tongue and spoke calmly.... "Keelin, llie 'amek A'maelamin" wich when translated into the human tongue was spoke 'Keelin, you are My Beloved' Shaint slowly got deeper and before noticing is voice had faded to a whisper...

"And I love you...I will allways love you........"

For every battle of the warrior is with confused noise,and garments rolled in blood; but this shall be with burning and fuel of fire.-Isaiah 9:5 KJV

[KeelinElf]

Keelin looked up and managed a weak smile, still trying to keep her tears at bay. "I'm sorry for dodging... I'm just... scared..."

[Raoneth]

He released is flow of wind and pondered on what to do. A female elf stood up from under the dead man, and gave an ugly stare at the pillar of dust in the middle of the square.
Trouble now. Attack, ripd to pieces with bare hands. Holdstil, control Graygreen. another elf... yet another elf... Will the pillar stop blowing?

Raoneth - Me

[Gararion]

((OOC: Who is controlling the witch?  Did you want me to as I am the person fighting her or would you want someone else to?))

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Sorry...

[Shaint]

((I was imagening so Gararion, as honestly no one else is fighting her that can post anyway......jst ehhh.....  lol ))

For every battle of the warrior is with confused noise,and garments rolled in blood; but this shall be with burning and fuel of fire.-Isaiah 9:5 KJV

[Gararion]

The tense battle between the two mages raged on, with both losing track of how much time passed as they seemed to test their limits to the max.  Outside people could see the twisted current of air thrive with energy, but not only the energy of the winds they fed from, but they also energy of the withces engry as well.  One moment the winds would let a cool but strong breeze escape its graspe but in the next moment they would turn red with energy and hot misty steam seemed to seep through the twisted winds grasp.

Within the currents of wind the story would explain more of the situation.  Gararion had little chance to attempt any of a offence agaisnt the witch while he blocked scorching streams of fire and tense firedballs that were directed towards him, directing them towards the currents of air, which engulfed them quickly.  Gararion held his possition agaisnt her, while retaining the focus that was needed to keep the feirce winds that kept them seperate from the others, and other from harm that they might create.

I can't continue to allow this onsluaght upon me..but can I risk what I must do...I must leave it in other hands....hopefully they can protect them.

With that thought in mind the currents that protected his compainion from farm slowly began to weaken.  Second after second the energy from the witches attacks seemed to grow more intense resulting in a brief moment where two streams of fire laid waste to an line of roughly 10 peds each.  Three fireballs escaped through bursting in a 5 ped oval radius each.  Gararion was unaware of where they landed, only knowing the they most like headed in the direction of those he proted, some maybe even striking higher, collasping a few building it seemed by the sounds of what Gararion could make out over the sounds of the exploding fireballs.

But it seemed that was all that happened, for peering through the dusts of destruction and what remained of the protective currents of twisted air and debri, it seemed the witch had been imobalized.  More careful examintation could notice that the witch seemed lifted off the ground, twisting around uncrontrolably.  Gararion remained still, leaning upoon his staff as it seemed, wether from pain or fatigue from the struggle of the battle, one could not tell.  But his statue soon changed, drastically as Gararion colasped to the ground.  In the same moment the withc seemed to let loose a fierce attack, a ring of fire escaping from her very dying soul one might think.  The ring spread through out the city, covering the city within minutes with a ring of fire about a ped and half off the top of the ground.  After the ring reached it limits it ceased intasntly, becoming nothing but a rising ring of black smoke.  Amazinly no fire damage seemed to harm most of the building, the fire seemed not to be in effect long enough to cause any damage to stronger materials, though cloth seemed to be left in ashes.

What remained of the fierce battle was only a torched body of the fire druid and a limp body of the fallen wizard...

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Edited by: Gararion  at: 10/3/03 7:39

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