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Author Topic: Thirsty Herald XV: Day 3 Firstflame  (Read 217743 times)
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« Reply #30 on: November 22, 2006, 12:28:23 PM »

Frail hands fell away from tear soaked cheeks, coming to rest in the elf's petite lap. Ancient, metallic gray eyes opened to narrowed slits, their opaque surface tinged red with overwhelming tears of sorrow. How long have I been here? Delicate neck careened about, surveying the surroundings in which the elf had hidden. A dim light filtered in beneath the oaken door of the kitchen pantry, assuring Twen that not all she had dreamt was indeed a delusion.

Rising tentatively from her stooped position, quivering hands came to rest upon supple cheeks. Hastily wiping the remnants of despair filled tears from them. The elfess dropped white knuckled fists near her supple waistline, forcing them to cease trembling. Drawing in a deep breath over crimson lips, then releasing it ever so slowly, the maiden finally began to grasp hold of reality once more. I have failed Lady Ana. Was the only thought upon her mind when she opened the door, nimbly stepping into the kitchen.

Giving Samuel a forced beam, hurriedly she passed him on a beeline for the door to the main hall. A gasp of repulsion held in check when the elf witnessed the bathe of blood that marred the walls within the dining area. Hands rose to be cuffed over delicate features, eyes narrowed once more allowing tears to trickle down porcelain cheeks. Pools of tears formed within the creases of the mage's tiny digits. Lady Ana, forgive me! I pray that my hands did none of this. Only a single blurred vision brought Twen from sinking into melancholic weeping again. A solitary figure knelt in the midst of the carnage, a lone human, lost in his own grief.

She quickly surveyed the people within the room, taking a quick note that all danger had seemed to of long since dissipated. Who or what could have done all of this? Her gaze came to respite for but a few moments upon the transom to the rear of The Herald. I have been gone for hours, many it would seem. An unwavering gaze, again turned towards the weeping human near the doorway. Would seem he has lost much more this day than I have. A tinge of lament shivered upon the elfs supple lips within her first steps toward the human.

Prancing dexterously around the pools of coagulated blood, she came to stand next to the man. Lissome hands running vigorously over the hem of the forest green dress, an attempt to quickly dry the tears from them. Crouching next to him, one hand coming to rest upon his muscular shoulder the other fell upon his hand. Golden cascades of curls shimmered in the setting rays of Injera as Twen tilted her head to the side attempting to draw Vesks attention. MLord, The word crackling with tinges of regret and distress. Mlord, please come with me there is not yee can do here.

(`._he pe e pon the rowd ike a ragon, ncient and u o eath_.)

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« Reply #31 on: November 23, 2006, 05:23:23 AM »

As Kali sits on the floor waiting for the horseman to speak another person enters the stables.  By the gods, I'd love to get out of here, Kali thinks.  She turns to look at the doors as a newcomer enters and notices that he has a large dog in tow.  As he approaches his companion resolves into something more menacing.   She realizes that the creature with the man was a wolf and as he approaches the man, too, transforms into an elf.  Kali feels prone and foolish on the hay and brings her arms around her as they approach.

The elf introduces himself in a friendly tone, but Kali's attention is focused on the wolf.  Never having had any experience with wild animals, she is weary of his every move.  As the wolf stalks towards the child with unknown intent, Kali feels a sting of fear race through her body.  The wolf appears much larger then the child, much more fit in any event, and Kali's hand goes to one of her daggers at her waist.  Before she can react the girl bolts from the stables and disappears out into the night.  "Bloodspit." Kali curses under her breath and pushes herself up.  The elf runs out after the girl before Kali can even breathe a word.

The air in the stables is stale and her eyes start to itch as bits of hay dust work their way past her lashes.  Kali notices that her dagger had loosed itself from her sheath and fallen to the floor when she stood up.  Painfully aware of the other's presence, she stoops to pick it up.  Without raising her head she addresses the man.  "Thank you for your concern but I take my leave."  She straightens up and pushes past him to the door of the stables feeling as small as the little girl she was pursuing.  She emerges into the evening air, takes a deep breath of fresh air, and looks around for the girl with tears brewing in her eyes.

Kali spots the elf halfway back to the tavern carrying something in his arms she assumes is the girl.  She takes one step towards him and then stops.  He seems kind enough, she thinks, perhaps it's for the best that he look after her.  Having given up on getting fire for the night, Kali looks for a spot to set up her tent.  She strolls around the grounds for a short minute but finds herself uncommitted to the task.  The small frail figure of the girl runs through her mind as she moves through the evening air.  How could that happen to a child? Kali asks herself, even I never suffered so, and I was alone on the streets of Isthrius.

Frustrated at the world and sick for the girl, Kali un-slings her pack and hurls it with all her might.  Her pack lands in between stables and the inn, and bounces before coming to a rest.  Kali runs at it and kicks it, letting out a hoarse, punctuated cry of frustration.  Her foot stings from the impact and she limps slightly as she trusts her weight to it.  She feels a lump come up into her throat and sits down hard next to her pack.  Her right foot hurts and she takes off her travelling boot to inspect it but her vision blurs with tears.  Giving up on her foot she gathers her cloak around her and weeps.

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« Reply #32 on: November 23, 2006, 10:12:23 AM »

Suprise fell across Phyth's face as he watched the girl on the stable floor. The look on her face had gone from confusion at the women there, to a look of terror as soon as she saw him. Iago's ears went back, and she instantly began stamping her feet. All of her body movement told Phyth that she felt the little girl's fear, too.

Phyth turned his head around as the door to the stables opened. There at the entrance was Orril with his wolf. He almost said something to him, but he didn't want to spook the girl any further.  Phyth drew in a sharp breath as the girl ran straight out of the stable. Orril soon followed.

Stunned, Phyth didn't even notice the woman leave; he couldn't get the look of the young girl's face out of his head.   He had seen a look like that once. But on a horse, not a person. It's master had loved to beat it. Phyth knew the reason this girl had that look, and it disturbed him. Hopping up on Iago, Phyth left the stables and took a ride. He didn't want to, but he kept thinking.

"No matter where you go, there you are..."
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« Reply #33 on: November 28, 2006, 08:20:58 AM »

his steps ended inside the tavern, Orril was really upset by the child he was carrying, How she ended like that? Who did it? Where were his parents? The only thing that Orril weas sure about was that the girl needed rest and food, his feelings made Orril reach Twen and say:

"Dear lady, do you have any room left for this girl? A lady and a gentelman found her in the stables trying to sleep there, seems she has suffered a lot... I'll pay for her room."

while saying this he was looking at the girl, uncounsious on his arms. When he finished he waited for Twen to tell him if any room was left.
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« Reply #34 on: December 02, 2006, 10:12:15 AM »

The man who intruded into their makeshift room as about to leave when suddenly on the other side the sound of angry words and pounding was heard.  Cherri listened closely to the voice and not so much the words.  The voice was definitely belonged to Navar and he was severely angry. 

Cherri could only stare her eyes large and round as Navar beat upon the solid wood of the door until it gave way and flew into the room.  She was startled, but not scared.  The only thought that ran through her mind was how she had wasted her time in the effort to see to his wounds.  She would not do so again.  Finding Drasil's golden eyes she could tell that he too had tuned out the angry shouting of Navar.  Then suddenly there was a thud upon the floor as Navar fell, passing out from his exertions. 

Almost immediately the room became overflowing with people ready to help the child of Co'or.  Cherri was looking to the doorway longingly, wanting to be away from the mass of people when she felt Drasil giving her the remnants of his discarded clothing and scooping her up.  Pressing her body into his Cherri placed his clothing in her lap and wrapped her arms about his neck.  In moments they were weaving through the mass of people and Drasil was making his way to what was apparently his room. 

Once inside he sat Cherri upon her feet and went about securing the room.  Window included this time.  A broad smile parted Cherri's lush lips as she neatly placed Drasil's clothes upon the small table in the room.  The room was growing darker as night was eager to come.  Cherri  dug around in a pouch and found a match to light the candles on the table.  As she did so she heard Drasil close to her and his voice held a playful tone as he said "Now about that bath".  Cherri turned to face him her eyes bright as she allowed them to roam over his still barely clad form.  She had wondered briefly before if perhaps she had over stepped some unknown boundary when she had been so forward as to where her thoughts were leading her, but now seeing the smile that parted his lips and how his golden eyes now alive with the fire light danced playfully and scandalously, she knew that her attentions were most wanted. 

As Drasil finished speaking Cherri moved closer to Drasil a disarming lusty smile playing upon her mouth.  "Well then we better see to that bath then." Cherri whispered into Drasil's ear.  She had to stand a little on her toes to do so and as she lowered her body she allowed herself to gently slide down Drasil's back.  Taking a step back Cherri began to gently trace the outlines of Drasil's shoulders letting her long fingers trail over his muscles, feeling them contract and loosen under her touch.  She traced the outline of his muscled form from his shoulders down his well defined back to his hips.  She encircled his waist with her arms as she lightly placed kisses upon the width of his shoulders leaving her warm breath trailing each one. "Still thinking about that bath?"  She asked her voice more huskier than before.
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« Reply #35 on: December 02, 2006, 02:55:04 PM »

Navar awoke, suddenly and let out a hard gasp for air. Panting and dizzy Navar looked around at the spinnig hallway and thought to himself ha this is what I get for helping out that fat oaf Thorgas, and is the favor even repaid...ingrates Placing his shaky hand on the wall he slowly raises himself up he stumbles across the hall way muttering "that cursed she elf and her lover, hm if that is how they repay kindness then bah"

Finally making his way to the stairs he looks down the seemingly endless flight that he must over come. Taking stap by step he begins to fade in and out of contiousness, finally faultering he stumbling down the stairs and lands flat on his face, standing slowly and avoiding the Tavern's patron piercing glares of ridicule.

Stepping out he looks up at the firey sky and making his way back to his possesion he lays down and drifts back into a much needed sleep, Navar knew he was done with the tavern for a while, and the last thought that went through his head before he slept was, Foolish ingrates, all of them
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« Reply #36 on: December 02, 2006, 05:23:05 PM »

As Malavon opened his eyes , he looked around with a confused air and taught to himself :
But how ...
Ah now i remember , i must have passed out and since i am in the same place i sat , i am to conclude that no one had the kindness to take me to my room .
Tsk ,dont think i made so many friends here


With an ironic smile , he stood up and with some difficulty walked towards the door and pushed back to let an elf carrying what seemed to him a small child in his arms and heard him asking the bartender  for a spare room .

Raising his voice a little he said before the answer of Twen :
Dear lady if you dont have a spare room for him , feel free to lead them mine , i dont think i will be using it tonight .
The door is open , i think
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Turning his back , he didnt wait for answers from both of them , he just wanted to feel again fresh air on his face .

Malavon took a deep breath , feeling now much better than before , and noticed a figure seated crying next to a bacpack , walking towards the figure , Malavon saw that was a young woman , having the caution to leave his hand out his sword to not scare her , Malavon spoke with a kind voice :

Pardon me my lady , i do hope you can forget my rudness , but i couldnt stop hearing your weeping , so i have to ask , what seems to trouble you ?
My name is Malavon , and while i am not much of the talking sort , some people say i am a good listener , if you wish so .


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« Reply #37 on: December 03, 2006, 10:44:31 AM »

Dear lady if you dont have a spare room for him , feel free to lead them mine , i dint think i will be using it tonight .
The door is open , i think .


Without thinking it twice Orril moved to the stairs and looked back to Malavon "My thanks to you." Said before steeping to the rooms and moving to what seemed to be the only room with an open door. Orril entered and placed the girl on the bed, she seemed to be tormented, even in her sleep, by her past. I wish you can find rest here, wish that when you awake you can trust in someone in this tavern to find your parents. Thought Orril while closing the door, then he went down, followed by his familiars and made his way to the stables, where he prepared a stall for his pets before returning to the tavern.

There he ran upstairs and sat on his bed, waiting for the girl to awake, studying a big tome of wind magic and dream theories he had carried since long ago in his bag.
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« Reply #38 on: December 03, 2006, 02:39:18 PM »

The images running through her mind were horrible beyond words. Men from the past with grappling hands and greedy faces arose and then was replaced by another and another till her mind was full of men that had abused her in the past.

With a loud gasp, Callie awoke and bolted straight up. She shivered as she thought of what she had been dreaming of. Her hands ran along the matress and the sheets. She looked down, greatly confused. The last she knew, she was behind the stable. Drawing her knees up next to her chest, she thought hard of what could have happened...nothing.

Giving a small sigh, Callie turned in the bed so that her feet dangled off the edge of it. Looking around, she noticed no one in the room, so she slided off the bed. She wasn't sure of what to do. It was obvious that she was now in a room in the inn, but she was terrified to leave this room. Common rooms were full of people, that much she knew from experiences. Yet, she didn't want to be left in here. Too many memories of inn rooms were still fresh in her mind. She noticed that her lip had begun to bleed again. She gingerly touched a hand to it, looking at the sparkling red blood that stayed there.

"What am I going to do...?"
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« Reply #39 on: December 04, 2006, 01:17:32 PM »

The sound of little feet walking in the other room made Orril return from his lecture to the real world. "Better I go and see the girl... Maybe she's recovered" thought while rising from his bed and placing the book inside his bag.

Walking to the room Orril started to think in so many things, but one was in his mind over everyone Where are your parents? Why you where in the stall? these two questions pierced his mind and curiosity, tantalising him to no end, so that would be the first things to ask.

Orril steeped in the room, looking to the little girl that was standing few steps away the door. "Good to see you are awake, I have a few questions that torment me and need some answers. May you answer this questions please?" Suddenly the blood in her lip attracted Orril's attention. "Oh dear, what happened to you in your lip? First of all we should heal that injury, let me see it." Orril took a piece of fabric and leaned close to the girl to have a better look of the injury.
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« Reply #40 on: December 04, 2006, 02:07:51 PM »

A cloud of dust trailed behind Iago as she ran speedily across the desert, kicking up twigs and rocks. Phyth held loosely on the reins, letting Iago run where she pleased. This would be their last run for the day, and then he'd let her sleep in the stables. Phyth almost felt like sleeping in her stall, but he had paid for the room and was going to use it.

Suddenly Phyth's sharp eyes spotted a fiigure on the ground, and Iago was headed straght for it. Phyth pulled back on the reins hard, and Iago stopped a couple peds in front of the figure. Which turned out to be the woman from the stable.

"Sorry..."
he said with a quiet grunt. Seeing the woman there reminded Phyth of that girl, and this seemed like the best oppurtunity to ask about her. Directly. "She yours?" Phyth said as he motioned his head towards the tavern. 
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« Reply #41 on: December 05, 2006, 09:29:02 AM »

Damned be all, Kali thinks, why can't I be left alone.  Her mind drifts through her tears, making excuses for herself and justifying her sorrow by blaming the world.  She reflects soberly that she has probably either broken her tent or her foot, and suspects it is her tent that was damaged.  She sniffs and pulls open the drawstring on her traveling pack to inspect the contents inside.  Through blurred eyes she inspects the contents and pulls out the wooden polls that make the frame of the tent.  Three of them are intact but the fourth is broken in three, the jagged splinters of wood irreparable.  She tosses aside the fragments of the pole which land a couple of feet from where she is sitting on the ground.  A kind male voice she's never heard before speaks nearby and she realizes it is addressing her.

"Pardon me my lady , I do hope you can forget my rudeness , but I couldnt stop hearing your weeping , so I have to ask , what seems to trouble you ?  My name is Malavon , and while I am not much of the talking sort , some people say I am a good listener , if you wish so ."

Kali waits for the usual bout of fear that normally overcame her in such situations but to her surprise it doesn't come.  Weary from the day's travels and the emotional and mental stresses of the tavern, she has no more strength to be afraid of such petty things.  She is surprised at her disappointment that the voice didn't belong to the handsome, dark skinned R'vhar but that too is overwhelmed by a wave of apathy.  She turns her head away from the Mavalon and wipes her eyes and nose with the sleeve of her shirt then swivels her body to face him.  She sighs last of the frustration and anger out and says, I thank you for your concern but theres nothing the matter here, Im simply tired after a long journey, she pauses and then sweeps a hand in the direction of the broken pole, a-... and my tent seems to have broken.

She hears the rush of hooves fast approaching and looks over her shoulder to see a horse bearing down on her.  She curses loudly and is carried onto her feet by a wave of adrenaline.  The horse stops abruptly mere peds from where she had been sitting, and Kali stands facing it and its rider breathing hard, heart beating in her chest.  She recognizes the man from the stables as he apologizes for giving her a start.  Sorry!? Kali spits hotly, I was nearly trampled!  She realizes her arms and legs are tingling from the jolt.  She shakes herself off, Really. She mutters to herself, looking down.

The man gestures towards the tavern and asks simply, She yours?  Kali takes a few quick breaths, furrows her brows, and shakes her head as she tries to understand the question.  She realizes hes talking about the girl she had found sleeping in the stable.  What? her eyes widen in surprise, no.  I just found her sleeping there before you came in to take your horse for a ride.  She left with the elf, I wonder if youd learn more from talking to him, she replies.  She shivers as the rush of adrenaline starts to ebb.  She glances at the contents of her pack strewn on the ground and shakes her head again, Look, Im going back inside, its getting cold and Id rather not be outside when it gets really dark.

Kali realizes that shes still only wearing one boot and immediately feels foolish and awkward again.  She bends down to pull on the boot but finds that her foot is tenderer then she expected.  She grimaces as it slips over her foot.  She then busies herself with the gathering of her belongings and packing of her pack taking care not to trust too much weight to her right foot.
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« Reply #42 on: December 05, 2006, 10:53:26 AM »

As his words struck his companion, she whirled around to face him, eyes alight with pleasure.  Quietly crossing the distance between them, Cherri began to speak, a disarming smile spread beaming in Drasils direction.  As he felt her weight ever so slightly lean against his muscled form as she stood on tip toe, he knew his attentions had been well received.  Well we better see to that bath then.

Gracefully sliding her well formed body along Drasils back, the woman began to trace his figure with her finger, setting his face alight in embarrassment.  Struggling in vain to gain control of his emotions, the warrior felt a pair of arms encircle his waist and moist breath spread across his back.  Still thinking about that bath? she asked, her voice maintaining its previous seductive tone.  As if emboldened by her words, Drasil took the womans hands from his waist, turning to face her with a childish grin upon his face.  Leaning forward, the elf kissed the pallid skin up her neck, whispering in between pecks, Dont worry.  Youre gonna need that bath when I am through with you.

Without waiting for a response, the warrior suddenly abandoned his previously shy demeanor, flinging himself at the woman.  Planting a forceful kiss upon her lips; one filled with more tongue than romance; he slowly pushed her towards the bed, clawing furiously at her garment.  After a short struggle, the cloth finally gave way, falling to the floor at the foot of the bed.  Pausing for a brief moment to stare into Cherris violet eyes, Drasil gently lowered himself on top of her and the bed, realizing in the process that he had lost his own makeshift garment.
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« Reply #43 on: December 06, 2006, 03:44:40 AM »

As the hunter reached the lower floor, he noticed first that the girl from the icelands had left, and secondly that Mepher had fallen asleep inside the cackling hearth. The desert cold was comming upon the tavern and he himself felt that a search for warmth, either in companionship or flame, was a fitting endeavor. He felt a twinge of regret at having missed the girl's leave, but is glad to have had the opportunity to have met such a fine example of beauty and humanity. Amid pleasent thoughts of her, he winds his way to the warmth of the fire, and pulls himself a chair.
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« Reply #44 on: December 06, 2006, 10:07:52 AM »

A gentle sigh quivered over crimson lips, the mage realized that the individual was lost to anguish. Only the reverberation of stumbling footfalls, descending the staircase, adverted the elfesss primeval gaze from Vesk. Ancient eyes rose fixedly upon the Coorhem elf as he wandered into the meekly lit dining area. A brow furrowed inquisitively, a fiery maelstrom rolled over the elf maidens metallic gray eyes, crimson lips pursed in a silent snarl as the man passed. Tis no wonder that blood flows freely in Lady Anas house, with the likes of yee about. Her stare for a second time fell on the weeping human, frail hands guiding the gentleman tentatively to his feet.

Seating the Eyelian at the bar, chin diverted to peer over petite shoulder at the doorway in which the Nybelmarian elf had departed through. What tis it that has brought a child of darkness to such a remote place? Only bereavement, death and suffering can come from yer visit. A tinge of disgust danced over Twens delicate features, forcing herself to relax a bit before speaking. Stay here Mlord, I shall get yee a drink to calm yerself with. Sternness permeated from each word as they melodically pranced over the mages supple lips, turning nimbly upon sandaled feet, making her way to the liquor cabinets.

Lifting a goblet from the counter, Twen deftly poured a single shot of Milno fire into the container. Nimble digits quickly grasped a bottle of Stratas Delight, gently popping the cork from its neck, at last filling the goblet to its brim with the crisp white wine. She knew that when chilled the concoction had the taste of fresh spring water, though warm as it was, it would most likely taste like a cauldron of fire. Tiny shoulders shrugged flippantly before the mage turned and placed the drink in front of Vesk. If yee need anything else, please be sure to let me know sir. Minute fingers brushing frivolously across his forearm, she departed towards the solitary figure seated in the vicinity of the fireplace.

Standing over Rvahrs shoulder, metallic gray eyes stared intently into flickering flames of the fireplace. Artanh efr f cr. Twen leaned forward, a cascade of golden curls falling to veil one almond shaped eye into utter shadow. The elfess made no effort to explain away what she had spoken before leaning towards his ear. Tis there something I could get yee to drink Mlord? One hand lifted to brush stray curls to respite once again behind an elfin ear. I have much to clean up if yee wish nothing. The words a bit distant as the elf continued to stare unwaveringly into the flames.
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